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  1. AnonymousSun May 14, 03:25:00 PM GMT+8

    I had real fun making this.

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  2. AnonymousSun May 14, 04:38:00 PM GMT+8

    nice post, I almost believed it. Joke!

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  3. AnonymousSun May 14, 04:41:00 PM GMT+8

    Laaaaaaaaance! I was actually about to text you congratulations! You're getting really good at Photoshop aren't you?

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  4. AnonymousMon May 15, 01:02:00 AM GMT+8

    Hahahaha natuwa at na-amaze ako :D How did you do it? I like how you made the criss-cross cut on top of the cut-out. Kaya mukhang totoo. :D

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  5. AnonymousMon May 15, 02:45:00 PM GMT+8

    you seem to have a lot of time to kill lance... :))

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  6. AnonymousMon May 15, 05:59:00 PM GMT+8

    almost got me there. really, almost. man, you're good. =)

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  7. AnonymousMon May 15, 09:41:00 PM GMT+8

    Friends, let me tell you something. It's not Photoshop. :)

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  8. AnonymousMon May 15, 11:32:00 PM GMT+8

    Office Publisher, then? :-)

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  9. AnonymousTue May 16, 11:48:00 PM GMT+8

    It's not??? It's that other photo-editing program you mention here, isn't it? Right? Tell me I'm right. :p

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  10. AnonymousSat May 20, 05:12:00 PM GMT+8

    No, vanessa, you're wrong. Hehehe. It's a secret, for now, but I'll reveal everything sometime. :) Hehehe.

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  11. AnonymousThu Jun 01, 03:51:00 PM GMT+8

    lance.......... hahahaha... nice one!!! :D

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  12. AnonymousFri Aug 18, 09:45:00 PM GMT+8

    ahahahahahaahaa!!!
    Ka
    Pag
    Chem
    Organic
    Farang
    Game
    Show!!

    ang sabaw mo talaga lance!!! :))

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