<body> LOVE STORY, you and me.
...THE LOVE STORY

Larcey Santillan
Married(or will get married soon)
Raised in Manila
Poet/Singer/Songwriter

...WISHES

Mr. Ralph Brian S. Dy
The Philippines
UAAP Games

...LOVELY ANGELS

Friendster
Myspace


...CUPIDS
  • Thursday, December 30, 2004
  • Friday, January 07, 2005
  • Sunday, January 09, 2005
  • Monday, January 10, 2005
  • Tuesday, January 11, 2005
  • Thursday, January 13, 2005
  • Monday, January 17, 2005
  • Wednesday, January 19, 2005
  • Thursday, January 20, 2005
  • Sunday, January 23, 2005
  • Wednesday, January 26, 2005
  • Wednesday, February 16, 2005
  • Saturday, February 19, 2005
  • Sunday, March 13, 2005
  • Tuesday, March 15, 2005
  • Thursday, March 17, 2005
  • Sunday, March 20, 2005
  • Monday, March 21, 2005
  • Monday, March 28, 2005
  • Friday, April 01, 2005
  • Saturday, April 09, 2005
  • Wednesday, April 27, 2005
  • Thursday, May 12, 2005
  • Thursday, June 16, 2005
  • Friday, July 22, 2005
  • Sunday, July 24, 2005
  • Monday, August 01, 2005
  • Monday, August 08, 2005
  • Friday, September 02, 2005
  • Friday, September 30, 2005
  • Sunday, October 16, 2005
  • Friday, November 11, 2005
  • Monday, December 12, 2005
  • Monday, December 26, 2005
  • Thursday, January 05, 2006
  • Wednesday, January 11, 2006
  • Sunday, January 15, 2006
  • Sunday, January 22, 2006
  • Wednesday, February 01, 2006
  • Wednesday, February 08, 2006
  • Wednesday, March 15, 2006
  • Thursday, March 23, 2006
  • Saturday, April 08, 2006
  • Saturday, May 13, 2006
  • Tuesday, July 04, 2006
  • Friday, August 18, 2006
  • Saturday, September 02, 2006
  • Sunday, September 24, 2006
  • Friday, November 24, 2006
  • Thursday, December 14, 2006
  • Saturday, February 24, 2007
  • Tuesday, October 16, 2007
  • Thursday, September 25, 2008

  • ...KISS AND TELL


    tagboard soon.
     

    ...LOVE AUTHOR

    layout design, coding,  photo-editing,

    by ice angel



    Brushes- 1| 2
    actual image-
    1

    Thursday, January 20, 2005


    infinitely
    it goes on and on
    something concrete
    yet invisible to me

    definitely
    the count continues
    in a tragedy
    of something overused

    here we go again
    wasting our lives yet again
    searching for an end
    inexistent, constantly in vain

    why is there a need
    for something unseen
    merely a name for everything else
    maybe just a lie it seems

    looking back
    seeing history repeat itself
    we are slaves of what is left
    so-called education, blind and deaf

     -our love story ;