Malas.
Basa sapatos ko kaninang umaga, layo ng nilakad kasi sarado ang Ayala. Napabili pa ng chinelas. Binaha, late, putikan ang paa... malas.
As The Wings Of Perfect Flame Glow Out Of Passion.
Basa sapatos ko kaninang umaga, layo ng nilakad kasi sarado ang Ayala. Napabili pa ng chinelas. Binaha, late, putikan ang paa... malas.
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Carl Allan - A freedom fighter. Likes observing the foibles of everyday life. Psychadelic problem child with a huge beef on political situations on his country. Has given up hope on redemption. A compass without a magnetic north. Pessimist. Hates math and anything that has to do with numbers especially counting more than ten.
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