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"If you believe, clap your hands."
You're all prolly familiar with the story. Fairies will die if you don't believe in them.
Same thing goes with our lives. When you stop believing in something, it slowly fades away, till it cease to exist. Like love and friendship.
(un lang, balik out of order na ulit ang toilet lol)
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2 years ago
12 mga umutot:
ang loser ko lang kase hindi ko naintindihan hahahahahahaha
Cute!
*ignore the **** thing* lol
Ano ba Marco! Kanina Yummy, ngayon naman cute. Si Yanah pa rin ba pinaguusapan dito? WAhhahahahaha!
bakit kaya si pads lang naiisip ko all throughout reading this entry.
Oi Ewik! Pakyu! Pads ka diyan! Tandaan: mas cheesy itong si Jepoy kesa sakin.
i still believe i like tinker bell...
wala. sabi ko nga ndi na ako naniniwala. dapat kasi mutual yun. ndi ka na nagkukuwento
at why oh why may kahalayan na naman sa avatar mo?
think of happy thoughts and you'll fly..hehehe yun lang..kumonek ba? lol
@Ewik: wow, sa lagay na yan medyo plagiarism pa pala ako. me patent kasi kay pads haha.
@pads: ung sayo nakakaumay
@geek: clap clap. see you soon!
@you: nagkukwento namn ako, may isa lang na takot ako kasi nanggagaya ka lang kasi ng gawain ko lol. pero sasabihin ko din namn. ikaw lang nmn kakampi ko diba?
Re: kahalayan, nagpapataas lang ng visitors. LOL bwahahaha. joke lang
@madz: konek na konek don't worry. haha.
Pinakamaikling post na nabasa ko, pero punong puno ng puso. Naks. Seryus.
i was a firm believer, its just sad that peter pan wasn't
@salbe: wahaha sige next time hubad pics nalang. :P
@anon: peter pan believed as well, it's just that he had problems flying. plus he needs to find his shadow, which may require some stitching. :P
Fly.
wipe those tears, don't cry
you'll find flying back to London isn't so bad
Fly.
and get rid of those sighs
you'll find out the world isn't so mad
Fly my little one. fly.
Neverland will always be your own wonderland
It will stay in your heart, a remembrance of the love you had in your hand
Fly my little one fly.
Feel the wind and the glow of fairy dust.
Go to the moon till the sun shoots its streaks of rust.
Though far don't fret, remember when you've read.
you'd sing and tuck, us little boys to bed.
fun times, we'd always remember.
forever etched like a burning ember.
Hugs.
- Lost boy
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