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| Date | 2007-07-09 |
| Message | lol |
| Date | 2007-07-09 |
| Message | way bili ang kinabuhi kon wa ka sa akong atubangan. maghinilak sa gabii. usahay sab sa adlaw. way bili kining kinabuhi kon dili ko ikaw makit an ... makit an nga mokatawa ug dako sa imong kamingaw. way bili kini nga gustbook kon dile ka motan aw ... motan aw sa akong mga mata nga pwerte gyud pagka pongay! hasta ang mga kabaw mohangop nimo kon mosuroy ka sa imong yuta. way bili. |
| Date | 2007-07-09 |
| Message | Hi, My name is May. I live not far. I age 30 this comming June. I looking for penpal. May he be 60 soon! I no more money. No mo honnie. I like, swimming, tennis, pingpong. Also dancing. I also like SM but more AYALA. F interested mailto: maegotan@google.com |
| Date | 2007-07-09 |
| Message | lol |
| Date | 2007-07-09 |
| Message | way bili nga guestbook!!! usa lang ka tawo mag sinuwat nga mga kinatok. |
| Date | 2007-07-08 |
| Message | sige pa gihapon ug suwat dinhi ug kinatok... what is up w/ this? |
| Date | 2007-07-08 |
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| Message | I thought that this is the OFFICIAL WEBSITE of THE ORMOC GOV??? What's all the personal/silly posts from these whores??? |
| Date | 2007-07-08 |
| Message | ...It's as crystal clear as a nation, even warring politicians, and servants I serve, teachers and mentors we never have forgotten... calling for more, more shields and weapons, and doomsday letters, only you had to stop or you burst - exploded to nothingness. You need to be firm, or love will crush you... But, love, in all kinds of it hurts most when what you want or want to love is what you can't have..., it's worse than being faithful, coz somehow, faith in Christ is a self crucifixion. It's a forever "suffering"... |
| Date | 2007-07-08 |
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| Message | Love is an insaparable bond. It's like a twig to a tree, a baby to a womb, a toycar to a boy, a father to a mom, a driver and a car, a horse and his lady warrior/princess battling with the playful and harsh winds... Love is a growing child in a mother's womb, destined to rule or destined to defeats, or destined to just live like a third world baby girl, sweeping the floors everyday. A boy in the streets of Cebu, playing games with the bouncing ball, a father who would sit next to you pretending not to weep, but it's true...men weep, too. Like a mother to her child, brought to tears when something happens to you. And a sister, who would do everything just to let you know, that she exists...it hurts. |
| Date | 2007-07-08 |
| Message | ... Who would have the cards opened before you, before God created all the creatures atimed! If only I was quicker that time itself, - then, I would never consider falling into a plunched beakon of tears, in the river called Nile. With all hypocrisy, they told the story, only to please the children, but it was actually the "father", who made it all. The thing is that, it were all divine. Flawless as I call the whole thing, I would start considering thanking 'everybody' - who - in a measure of time, poured and savoured a duty abound. But, I'm sure, there was ... passion in this. If not - I was wrong. Wrong, to have put my feet barefooted next to a king, even if I knew, I went for a sure and playful gauge. Because, this is my style. This is me... insignificant me. The insatiable, that's why it ends on a day...the little day 777.7... I can never sit, that's why I don't like to be seated on a throne, coz I am so certain, that, to rule a globe is to feel the permeables, and search the core. |
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