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since not much people visits na these coupla days and since ive becoming bitchier and bitchier as time progresses and since i've become paranoid about lawsuits, i might just go private. meaning, i still publish on the web. wala nga lang makakabasa.

haha, saya.

eniwiiiiii, if nuthing happens here (no one visits, posts a comment, tags) in one week, then i'll go private. wookie? wookie.

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this is just shocking.

first of all, triple h a father?! secondly, stephanie mcmahon and triple h together?! and another thing: paul freaking levesque?!

buwahahahaha. sometimes, i forget these wrestlers (gods!) are mortal too.

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watched sylvia last night and im in this poem frenzy. that sucks. it's so pretentious. hmm. sylvia didn't urge me. she just hurled me into it.

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im not depressed anymore. that's a good thing, right? but i can''t write poems. i can't continue deliverance kasi im so freaking bubbly again.

hmm. but really. it helps. im not petrified now by the thought of having my prelims tomorrow. never mind the purple bruises on my knees cuz i hit them when i practice.

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by the way... my back hurts.