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Monday, January 31, 2011
In great agony.
"You're a like a knife, sharp and deadly. and it's me that you cut into. but I don't mind. in fact I like it. Though I'm terrified, I'm turned on but scared of you. You're a beautiful monster but I don't mind playing with my heart, and you, playing with my mind" :)
:(
I would just like to report, that from all the years i have been a liar, not once have my pants caught on fire.
TILL I MET THIS WEIRDO. YOU GOT ME. NOW YOU HURTING ME. :(
TILL I MET THIS WEIRDO. YOU GOT ME. NOW YOU HURTING ME. :(
Fuck the fish. LOL
I don't care how many fishes there are in the sea because i don't want a fish. I want you.
I swear,
All the exgirlfriend in the world hates me. WTH did I do? I'm only human and in love!
Fuck it.
Fuck it.
Fuck this.
It's like I threw my emotions into a box, locked them up, and threw away the key.
There’s so much I want to say.
There’s so much I want to just get out there.
But I can’t because I’m too scared of what will happen. I’m too scared of retrograding back into that fragile girl I used to be - the one who cried because the guy she liked was playing Call of Duty instead of talking to her.
At the same time, I’m getting tired of being pissed off and just not doing anything about it. However, I don’t want to fight so I keep my mouth shut.
It’s difficult.
I should be happy.
You're going back to States and you have your life there. But why does it feel so wrong?
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
braaaa
Get your head out of your ass.
Yes, I believe every individual has his/her own merits. Yes, I believe it’s good to be proud of those accomplishments.
But you SICKEN me. You go on for paragraphs about just how damn perfect you are - looks, talent, intelligence, money, confidence, idgaf mentality, more bullshit, etc. But whenever you talk to people you’re like “oh I wish I could be like you” “oh I’m so ugly compared to you” “oh I hate how I am” blahblahblah.
Make up your damn mind, two-faced bitch.
Have fun with the rest of your college career. I hope someone toilet papers your house.
/open-for-business smile
Yes, I believe every individual has his/her own merits. Yes, I believe it’s good to be proud of those accomplishments.
But you SICKEN me. You go on for paragraphs about just how damn perfect you are - looks, talent, intelligence, money, confidence, idgaf mentality, more bullshit, etc. But whenever you talk to people you’re like “oh I wish I could be like you” “oh I’m so ugly compared to you” “oh I hate how I am” blahblahblah.
Make up your damn mind, two-faced bitch.
Have fun with the rest of your college career. I hope someone toilet papers your house.
/open-for-business smile
Milk Tea Boba
1 tsp black tea
8 oz water, boiling
sugar (optional)
1/4 cup boba (pearl tapioca), cooked per package instructions
ice
milk (optional)
Steep the tea leaves in a cup of boiling water to desired strength (about 5 minutes for me). Remove the tea leaves. If you want your tea sweetened, add sugar to taste. Let the tea cool. Place the boba in a large glass. Fill the glass with ice. Pour the tea over the ice. Top with milk. Makes one 16-ounce serving.
Mabuhay ang mga morenang Pilipina!
'Proud to be Pinay' Sa maganda mong kulay at mataas mong kilay. Taas noo mong itayo ang ating bandila. Mabuhay ka Danica Magpantay. :)))
Danica Flores Magpantay from the Philippines wins Ford Supermodel of the World 2011
Danica Flores Magpantay from the Philippines wins Ford Supermodel of the World 2011
'Nuff said.
“No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.”
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Alissa, I agree.
I will never be the woman with the perfect hair, who can wear white & not spill on it.
Weirdo.
Whenever we have terrible fights, all I need was a hug, a sweet kiss, an ‘I love you’ coming from you. That’s what I wanted you to do, to say. You know that I love you even if I always tell you that I hated you. You’re now my life and it wouldn’t change, even if we had a million fights. That’s how much I love you.
Aerofuckingawesomegel.
“Also known as frozen smoke, Aerogel is the world’s lowest density solid, clocking in at 96% air. It’s basically just a gel made from silicon, except all the liquid has been taken out and replaced with gas instead. If you hold a small piece in your hand, it’s practically impossible to either see or feel, but if you poke it, it’s like styrofoam.
Aerogel isn’t just neat, it’s useful. It supports up to 4,000 times its own weight and can apparently withstand a direct blast from two pounds of dynamite. It’s also the best insulator in existence, which is why we don’t have Aerogel jackets: it works so well that people were complaining about overheating on Mt. Everest.”
Monday, January 3, 2011
Passion.
It lies in all of us. Sleeping … waiting … and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir … open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us … guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love … the clarity of hatred … the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we’d be truly dead.
I really do.
It’s really a wonder that I haven’t dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart.
What a waste of sprinkles!!!!!!
Learn how to pour the shit INTO the bowl god damn. That’s alot of sprinkles you wasted smart one. What are you gonna do now? Sweep it off the table into your hand and toss it in the trash? No. You better eat that shit. Eat it now. Sprinkles should not be wasted. You whore.
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