para sa mga mahilig mag-walkout drama

"kahit anong bagal ng lakad mo, kung di ka naman niya gustong habulin, hindi ka talaga niya maabutan..

 

kahit mag-stop over ka pa.."

 

-Bob Ong

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  1. chari pangDecember 16, 2008 at 7:32 AM

    susme! sinabi mo..

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  2. Ivy MoriDecember 16, 2008 at 6:26 PM

    bihira lang successful ang walk-out. hehe :P

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  3. mau de castroDecember 17, 2008 at 2:50 PM

    magiging successful lang yan pag siniguro mong may gamit sya na nadala mo. hahahaha

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