tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641690.post1829946609223901361..comments2023-09-27T21:38:37.745+08:00Comments on Postcards from Nowhere: fleeting, fleeing, feelingmiranilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373437671038163572noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641690.post-65385659043616345722006-11-21T14:45:00.000+08:002006-11-21T14:45:00.000+08:00ang galing mo magdala ng miserable-ness mo...hindi...ang galing mo magdala ng miserable-ness mo...hindi halata...o baka kasi ang layo natin (in a way) kaya hindi ko rin napapansin.<br /><br />hang in there.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641690.post-55782131011330908852006-11-21T01:04:00.000+08:002006-11-21T01:04:00.000+08:00I love the alliteration in the title...
You're ri...I love the alliteration in the title...<br /><br />You're right about how quickly the year has flown. I'm busy till Christmas. After my shows are over, I am gonna get drunk and do nothing all Christmas season but eat, sleep and SLEEP. And hang out with friends. <br /><br />You can all come over and we can play in the backyard! Whee!<br /><br />- T :)Tin-Linghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18351593401534424855noreply@blogger.com