november 2

I'll love you until like it's 19x100 months.

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Ang Girlfriend Mong Baduy

I'd rather express this in Tagalog, para mas malupet. Tulad ng pagmamahal ko sayo. (@@,)

Malamang tulog ka na. Pero ako eto gising na gising pa. Naisip ko kasi lahat mula nung araw na nakilala kita. Kung pagkekwentuhin ako ng buhay ko, ikaw ang ikekwento ko, kasi ikaw na naging buong buhay ko (mas marami pa ang kwentong Mushy kesa sa kwentong buhay ko talaga). Nakakalimutan ko na din yung ibang mga pangarap ko. Kasi natupad na yung pinakamagarbo, yung pangarap kong ibigin ka. Wahaha. Linya mo yan, di ba? Pahiram na lang. Pero di nga, totoo 'yon. Ganun naman kasi talaga. Dati akala ko may mga bagay na pinapangarap lang talaga at hanggang dun na lang din. Bumabaliktad tyan ko pag andyan ka na. Ang hirap, halos maglaho ako sa hiya tuwing tinititigan mo ko noon. Kaya gusto kong mag-cartwheels sa tuwa nung nalaman kong parehas lang pala tayo ng pangarap. Haaay. Ang ibigin ang isa't isa! (._.) Bago pa 'yon, buong araw tayo magkausap sa text, hanggang makauwi ka galing eskwelahan at makatulog. 'Pag nakakatulog ka kinakausap na lang kita ng tulog gaya nito (namiss ko din ginagawa 'to), sinasabi ko lahat ng di ko nasasabi pag gising ka. Hindi naman talaga ako mahilig magtext pero ewan..lakas mo! Akala ko noon wala akong pag-asa sayo. Tinatawag mo pa kong kiddo. Naman! Hay. Pero alam mo bang kahit noon pa ikaw ang happiest thought ko. Sinulat ko paulit ulit pangalan mo nung Algebra namin. Habang naiisip ko yung holding hands sa ilalim ng mesa (hehe), na nilalabanan ng mga walang kwenta kong theories. Tapos naging tayo. Kahit kami pa din. Gusto kong humingi ng tawad dahil sa ganung sitwasyon "tayo" nagumpisa, dahil nasasaktan ka. Bakit naman kasi late ka? Late ka sa eskwela, late ka gumising..lagi kang late..pati pagdating sa buhay ko late pa rin! Ikaw lang pala inaantay ko eh. Pero hindi ko yata kayang ikaw ang mawala kahit wala ng ibang matira sakin. Naisip ko nun tae, OK lang yun. :) Hindi ko naman kailangan ng maraming tao para bumuo ng mundo. Kahit ikaw lang, solb na. Kahit sa kaunting panahong nakilala kita wala nang mas hihigit pa sa pinaramdam mong pagmamahal. Mula nung araw na 'yon, buong buhay na kong masaya.

Salamat sa pagdating sa buhay ko. (._.)

You always say, "sorry for all these". I say, thank you for all these.

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reblog this if your first or last name is always spelled/pronounced wrong

VERZOSA. NOT VERSOZA. THAT’S JUST PLAIN STUPID. NO ONE’S NAMED VERSOZA. OKAY, MAYBE THIS ONE FILIPINO PORN STAR. EVER HEARD OF GARDO VERSOZA? YEAH, HE’S A DISGRACE TO THE FAMILY NAME.

It doesn’t happen all the time but everyone once in a while, yeah. My name is Nina. Simple, right? So, again, let’s just clear this up. It’s NOT Niña.

My surname Nery is almost always misspelled as Neri. It never gets mispronounced but it always gets misspelled.

MY NAME IS. NOT. PATRICIA. My last name is not David. No, I don’t use my mother’s maiden name. My middle name is Andrea, not Policarpio. It’s Sa-man-tha, not Sumunta. And it’s AN-dree-ya/ An-DREY-a NOT AN-dreh-ya. My name is not that hard.

It`s Gallardo \:d/ Last name `yaan, aaa ! GAL-YAR-DOOOOO =)))))))))) Not Ga-lar-do, mm`kay ?

Misspelled and/or mispronounced. It`s Christine Felizardo. Christine is spelled that way, not Kristine or Cristine or Kristin or any crappy spelling. And Felizardo is not pronounced as Filisardo. =))

Wth Nicki. SERIOUSLY FILISARDO ANG PRONUNCIATION NILA SA FELIZARDO?! Wtf. =))))))

Sadly, yes. Some, haha =))

Arrogante’s my last name. And I ALWAYS have to tell them “Double R” :| Oh well. Still one of the best last names in the world. \m/

it’s Teddi, no y. i am not a bear. and it’s not Theresa, Teresa.

It’s Mishel, not Michelle. Francheska, not Francesca / Franchesca.

Oh, and my middle name is NOT spelled as / or pronounced as yengko.

And sir Noe, it’s ESCAÑO, NOT ESCANCIO. :|

IT’S CLARA MURALLOS. NOT CARLA MORALES. :|

it’s ALKI. not alqui or alkey or alcky or alkee or alcki or weirzy

Oh and they always call me E-lay-ni or El-ya-ni or E-laine. It is E-le-ni. It is spelled Eleanny, with double N, not double L. And my surname is Ha-ron. Not Dya-ron. Haha.

(reblogged from arukisama's blog)

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Aren't mothers amazing?

Learning how to handle your mom can be rather like conjuring - in other words a very tricky business. This is because all moms possess at least one of the following superhu-mom powers.

Radar Ear
This superhu-mom power enables mothers to pick up sound over vast distances. When it is used on you, Radar Ear works in a particular devilish way: it can actually decide what to pick up and what not to. It picks up everything you do not want your mother to hear, and it cuts out anything you do want her to hear.
For example, your mother's Radar Ear will always pick up the following words and phrases:

• "@@#**!!" (That is, any word that is at all rude.)
• "No, of course my mother won't mind if I spend overnight at you house."

But your mother's Radar Ear will never pick up the following:

• "Can I have a new set of acrylic paints, please?"
• "Can we go to a white beach this summer?"

Gamma-Ray Eye
This is another very common superhu-mom power. It enables your mother to actually see through things. For example, to anyone else, your bed looks like tidy and neat. But a mother with Gamma-Ray Eye, would see unwashed socks, can of Coke, and candy plastics behind/underneath your bed.

Laser Tongue
Sharp, cutting and deadly - that is what a mother's Laser Tongue is. It enables mothers to come out with really devastating comments.
For example:
Mom: "Why are you with him again? Didn't I tell you to get rid of that boy?!"
Girl: "We are in school project, mom."
Mom: "Why are you answering me, heretic?! You're such an indolent daughter!"

They're like emotional torture.

Athlete's Leg
Mothers with this superhu-mom power are fast. They are most likely to catch up on you if you are running on a date. The really clever thing, though, is that they do not look fast. That is why it is so easy to be taken by surprise. It is all to do with clothes. On top you mother might be wearing a skirt, a lacy blouse and step-ins. But underneath she will be wearing something like an athlete's get up, with tights, rubber shoes and knee pads.

But sometimes mothers could shift from being painfully strict superhu-moms to just cool and easy mothers. Those were the time when they talk about Harry Potter with you, or asks about the previous Grey's Anatomy episode, or give compliments about a pair of fancy bracelets you're wearing.

How's that? They are amazing, aren't they?

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realization today:

Making it to Santa's nice list is a tough job.

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Casanova

"Misery is not attractive.
If you want to be loved you have to be worth loving."
-Giacomo Casanova

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letter to Santi Klaus

Dear Santa,

Do you remember me, the kid who used to call you Santi Klaus. I am the kid who used to ask a bicycle from you and i wrote letters for you every year. Then having no replies and bicycle at all makes me think that somebody has been stealing your mail.

I'm back again, but this time I won't be asking for a bicycle anymore. I know its already Christmas. So I have thought about a gift that could spare you from wrapping and tax.

Please please possess my Physics teacher tomorrow and make me pass the remedial exam.

With love,

Mush Potato

P.S. I didn't mail this letter because Grinch might find this and steal it again.

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to mushy

the soul has no memory but i know deep within my heart i love you even before i was born. and something really tells me that you loved me too in the past. for i never learned of such love stronger than time. my love for you is much more antique than time itself..

-mush potato

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owl city

fireflies.
i'm weird cause i hate goodbyes..
vanilla twilight.
the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly..
the bird and the worm.
if my segments get seperated, I'll scream and you'll be there..

best techno. :)

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Goodbye, Emily!

I am more selfish than I would like to admit.

Because I have this biggest fear: it is when you found something so cool, and all the other people would find your thing cool, too, the next thing would be them pushing you out of the scene, thinking you are not cool enough to like the same thing.

The same when somebody find you cool and then another cool thing arrives, you get taken for granted.

I have only few important things with me. Being selfish is good sometimes. I get to keep the things of my very young life for myself alone. But more often, it makes me a psychedelic freak. Because most of MY things really never meant anything to anyone but me.

I don't know. Do you hate me?
I do. I hate myself.

Or maybe it's my grubby, sensitive and insecure alter ego.

(Maybe I can't be with you forever..
Go and build your future somewhere else, Emily!)

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