Vanity, Vanity.

You're so gay.


May pang-umaga, pang-tanghali, hapon, pang-gym, panggabi, midnight, at may asukal pa (para tumamis). LOL.

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  1. ChipJuly 4, 2010 at 9:35 AM

    Hahaha!!! Nice!!! Magkakasundo tayo!!! Although medyo magkaiba--yung sayo, mga lotion at mga gentle stuff. Sakin naman, puro mga asido at matatapang na chemicals at mga orals meds. Hahaha!!!

    Pagbalik mo dito, ang beauty beauty mo na. Hahaha!!

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  2. The Cake DoctorJuly 5, 2010 at 11:16 PM

    Malandi ka rin gaya ni Carabrant! lol

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