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[photo] Loboc Church in a different angle

Started by Scott, January 13, 2008, 06:06:21 PM

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Scott

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.--Pablo Neruda

st. agnes

hey! cuzz... sai lingaw?!
ayaw kalimot ha karong Tuesday sa atong EB...
The MUSIC may stop now and then, But the the strings will remain forever...

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Scott

Quote from: st. agnes on January 13, 2008, 06:08:57 PM
hey! cuzz... sai lingaw?!
ayaw kalimot ha karong Tuesday sa atong EB...

yellow cuzz. just finished cleaning my crib.
ga surf na ang lingaw. hehehhehe
ikaw?
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.--Pablo Neruda

st. agnes

same... walay lingaw... nag browse2x lang...
mi pauli naman si Sheila... :(
The MUSIC may stop now and then, But the the strings will remain forever...

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Scott

Quote from: st. agnes on January 13, 2008, 06:14:16 PM
same... walay lingaw... nag browse2x lang...
mi pauli naman si Sheila... :(

I see. Nakabangon pa diay? hahahah. just kidding :)
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.--Pablo Neruda