October 2011
58 posts
Oct 29th
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Oct 29th
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Oct 29th
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Oct 27th
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Oct 27th
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Oct 27th
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Oct 26th
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Kilig
I’m truly tempted to post my picture with YunHo (a birthday gift from my officemate friends). Ayan, kinikilig na naman ako. Hahaha.
Oct 25th
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Oct 25th
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Why You Need a Man, Not a Boy by: Mindy Kaling →
Oct 20th
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Oct 20th
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Oct 20th
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Random people: Possible heartache →
random-people: When she looks at him, she doesn’t see the love, the trust, the commitment. All she sees is the chance she might lose him one day. That he might not always be there for her to love and trust and commit to and he might not always love and trust her. All she sees it that he might give up on her one… This is nice.
Oct 16th
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Oct 16th
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Oct 16th
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Oct 15th
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Oct 15th
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Oct 15th
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Oct 14th
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Oct 14th
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Oct 11th
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Oct 11th
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“I fall as they fall and like a breeze to the leaves you are wind to me.”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
Oct 10th
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Oct 10th
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Random people: Surrounded by Life →
random-people: He is surrounded by life, yet life doesn’t seem to touch him. It is everywhere around him, but it is not in him and he is not in life. From a distance, he looks at people who are living. He studies them, like they hold a secret he wants to know about. Their emotions seem to puzzle him, like he…
Oct 10th
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Oct 10th
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Oct 10th
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Oct 10th
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Oct 8th
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Oct 8th
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Oct 7th
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Oct 7th
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Oct 7th
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Listenfollowandreblog: Kathryn Williams Spit on a...
Oct 7th
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Oct 7th
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Oct 6th
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Oct 6th
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Oct 6th
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Oct 6th
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Night Thoughts
Clamor of a bank of missiles outgoing, clang of ‘general quarters’ and I wake. Drenched in sweat, I listen to a soundless night. The far-off howl of the freight jerks me from my brooding and the bed is no longer large enough. I shuffle through the house, joggle the locks, stand in the doorways of still rooms. The whistle, as the train passes through the village, echoes off the...
Oct 5th
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Oct 5th
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Oct 4th
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Oct 4th
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Oct 3rd
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Oct 3rd
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Oct 3rd
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Oct 3rd
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Oct 3rd
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Oct 2nd
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Oct 2nd
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