lucha juzz mar
juan bebus
steve max
aimy kev
juan toche bebus dan
nick aimy
mike lu juzz nick yo
steve can
steve
Que bueno que estemos asi me encanto que se haga otra. Son mis compañeros y nos vamos a bariloche. jaj cualquiera. los quiere. M
18/6/08
NEWLANDS FEST
juan bebussteve maxaimy kevnick aimymike lu juzz nick yosteve cansteveQue bueno que estemos asi me encanto que se haga otra. Son mis compañeros y nos vamos a bariloche. jaj cualquiera. los quiere. M
9/6/08
4/6/08
Manias
El otro dia lei en una revista que una persona llega a conocerse realmente bien cuando conoce sus manias... eso me llevo a pensar, cuales son mis manias? No me "conozco realmente bien"? Soy mi propia desconocida ?... :- Detesto que me cambien las cosas, ya sea orden, ropa, decisiones etc.
- Odio las series policiales.
- Me encanta pasar tiempo viendo fotos viejas y retocandolas.
- Odio que me toquen la cara.
- Tengo la mania de coleccionar entradas y etiquetas de cualquier lado. y cuando digo cualquier es cualquier lado.
- Odio que me apuren
- Soy muy colgada, y eso tambien odio que traten de cambiar. solo yo .
- Soy adicta a las revistas, me pueden.
JUKEBOX
Song to BobbyI wanna tell you
I've always wanted to tell you
But I never had the chance to say
What I feel in my heart from the beginning til my dying day
I was fifteen, sixteen maybe
In the park I was waving my arms
You were waved this way
And you sang the song I was screaming
I wanted you to
Another time was in South Carolina
It's always been the third encore
Whose wind came roaring in
Can you tell me who were you singing for
But I never had the chance to say
What I feel in my heart from the beginning til my dying day
I was fifteen, sixteen maybe
In the park I was waving my arms
You were waved this way
And you sang the song I was screaming
I wanted you to
Another time was in South Carolina
It's always been the third encore
Whose wind came roaring in
Can you tell me who were you singing for
Oh my God, can you tell me who you were singing to
A phone call from your New York City office
You were supposedly asking to see me
And how I wanted to tell you
That I was just only four hundred miles away
Who could believe that you were calling I was in DC
I was four hundred miles behind
Backstage pass in my hand
Giving you my heart was my plan I wish I could tell you
My chance
In the middle of the stadium in Paris, France
Can I finally tell you
Can I finally tell you
To be my man
April in Paris, can I see you
You were supposedly asking to see me
And how I wanted to tell you
That I was just only four hundred miles away
Who could believe that you were calling I was in DC
I was four hundred miles behind
Backstage pass in my hand
Giving you my heart was my plan I wish I could tell you
My chance
In the middle of the stadium in Paris, France
Can I finally tell you
Can I finally tell you
To be my man
April in Paris, can I see you
Can you please be my man
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