“If I would have to change my religious beliefs, I would not marry the person that I love. Because the first person that I love is God, who created me. I have my faith and my principles, and this is what makes me who I am. If the person loves me, he’ll love my God too.” — Shamcey Supsup
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My FB feed is full of Miss Universe stuff… I find it silly that many people are proud that Ms. Philippines does not need a translator. Knowing English does not make us any better, pffft. Thats the James Soriano mentality at work.
It’s great she was a finalist though. I just shudder at the faux nationalism that will follow. Graaaah. Again please do not go all “Pinoy Pride”, that’s her achievement, not yours, not ours. Be happy for her, and strive to make your own achievements, big or small just don’t live through someone else.
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Rush Draft for a mural. Wall painting, a big difference with graffiti. I hope I can help do this on their wall. D: anyway its about nature saving life so on and so forth. HS stuffs.
Meet our new shitzus Pancho (the black one) and Patrash (the brown one). They are really adorable in this pic. They’re so cute ♥ Oh it was taken by my sisterette while i’m at the office.
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
—Neil Gaiman
