I know this is bad. But there’s this noshamecampaign of people in black & white mugshots telling about their tragic-turned-motivational life view -altering stories.
What if I submit:
"I farted loud enough while sleeping on a car that I was awakened by it
and people were laughing.”
I’m sorry… I’m a terrible person.
Friday, Oct 17, 2014 / 0 notes
n. the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore—that although you thought you were following the arc of the story, you keep finding yourself immersed in passages you don’t understand, that don’t even seem to belong in the same genre—which requires you to go back and reread the chapters you had originally skimmed to get to the good parts, only to learn that all along you were supposed to choose your own adventure.
Tanginang Goodreads yan. Nagpublish pala sa Timeline lahat ng niregister kong books. Sana di nabasa ng HR… kasi “ot” ako ngayon eh. :(
Tuesday, Oct 14, 2014 / 2 notes
~Just as nothing could light the dark that eats from within.
Monday, Oct 13, 2014 / 1 note
I have a friend who is currently addicted to Tinder and I’ve been dying to ask her if she had already lost it without her trying to be defensive or worst, lying.
If I haven’t met Paolo again, I wonder if I’ll also be hooked to that app? Nah. Perhaps not. I would probably be busy friendzoning people whose fart I personally know. or I’d probably still be in Sales and still be a flirty agent who sells well (at least).
Maganda kasi ako dati e.
Friday, Oct 10, 2014 / 2 notes
I was reading a blog entry of an Arrrneo grad when it suddenly told of how she had judged her blockmates who rode a jeep for the first time, and I can totally relate.
I have a friend from college who was from OB Montessori until high school. The first time he rode a jeep, he shouted “Ang saya pala dito Kim! Ang lakas ng sounds! hahaha.”
He was even bopping his head and people inside the jeep were laughing with us. I guess I had fun college memories where I had a fair share of DotA, inom, suka, heartbreak, and aral.
We had no money problems then and the yen just kept on coming. I wonder if I’ll always be this happy thinking about my college years. which is a bit sad.
True Love - Coldplay
“But one last time tell me you love me.
If you don’t then lie… oh lie to me.”
The best track in Ghost Stories according to me, the radio requests, and even Chris Martin himself. Oh Coldplay, we’ve been having an affair for fourteen years.
Wednesday, Sep 24, 2014 / 7 notes
I don’t really hate it. But I don’t like it either when people in the office expect me to be the one to count & check if the documents they need have been completely printed and that I’d even tell them it’s done.
Yes, I’m the one connected to the printer but I think my job ends with opening your files and hitting Ctrl-P kaya nga kita tinawag pabalik:
Hindi naman kasi ako bayad bilang secretary mo eh.
Tuesday, Sep 23, 2014 / 1 note