"I like to start my notes to you as if we're already in the middle of a conversation. I pretend that we're the oldest and dearest friends- as opposed to what we actually are- people who don't know each other's names and met in a chat room where we both claimed we'd never been before. What will NY152 say today, I wonder. I turn on my computer, I wait impatiently as it boots up. I go online, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: You've got mail. I hear nothing, not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beat of my own heart. I have mail. From you." listen to my music. move to the beat. jump up and down. listen, don't speak. clockwatching :D
At Last - An Awakeningfor years of searching, finally, i know my existence for the art that i am doing. alam ko na kung anong klaseng graphic arts ang aking gagawin. it reaquires a lot of training. not trying hard. but being myself. this is the thing that i have been... more
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The Story of the First Kings' Four Gods OSTyep yep..it is really the OST of most popularly known as "The Legend"
![]() TORPEDO MARKUS ADORO SUGARFREE JAMShot somewhere in The North. Fun Fun Fun. Sat. May 13 2007.
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