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Baby, don't say goodbye.

about me.
Hi. Christine. 18 and Happy. Makati Science High School Alumnus. Currently a Miriam College student.
MIRIAM COLLEGE PEP SQUAD. Dancing can reveal all the mystery that music conceals.
I have high expectations. I am A LIMITED EDITION. I have dreams, A LOT.

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Wednesday, April 14, 2010 { Wednesday, April 14, 2010 }

Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now.
~airplanes by b.o.b ft. hayley
got the song from maan's blogspot. i miss my bestfriendbitch. :D

What's going on with you.
What's wrong with you.
Are you taking things SERIOUSLY.
Why do I always see myself staring at my ceiling and I feel like doubting everything you say.
Why are you always ON MY FREAKIN mind.
Why. What's wrong.
STOP. THINK. You and Me are.. oh wait.
We're NOT MEANT TO BE.
~~fcuk.

pardon my randomness. it satisfied my need of someone to talk to.
im sick of talking to my pillow. no brother. no sister. furious mom.
stupid and invisible dad. offline bestfriend. iloilo campaigning other bestfriend.
OH MAAN WHERE ARE YOU. O______________O