I need to feed the butterflies in my stomach....
9.30.2007
9.26.2007
The other side of the world

People ran and moved across borders, and that is why I met them. Today, images of the 1988 past are shattering through the media, reliving hopes of an enduring struggle. From a corner of the world where this is not news, the bonds made inbetween shake the memories still present. Wherever we may be.
Ps. Garri, duro con el examini!
9.24.2007
gimme garri's recipe (urgent)
9.23.2007
9.20.2007
9.19.2007
PUBLIC INTIMACY
Awake
9.17.2007
PORCA PUTANA
you are garrida, sambida, blablabla so full of blabla.
in the daytime, i walk like a corpse. at night, i am sleepless to the hell. i think,
i have no past, no present, only little bit of nostalgia towards the future.
porca pu ta naaaaaaa~
i like the pictures below though
in the daytime, i walk like a corpse. at night, i am sleepless to the hell. i think,
i have no past, no present, only little bit of nostalgia towards the future.
porca pu ta naaaaaaa~
i like the pictures below though
9.16.2007
and the nostalgia continues..
9.15.2007
Into Imamura
9.11.2007
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