Boradise in pictures.



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b3Rn1cE said…
nice pityurs rosie... sino ang summer fling? :D
6:33 PM, May 16, 2006
Anonymous said…
uy, sexy pics. but darn you, you're making me want to go home!!!!
10:36 AM, May 17, 2006
... beachfreak said…
@bernice: There was no summer fling. Totoo. Peksman.

Hindi nga.


***Went to Boracay and Bohol with my friends, yung tipong turingan eh kapatid na. Hehe.

@keith: Uwi na, dali!
1:18 PM, May 17, 2006
b3Rn1cE said…
shiiiiit... thats what you call the state above the testosterone and estrogen level.. yung brotherly and sisterly love.
8:11 PM, May 17, 2006
... beachfreak said…
@bernice: Hahaha! Korek.
11:07 AM, May 18, 2006
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