Taken on White Island, Camiguin on November 6, 2011.
I had a blog before.A Friendster Blog, but we all know what happened to Friendster and I felt bad about it. I started to have one again for some reason. No,I am not a writer. No, I will not post on a regular basis. No, I don't have hyphaluting words to amaze you. For someone who's always alone in its truest sense, writing about something or anything somehow keeps my sanity on track. :)Nobody knows this blog. Yet.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Tuesday, November 08, 2011
That Night
That night when my feet felt strange on a distant place
When a wish for a great night seemed to get blurred
I saw you standing, gauging, smiling.
You were a rugged type as they had described
And what do I think of rugged men?
When a wish for a great night seemed to get blurred
I saw you standing, gauging, smiling.
You were a rugged type as they had described
And what do I think of rugged men?
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