September 2011
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I love doing boring things with you. Although boring here is a misnomer. In fact as far as trivial activities are concerned, boring would be the last adjective I’d use to describe them. Who knew that laying down on your bed while you pluck at the stubble on my chin would be that relaxing and enjoyable? Our bodies up against each other - your chest pressing against mine. I can feel every deep...
Sep 28th
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Some random story from my childhood.
I remember this particular time in the second grade when I was asked to read about snakes. A good number of my female classmates spent most of the time cringing at the sight of these serpents. I distinctly remember Ashley crying because she thought she got venom by touching the snake’s picture - we were 8 at the time, okay? On the other hand, my male classmates had fun jeering at the girls,...
Sep 25th
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I woke up
with killer colds and a really sore throat. I now realize why I’ve been coughing my innards out recently - my tonsillitis was brewing. Getting sick is such a chore, and to be sick on a Monday? Oh joy. On other news: I finished my transcription last night. Yaaay.
Sep 25th
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little-icarus asked: KHAIL I LOVE IT TOO OMG. EVEN THE STRANGE, STRANGE, STRANGE VIDEO.
Sep 25th
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Sep 24th
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Sep 19th
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Being a troll
is fun. Especially if the people you’re trying to troll react the exact way you expected them to. An exemplary performance of sporadic guile. I’m sorry~ Wag na mapikooooon. Friends naman tayo e~
Sep 16th
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Two hundred thousand pesos.
Who loses that much money? Oh yeah, I do. The best part is that it’s not even mine. That, and I have no idea how to return it. Sana pwedeng bigla na lang akong mawala.
Sep 16th
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Sep 16th
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Sep 15th
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Sep 15th
“The one who does not fall, does not stand.”
– Fedor Emelianenko
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So Rihanna.
Honestly I haven’t given her much thought before. Yeah sure I’ve sang along whenever Umbrella played back in high school (circa 2007). And maybe even memorized couple of verses from Disturbia - though greatly because of my cousin’s video [hehe]. Other than that, I didn’t really care? But now there’s a great influx of Rihanna in my life and I’m panicking! First...
Sep 14th
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Sep 13th
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Sep 13th
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“Love isn’t about the romantic nights or gifts. It isn’t about fireworks going...”
Sep 13th
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Sep 13th
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The sky at sunrise today
was one of the most beautiful things I have seen in a while. The golden sun on the purple sky backdrop – how awe inspiring. Today is going to be a good day, even the heavens show it.
Sep 12th
It is in distressing times such as these when I decide to just keep mum. Because speaking out would only mean unnecessary drama. I’ve learned that it’s unwise to let emotions get the better of me, so I won’t. Eternally having to keep my emotions in check is tedious but the trade off is enough to keep me trying. At least that’s what I tell myself to get by. Hang on to...
Sep 12th
Live blogging from the office.
My uncle and all other authority figures who are supposed to be in the office, well, aren’t here. Being the elder of the people who are here, my cousin aged 5 and me aged 19, I suppose I’m to assume the position of authority. I’m as efficient as a worthless git right now. To prove it let me tell you what’s happening at the moment. 4 men came into the office saying they...
Sep 11th
Ibinasura ang "Pilipinas Kay Ganda" DOT slogan,...
callesorbetes: plaridel: “Bohol: Go To Hill” “Be Cool, Bicol!” “Pinas, Ganda Mo ‘Teh!” “Cubao, Bow. Sarap Umibabaw Sa Cubao” “Thanks For Coming, Camiguin” “Kamuning Get Me” “Hanap Mo Ba Maluwag? Halina Sa Laoag!” “Babaeng Balbon, Marami Sa Malabon.” “Boracay, You Beach!” “Aura Na Sa Aurora!” 3, 5 and 10. Winner forever. Tumawa ka na lang.
Sep 11th
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Oh bless you.
Mark and Eloisa are once again occupying the back room. Now, completely devoid of any amount of decency, Mark is yelling, “DID YOU MISS ME?!” at her. I can only imagine what kind of position she is in – the animosity in his voice is very telling. I don’t mind people having great, hot sex; I’m all for it to be honest. BUT PLEASE KEEP THE FUCK DOWN WHEN I HAVEN’T HAD...
Sep 11th
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My eyes hurt. My ears are sore. My hands beginning to harden. Please do not tell me that my efforts are for naught. It really isn’t my fault that I attract such inconveniences on a regular basis. I feel as if my head is about to burst. Body don’t fail me now.
Sep 11th
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Sep 10th
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Sep 10th
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Sep 10th
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WatchWatch
UMM
Sep 10th
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So this kid
who is arguably the dumbest one of the Carlos cousins, is trying to emulate the moves from this ‘shuffling’ video which he has been glued to all day. I haven’t seen the video, but I doubt that whatever is in it looks like what he’s been doing. Shuffling, to him, means flailing his arms wildly, with his legs wide apart as he jerks them violently one after the other. He...
Sep 8th
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Because I need all the focus I can muster.
I have deactivated my Facebook account and I plan to log off from all my social networking sites in order for me to finish my transcription work. I’m not going to complain about the near unintelligible babble that these people are vomiting into my ears, because I might risk exposure since I blurt out everything on the internet.  Actually, no, it isn’t that bad. I’m already...
Sep 8th
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Sonnet XVII
by Pablo Neruda I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my...
Sep 8th
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When I walked into the office today
this is the first thing I see: Sir Danny, one of the bosses, was dancing while he was singing - err, mumbling - some obscure song from time long since passed. I don’t have anything against old people dancing. Oh, who am I even kidding. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! WHY? IT LOOKED SO STUPID IT WAS HILARIOUS. I work in a fucking circus.
Sep 8th
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