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Wednesday, July 29, 2009

_8:40 PM_

Things really changes!
Things had changed as days passed.
The number of days, the number of hours & minutes; lessen as the day goes by.
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i can foresee how the next few months will be like.
After all you will not be doing like what i've done the past 3 years.

The Girl

WISHLIST

HER AUDIENCES

THE JUDGES

PAST

RHYTHM

APPLAUSE