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Please support the FA Room fridge's newest poetic/musical/short storical sensation, Dead Stroke Demand, composed of me, Jev, a portion of Verne and a smattering of Yaps. Ha.

[Teka, unrelated: Hm. So I guess I wasn't too discreet about what happened. Haha. Sorry, kung parang ang yabang. I'm still not at that stage where I can shrug this kind of thing off. Hehe. I'd scream it at the top of my lungs if I could.

Wah. XD Don't mind me. This is ecstasy.]

B -- So tell me again how many times you thought of me today? :)