matabangutak:

ramonbautista:

Reblog and lemme know why you want to see Incubus live at the big dome! 5 best answers each get a pair of tickets!!!

thank you kay Minute Maid para sa tickets! Yey!!!

Gusto kong manalo para mapanuod ang Incubus bata pa lang ako napapakinggan ko na ito. Henerasyon ko ito eh. At the same time mameeet ang gwapong gwapong si Ramon dahil siya ang magbibigay ng ticket!. Ano ba ang kailangan ibaon dito? Isang minuted maid? Isang matinding pulpy enjoyment ang mararanasan ko dito! Para siguradong hindi antukin at patuloy na makipagrakrakan kay ramon at incubus! Rakenrol!

Dahil 1st year lang ako nung huli silang pumunta dito. Nag-away kami ng nanay ko dahil hindi ako pinayagang manood kahit nakaipon na ako. Ngayong 1st year college na ako, nag-away pa rin kami ng nanay ko kasi hindi niya ako pinautang, kahit pinayagan na ako. Damn puberty!

awarewolves:

Note: I’ve come across this beautiful set of photographs sometime last year, and I see it fit to share it with you as we mourn for our own loved ones and all the others who already passed away. Let us altogether offer this day of prayer to the souls of our dead, both eternally remembered and also those who are neglected and forgotten.

- A Mother’s Journey, Sacramento Bee Photography (2007 Pulitzer Prize for Feature Photography)

Si Ding ang pusher.

- Dong Abay

… a completely fucked up audio came storming my life just in time when I got my pc fixed. 

I spend 70% of my internet-dependent hours on bizarre-o music, series, movies, documentaries I call “interests”(the 30% goes out to reading inaudible conspiracy theories about the US taking over the world and some other stuff you have no gift of comprehending lol ok kidding) so you have no idea how much pain it brings me to be flustered with all those especially now that I have access to them once more but is still virtually paralyzed to abuse them. It makes me so angry and irritated because I have tried every damn tech support solution available on the web but none of them worked. And I am also worried about the fact that I can get really upset and violent over computer matters and might eventually drive me into starting a killing rampage if I fail to fix this fucking mess in the next 24 hours(or just simply smash my computer and forever say adios to it which I tell you, is far worse than the killing spree. I might commit suicide if that happens.).

I hate my life. 

I’d like to believe that I can actually write but kinda often fail at it colossally. I really don’t get why some people (especially my English teacher) think I can to be completely honest about it. Screw that notion about my only-bragging-my-ass-off because I am not. I know what good writing is and Jesus fucking Christ, mine does not pass off as such. 

I hate how I always end up staring mindlessly at a paper I’m working on due to lack of substance and utter agony for having written something that petty. I hate how my head churns up all these goddamned ideas but could not actually translate them into words. I’m not even coherent for Pete’s sake! 

I am a fucking (insert lazy) brilliant mess. 

haworthprojections:

An albino baby girl and her Mwilan mother.

A wonderful day for genetics. 

But I’m afraid it’s for all the wrong reasons.