Jan
19th
Thu
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I have no right to feel jealousy towards you. I am in no position to complain or to feel hurt. I am, and should be, happy for you. He chose you, after all. All I can do is support you. He’s my friend, and I’ll make sure he’ll be fine. But the moment you shatter his heart and make him cry… I swear. I’ll be the first one to be there for him. He can have my shoulder, my ears, my eyes, my arms, my heart. Because he’s my friend. A very special one. And I love him for being a great one.
— A little twant (twitter rant) of mine: http://twitter.com/osorio_den
Sep
18th
Sun
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Minho, my love, your arms are scary here but I still love you. <3 =P

Minho, my love, your arms are scary here but I still love you. <3 =P

(Source: fuckyeahminhochoi)

Aug
27th
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Aug
24th
Wed
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helgaholic:

Taylor Swift’s wardrobe malfunction is too cute.

Two things ran through my head as soon as I saw her skirt fly:

  • is that pantyhose or blurred underwear; and,
  • she sounds different live… very different.
Jul
18th
Mon
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Jul
17th
Sun
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OooooooohhhHHhhhHhhhHhh~ ME WANT.

japanisches-schulmaedchen:

want! need! now!

OooooooohhhHHhhhHhhhHhh~ ME WANT.

japanisches-schulmaedchen:

want! need! now!

(via halfblindmidget)

May
20th
Fri
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You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.

Bob Marley

My fiance made me read this a couple of minutes ago… and made me cry. =]

Apr
23rd
Sat
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Shall never happen to me. I love you, Bryan Joseph. &lt;3

Shall never happen to me. I love you, Bryan Joseph. <3

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Apr
9th
Sat
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OOOHH~ I LOVE YOU PIXAR STUDY LIGHT. Soooo cute. =D

OOOHH~ I LOVE YOU PIXAR STUDY LIGHT. Soooo cute. =D

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Apr
6th
Wed
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twobillionwords:

Inspired by page 9 of the Subtle Knife.
Picture: http://weheartit.com/entry/6533684

twobillionwords:

Inspired by page 9 of the Subtle Knife.

Picture: http://weheartit.com/entry/6533684

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musicandlyricss:

Never Knew What I Needed- Ne-Yo
picture: http://tumblrphotographyxox.tumblr.com/

musicandlyricss:

Never Knew What I Needed- Ne-Yo

picture: http://tumblrphotographyxox.tumblr.com/

Apr
5th
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One year to us.

Dear world, who would’ve known?


One year ago, at around 8pm, we were playing hide-and-seek in the middle of Trinoma. I headed to my family after a full day of training and seminars at work, only to wind up heading back for our pilot episode without any sleep. Why didn’t I get to sleep anyway? His fault. =]

He wasn’t familiar with Trinoma at that time, what with being a fratman, a cum laude, a scholar. He didn’t go shopping, either, so why would he end up in a mall, anyway? No reason back then. But on that day, he had one. We had to talk things over, where things were going, why things were the way they were becoming. It was our moment of realisation and truth. And so we tried to find each other in the middle of the rather new Trinoma mall for about an hour.

Gerry’s Grill; sisig and beer. All with no sleep and before work. Who would’ve known that the moment I would hear his sincerity was near? I don’t just dive into something without the guy saying anything. I’m old-fashioned that way: make the guy do everything for you, make him learn about you the hard way. But I was being stupid. I was falling deeper in love.

Irrationality is the best thing that ever happened to me.

It was difficult. I was in a sorority, I had work, I had my academics to take care of; he was a brod, a candidate for our student council, and had a cum laude standing to maintain. I was his priority, but work was mine. I scheduled him and gave very little of my time whilst he tried to sacrifice adjusting to me - and to the high expectations of my mum. The world flipped when I finally gave my all to work: it was my turn to adjust to his schedule and to his needs. He prioritised his thesis and academics and his responsibilities as a fratman. He needed to graduate; I needed to be his support.

The world wasn’t always the way we wanted it to be. We had our own share of arguments, disagreements, quarrels to the point of breaking up then getting back together in a little after 24 hours. Those were tough times. There were times that I’ve forgotten special events, like that time we headed to Tagaytay after flipping a coin and danced in the moonlight, or that time we cruised down NLEX to stop at whatever McDo we would bump into (yeah, sure, we found a McDo in Pampanga). Sometimes, I would even forget his middle name. Or his birthdate. Or how he dislikes peanut butter and give him a peanut butter sandwich anyway. Or how he likes to play with my DS but I’d take it with me anyway when I go to out-of-town shoots (like today).

But… he understands. He understands when I scold him for being forgetful and irresponsible. He understands when I don’t talk to him for a day or two because I’m pissed about something. He understands whenever I don’t get to do something for him. And he understands why I cry even if I don’t speak a word about it.

It’s hard to describe why exactly you love someone. I think it’s not meant to be descriptive. Love is meant to be irrational. It’s meant to be undefinable, like art - but better.

I wouldn’t say he’s perfect. I’m not perfect, either. But I know who I’m going to be growing my silver hair with. We’re not the best and perfect couple in the world, but I know we’re happy. I know we’re right for each other.

Apr
1st
Fri
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On April Fool’s Day.

I was browsing through stuff on the web, looking for a story - or something - worthy to be pitched for our show when I bumped into an article about Bieber and Gomez. I was rather surprised to find that Bieber’s just turned 17, and Gomez is, well, 20! That’s a good three years apart, but who cares? Selina doesn’t even look 20 - though she’s old enough to end up in jail. AND they look so good together.

Then I took a peek at my phone. On the home screen, I had a photo of Bryan and I being our fun and crazy selves. “I’m older than him, too,” I thought.

I then headed for Facebook to plug out how much I love my fiance, and how the photos of Bieber and Gomez made my stomach flutter because they reminded me of us. Made me miss him a lot all of a sudden. Being busy means being concentrated on what you’re busy on, especially when it’s work, so these things need a proper timetable.

Not this time.

I decided to give him something. With the help of his grandmother, we pulled it off. I’m not even going to share what it was, but I assure you I got him calling me up asking me where was I and what happened. It was nothing else but an April Fool’s prank.

Gladly, he was a good sport. We laughed it off, got cheezy, and wasted time whispering practically nothing to each other. I can’t wait to drag him around some place, hold his hand, be on an escalator and peck his cheek. BECAUSE we look good together. =3