i got mad. (2 meanings)

You forgot who you are messing with.

Idle minds are not the only playground of devils. I know where they live. We are long-time friends. We drink together, that is.

You are sorry.

I'm not. With that, I can be sorry.

So for you, this is the only one you can see here. But I tell you, there's a lot more inside.

Come, darling. Come.

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  1. the embracedMarch 31, 2009 at 4:56 AM

    kakatakot,,,

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  2. chari pangMarch 31, 2009 at 11:31 AM

    nagagalit ka pala vaks?! mwehe. labshu

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  3. chum chumMarch 31, 2009 at 5:07 PM

    "we drink together, that is."
    mwehehehehe. let's drink together!
    "come, darling. come."

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  4. mau de castroApril 1, 2009 at 6:09 PM

    hala. parang aku yung devil. nyahahahaha

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