feb 19

I'm not gonna get to watch Taylor's concert.

It's okay. She's not gonna die soon anyway. There'll be other opportunities.

Never forget the essence of your spark, Taylor.

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  1. UnknownFebruary 18, 2011 at 7:01 PM

    Kahit mga taga manila di rin makanood. Ubos kasi agad ang tix :(

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  2. CamilleFebruary 21, 2011 at 6:18 AM

    Aww, I won't be able to watch it either! :(

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  3. persephone '86February 22, 2011 at 5:53 AM

    hehe...i heard Taylor called out our names in special mention during the concert hehehe....

    @mimi - mimi, nahiya naman ako that you read my blog hehehe

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  4. persephone '86February 22, 2011 at 7:03 AM

    Nahiya ako na nagcomment si mimi...Na-miss ko rin tuloy siya...^_^

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