Once upon a time, when the sky was covered with blue
Once upon a time, when the sun was smiling too
We’re just common people with an ordinary look
We’re just common people with an ordinary love
And once upon a time,
when I fell in love with you..
Monday, January 02, 2012
Sunday, January 01, 2012
my boobies friends
Friends are like boobs. Some are small, some are big. Some are real, some are fake. I thank God, tho some of my friends are silly, at least they ain't silicon. They're real. Not fake.
Pretty much they are born insane. Or perhaps during their growing-up period, they started losing the insanity. I mean, tell me, how does a toilet and all the activities involved can become an interesting scientific full-of-intrigue topic of discussion. They're able to discuss such topic (which some people find it gross) for hours, even for days and months with the same eager and interest as first time the topic was rollin' onto the floor. Ha-ha!
They're just awesome peeps. Born with good energy and amazing power of survival. Yup, you'll be amazed once you heard their life stories. And no matter how hard, difficult, and complicated the hampers are, they always manage to survive. To keep on breathing, and sharing smiles and good laughs. Truly survivors.
God knows I adore them all. My boobies friends. My REAL boobies friends. Say no to implants! Hahahaa!!
Pretty much they are born insane. Or perhaps during their growing-up period, they started losing the insanity. I mean, tell me, how does a toilet and all the activities involved can become an interesting scientific full-of-intrigue topic of discussion. They're able to discuss such topic (which some people find it gross) for hours, even for days and months with the same eager and interest as first time the topic was rollin' onto the floor. Ha-ha!
They're just awesome peeps. Born with good energy and amazing power of survival. Yup, you'll be amazed once you heard their life stories. And no matter how hard, difficult, and complicated the hampers are, they always manage to survive. To keep on breathing, and sharing smiles and good laughs. Truly survivors.
God knows I adore them all. My boobies friends. My REAL boobies friends. Say no to implants! Hahahaa!!
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