Song from The Walking Dead Season 5 Comic-Con Trailer

Fun fact: Brennisteinn (/ˈprɛnːɪˌsteitn/) is Icelandic for "Brimstone" otherwise known as sulfur (the more you know 彡)

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fashion blogging? did you mean look at these branded clothes i can buy and you can’t afford hah

I should be designing logos right now but here I am listening to Baby Metal and enjoying a cup o’ coffee as I read the entirety of X-Men history in the Marvel database.

Noong iwan mo ako ng walang pasabi, o pangako ng pagbabalik, umiyak ako buong gabi. Umiyak ako nang sobrang tindi; kinailangan kong ibilad sa araw ang unan ko kinabukasan. Ang sarap pala sa pakiramdam ng patulugin ka ng sarili mong pag-iyak. Naisip ko, hindi pinakuluang dahon ng bayabas, o alak, ang sagot sa ganitong klaseng sakit. Luha ang pinakamabisang pang-langgas sa sugat ng puso.

Kaya… inaraw-araw ko ito.

Sinisimulan at tinatapos ko ang mga araw na binabalikan ang mga sugat na iniwan mo. Iniisa-isa ko ang mga alaala’t hinahanap kung saan sila bumaon dito sa puso ko. Nakakatawa. Ang akala ko noon, kung dumating man ang araw na ‘to, puro mga alaala ng away at hindi natin pagkakasunduan ang iintindihin ko, kasi ‘yun, mahirap gamutin; na sila, kahit ilang balde na ng luha ang aking pigain mula sa mga mata ko, magdurugo pa rin.

Pero mas nagdurugo ako para sa mga tawa mo. Mas nagdurugo ako sa mga patawa mo. Mas nagdurugo ako sa mga yakap mo, sa kung paanong ang balat ko ay parang nalalapnos kapag dahan-dahan mo akong hinahaplos at ang hininga ko ay nahahapo at kinakapos kapag niyayapos kita.

Nagdurugo ako noong umalis ka, pero mas nagdurugo ako sa unang gabi na pinili mong manatili. Nagdurugo ako noong gabing sabihin mo na ayaw mo na, pero mas nagdurugo ako noong gabing tanungin mo ako kung pwede pa ba? Nagdurugo ako noong gabing tinalikuran mo ako, pero mas nagdurugo ako na noong pagtalikod ko, nandun ka pa.

At nagdurugo ako. At nagdurugo ako. At nadudurog at nadudurog at nagdurugo pa rin ako sa alaala na ikaw pa ang mas naunang nagsabi ng, “Mahal kita.”

Mahal kita. Kung titignan nang maigi ang mga salitang isinulat ng mga sugat na iniwan mo, ‘yang dalawang ‘yan ang mababasa ko: Mahal kita. At sa inaraw-araw ng pagbibilad kong gan’to, nagmamanhid na sila. Mahal kita. At sa dinami-rami ng luha na pinang-langgas ko rito, naglalamig na sila. Mahal kita. At sa hinaba-haba ng panahon na ginugol ko sa gamutan, nagmamanhid na sila. Mahal kita. At sa tinagal-tagal nitong kumikirot sa dibdib ko, medyo nakakasanay na. Mahal kita. At sa tinatagal-tagal ng panahon na ginugol ko sa gamutan, magsasara na sila. Magsasara, at magiging mga pilat na paulit-ulit kong mababasa at ang parati lang sasabihin ay mahal kita.

Mahal, kung magkita man tayong muli at tanungin mo kong muli kung pwede pa ba, ang hihilingin ko lang sa’yo ay mga bagong unan. Dahil ang lahat ng sa akin ay akala mo’y naulanan. Dahil lahat sila ay akin nang naiyakan at nag-iwan ng mga kwento natin. Ayaw ko nang matulog sa mga unang basa at malunod sa pagtulog sa alaala na mahal kita, mahal nga pala kita, na mahal pa rin pala kita. At sa wakas, hindi na kasing sakit ng dati.

Pero mahal, masakit pa.

Mga Basang Unan, by Juan Miguel Rivera Severoperformed on July 19, 2014 at Sev’s Cafe’s Open Mic Night hosted by Words Anonymous
I was like, where the fuck is everybody? Why are the lights off? Am I in an Asian horror movie? Should I start running for dear life now? And then the operations manager came in, almost shocked me to death really, and told me that there’s no office for the admins today as indicated in the text message they sent this morning. WHAT. FUCKING. TEXT. ლ(ಠ益ಠლ

I was like, where the fuck is everybody? Why are the lights off? Am I in an Asian horror movie? Should I start running for dear life now? And then the operations manager came in, almost shocked me to death really, and told me that there’s no office for the admins today as indicated in the text message they sent this morning. WHAT. FUCKING. TEXT. ლ(ಠ益ಠლ

WATCH ► “Horns” Teaser (starring Daniel Radcliffe, Juno Temple)

I can’t wait for this! [Always wanted to have horns meself too]

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Back to Work + Deadlines!
Thank you Glenda (I still propose to call it Typhoon Thor) for further delaying my work. Wow, setback after setback after setback, I just want these AVPs off my back already so I can finally relax. The institutional one has been my project ever since I started working here…5 months ago. And now I have uniforms to design, logo studies to make and a stage to design down on my table  

Back to Work + Deadlines!

Thank you Glenda (I still propose to call it Typhoon Thor) for further delaying my work. Wow, setback after setback after setback, I just want these AVPs off my back already so I can finally relax. The institutional one has been my project ever since I started working here…5 months ago. And now I have uniforms to design, logo studies to make and a stage to design down on my table  

The Engineers from Prometheus are so fucking mesmerizing I’d gladly procreate with one if I had the chance

The Engineers from Prometheus are so fucking mesmerizing I’d gladly procreate with one if I had the chance

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Coffee break!
Never really thought I’d be into a sci-fi novel until I came across my first Koontz book. (Well I don’t know what to make of it ‘cos it was leaning to sci-fi as the story progressed but then became supernatural — demons, souls, salvation, etc. — towards the ending) It’s hard finding a perfectly decent, cliche-free horror themed novel these days and this managed to satisfy me. I had to put the book down and exhale "what the fuck" a couple of times. I’m getting more Koontz! If you know any good horror books, tell me.
I just started Necropolis, it’s a mystery novel (and I bought it because I really liked the cover).

Coffee break!

Never really thought I’d be into a sci-fi novel until I came across my first Koontz book. (Well I don’t know what to make of it ‘cos it was leaning to sci-fi as the story progressed but then became supernatural — demons, souls, salvation, etc. — towards the ending) It’s hard finding a perfectly decent, cliche-free horror themed novel these days and this managed to satisfy me. I had to put the book down and exhale "what the fuck" a couple of times. I’m getting more Koontz! If you know any good horror books, tell me.

I just started Necropolis, it’s a mystery novel (and I bought it because I really liked the cover).

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I realize I’m listening to preteen Japanese school girls. unf that breakdown at 1:14, so fucking awesome

Workspace selfie! Had another monitor installed because I don’t have any sense of organization that After Effects gave up on me. I FEEL SO POWERFUL. I hope I can finish all 3 AVPs in time _ノ乙(、ン、)_ *dies into the sunset*

Workspace selfie! Had another monitor installed because I don’t have any sense of organization that After Effects gave up on me. I FEEL SO POWERFUL. I hope I can finish all 3 AVPs in time _ノ乙(、ン、)_ *dies into the sunset*

A One Sentence Story About The Bathroom

by Michael Koh

When you tear out your hair in clumps starting from the back of your head in slow calculated movements you realize how much pain is a reminder of who you are that your survival in this world all depends on your conscious or unconscious attempts to avoid this pain that you embrace yet hold distant from you as if it were a filthy dying creature and you blink back tears of either joy or horror because you can’t stop the blood flowing freely from the back of your head because some of your scalp has come off too and you mouth something off into the air but no one is there to witness it and you feel nothing but soreness and an appreciation for the bleakness within you and you notice the air is heavy and warm on your skin and you realize as you hold your hair tightly in your hands that the blood from your head is soaking your grey t-­shirt and weighing your shoulders down and you understand that the weight on your shoulders have increased even if minutely and you laugh in amusement at the small irony and you can’t help yourself and you kneel down and release the hair from your hands and grab your temples and let out a loud laugh as blood still trickles down from the back of your head and perhaps it is because you are losing blood at a rapid pace that you begin to feel faint with each laugh and perhaps it is because you have realized how imminent death is in life that you grab that picture of you and her and hold it to your chest and mutter some words that you have regretted saying before in the past because she had thrown those words back at you with venom and you felt nothing but cold hatred but now all those feelings are quelled for those black spots you see in front of you signals the beginning of the failure of your body to protect your already fragile body from foreign intruders and you know that this is the first stage towards the end of this life in this dimension in this space and that to you at this very moment means nothing because all you want is to relive that moment when the two of you went upstate to a farm to pick apples and ended up getting lost and having lunch at a diner you two never went back to but talked about doing every weekend and between those black spots and the fog all you see is her face beaming down at you as if she is happy at your demise and you feel a surge of anger throughout your pain and your response to her delight is your feeling that you must debase yourself and you pull at your ears as hard as your arms let you and you feel an explosion within your head and a sudden silence surrounds you and you let out a scream that you cannot hear for the first time in your life and you weep in regret and surprise and claw at the side of your face and feel your skin tear under your fingernails and you can taste the metallic tang of your blood on your tongue and you feel a numbness inside like you have felt before like you have felt when you two broke up and you realize this feels much more different because you are on your knees chipping away at the foundation of your life and this feels pure and genuine than the time you cried about the first time you slept alone in sixteen years and drank half a bottle of brandy by yourself but life is not what it used to be and you understand that there is nothing else for you to live for and that there is nothing else left for you in this world but something holds you back from complete destruction and you are on the floor left kneeling as your hands are motionless by your side and your chest subtly moving and your t-­shirt stained mahogany and heavy and your eyes are closed and you are immersed in the physical pain you have caused yourself but you know that you cannot cleanse yourself of the emotional pain no matter how much you inflict superficial pain and as you listen for the sound that you know will never hear and as you bite your tongue to keep your thoughts at bay and as you take that breath that may be your last and as you remember a time when you two drank champagne at the first new year together and at the first Christmas together and the first time you two drove out to Nantucket for a family thanksgiving and the first time you two sat on the couch to watch a food channel marathon and the first time you two slept together and the first time you two went to the beach and the first time you two went on a date and the time you two met for the first time and as you claw at your eyes in an attempt to remove the images from that head of yours a light flashes within your mind and blinds you from the inside out and you collapse face first on to the bedroom floor and the last thing you see is a picture of you and her holding a baby that was never to be born.

070514: 8th United CALABARZON Collegiate League

It’s UCCL season once again! Schools from CALABARZON sent it their best teams and athletes to compete for the championship and for the chance to go to the nationals. We hosted the event once again. GO TEAM BRAVEHEARTS YAY! 

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The first game was my school (FAITH) versus De La Salle - Dasmariñas.

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I’m not particularly a huge sports fan (especially basketball) but holy shite the first game was so intense

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They had to play overtime for this one but we lost in the end (91 to 93), an awesome match nevertheless.

*** Intermission number

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(Let it go, let it goooo ♫)

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(THAT GUY. He plays the guitar and learned the violin in three months, he also likes to rap while playing the piano in his free time. WHAT ARE YOU) ***

It was exhausting running from one court to the other (I was also covering volleyball) and then running some more to help get ‘thank you’ tokens for the media people we invited, good thing the weathers was cooperating.

And that’s about it — the first day of UCCL. Only God knows how long these things last. Also, it was my birthday :3

I JUST SAW THESE

alansegui said: Bagay sayo hair mo :)

I dont feel it tho but thank you :))) Angle lang yun, promise. Hahaha

utaklato said: noks

mehehe