Save the Last Dance For Me

Save the Last Dance For Me

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Publikasi terakhir Rab, Nov 12, 2014

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Tagarchitecture college friendship heart love

Mara is bitter in Hebrew. But not me. Iam Mara Lim. 17. An Architecture student. Masipag, kailangan eh! Para makasurvive sa buhay arki, kailangan ng sipag at tiyaga, samahan na rin ng diskarte at inspirasyon. "Late" yan ako period. Pero swerte ko! madalas, nasesave by the bell ako. "Late?" Late na naman ba ako para aminin ang tunay kong nararamdaman para sa taong gusto ko? O masesave by the bell pa ako. "Plates" priority yan ng mga arki students. Nasa plates ang fate namin. Late? Plates? PS. Yung struggle ko, San Juanico Bridge na. Yung eyebags ko, hanggang tuhod na. Iam a Panda.

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