February 2012
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“I’d ruin any day, all my days, for those long nights with you, and I did. But...”
– Min Green, Why We Broke Up (via kebe)
“I’m 6’5, 220, and there’s two of me.”
– Sylvia Plath (via incorrectsylviaplathquotes)
It’s the same quote from The Social Network.
Im not Bob Ong, Im not PapaJack,Im simply... →
matabangutak:
Kapag nawala ang taong laging nandyan para sayo. Napagod yun sigurado, napakahirap nga naman ibigay ang atensyon sa isang tao na hindi man lang natutuwa sa binibigay mong existence sa kanya. Hindi ba siya natututuwa na ibinibigay mo sa kanya ang hindi mapapantayang regalo ninoman? Ano yun?
Ito…
AMP. TANGINA NAMAN. SO SINO BA ANG NAUNANG MAPAGOD? HAYUP.
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Because I had MUMPS (aka BEKE) last week and I...
I’d like to post a picture of me with the fugliness that was during this depressing moment of my life but self-preservation rules otherwise. Therefore, for your personal entertainment at my expense, read my blogpost about it here.
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We Were Waiting Until You Were Older to Tell You →
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I LITERALLY JUST CLAPPED THIS
Click here for the coolest blog you will EVER follow
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The Department of Tourism's website is depressing.
I mean, come on, how can the Philippine government not spend some money on developing a site that is functional and would actually entice you to visit the country?
It is so fucking depressing. Compare it to Malaysia’s. It’s not even about having so much money to promote the country’s tourist spots on tri-media or, if we have tourist spots to brag about at all (which of course,...
January 2012
When everyone loves the person you hate. →
funniest10k:
Following this blog may be the greatest thing you have ever done
Not that everyone loves her. I just wish everyone would hate her, the same way that I do. Every fucking second she breathes torments me. A LOT.
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Today in bullets in my incredibly boring life
Today I had a presentation to our CEO and President.
Later on in the afternoon, his Executive Assistant dropped by my cubicle to tell me a suggestion he has, which to me is reasonable, except that the execution he’s thinking of seems a bit ridiculous, if not of stone-age era. What’s more awkward was probably that my face said what my mind was thinking. And so he said, “you...