Positivity

thespacegoat: • Accidentally close a tab? Ctrl+Shift+T reopens...

Wed, 22 May 2013 13:05:19 +0800

• Accidentally close a tab? Ctrl+Shift+T reopens it.
• Bananas release dopamine, eat them when you’re sad.
• CTRL+SHIFT+ESC is the one handed version of CTRL+ALT+DEL
• Don’t brush your teeth hard, it makes them sensitive and removes enamel.
• Don’t like spiders? Put citronella oil on your walls and they will not go there.
• Drink one glass of water for every alcoholic drink you have, you’ll get drunk without getting a hangover.
• Get clear ice cubes by boiling water before freezing it
• Heal paper cuts and immediately stop the pain with chapstick.
• If you accidentally write on your dry erase board with a permanent marker, scribble over it with a dry eraser marker to remove it.
• If your shoes smell, put them in the freezer overnight, it will kill the bacteria.
• Make bug bites stop itching with a banana peel.
• Make a paper longer with 12-point text, but 14-point periods and commas.
• Need to get around a blocked website at work? Try replacing the http:// with https://
• Never send your resume as a word file (unless asked) Instead, print it to a pdf file, it’s much cleaner and professional looking.
• Pick a flavor of gum you don’t normally chew, and chew it while studying during a test.
• Place a piece of bread in a container with your homemade cookies and they will stay soft.
• Put a dry towel into a dryer with wet clothes, they will dry faster.
• Put toothpaste on a pimple and it will dry out.
• Practise fake smiling in the mirror every day before going to work/school, you’ll genuinely start to feel happier.
• Rub canola/olive oil on knives before cutting onions, you won’t cry, alternatively chew gum and you won’t either.
• Short on time with a wrinkled dress shirt? Hang it up in the bathroom to steam it flat.
• The night before, place things you don’t want to forget the next morning on top of your shoes.
• Use hydrogen peroxide to remove blood stains from clothing.
• When cleaning windows use newspapers or coffee filters instead of paper towels, they will not leave streaks.
• When microwaving bread products/pizza put a glass of water in with it, it will keep your bread for going spongy.
• When you move into a new place you’re renting, take pictures of any and all damage, then post them on facebook (privately if preferred) so you can use the reference date as proof you didn’t do it.
• When searching plane tickets online delete your cookies prior, prices go up when you visit a site multiple times.

callherhollywood: saveacoweatyourneighbor: multicolors: benski...

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 09:54:01 +0800

callherhollywood:

saveacoweatyourneighbor:

multicolors:

benskid:

Know where you stand.

Wow

i love this so so much

amazing. and “know where you stand” is the perfect caption.

awakeandempty: Strawberry- Paul Baribeau

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 09:51:41 +0800

awakeandempty:

Strawberry- Paul Baribeau

patrick-notpat:cub-buns:i-speak-fluent-nerd:oksmizebtch:apinchofb...

Thu, 10 Jan 2013 11:33:29 +0800

patrick-notpat:cub-buns:i-speak-fluent-nerd:oksmizebtch:apinchofbelladona:lacarpa:

Music icons illustration by Renato Cunha! Go get inspired here

Alone again, naturally

Mon, 10 Dec 2012 10:16:51 +0800

vivatregina:

This is from yesterday’s Young Star (which is The Philippine Star’s ultra awesome Friday lifestyle section, FYI). Raymond Ang messaged me on Facebook with this week’s theme and told me that he noticed how I always tweet on Saturdays about being home, reading a book, and asked if I could write something about not partying. So here it is, published proof that I don’t have a life. And that I like it that way.

(Click on the link above and check out all the other awesome articles that came out this week. Awesome! You can read the article in its entirety below, but if you click the title, you’ll be redirected to the Philippine Star website which has a picture of Jon Snow and a baby direwolf, because Ralph Men-bro-za understands my nerd-fu too well.)

Alone again, naturally

“When I’m older” is what I always used to tell myself when I was younger and not allowed to go out whenever I wanted. On the rare occasions I was allowed to party it up, I was Cinderella—home by midnight. I remember hating this so much that I took a survey of my classmates’ curfews and presented it to my mother along with what I must have believed was a reasonable and convincing argument, to no avail.

My curfew now, at the ripe old age of 25, is a flexible 2 AM. But it’s not really an issue anymore, because I would rather be home on the weekends. Why? I’m older, yes, but still as socially awkward as ever.

I loved going to gigs in college because everyone was some degree of socially awkward at gigs. I had every excuse to stand in a corner and nurse a bottle of Red Horse while watching a band on my own, or conversely, could jump around right in front of said band and sing along with absolute strangers without feeling weird because we were united by the music, guys, and then retreat alone into the aforementioned corner with my beer to brood in a thoroughly photogenic manner.

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jameslegendary: Someone has answered my prayers…… For my...

Fri, 23 Nov 2012 09:35:47 +0800

jameslegendary:

Someone has answered my prayers……

For my friends!!

High school never ends. Super proud of this girl! ❤👍#picstitch...

Sun, 07 Oct 2012 00:24:18 +0800

High school never ends. Super proud of this girl! ❤👍#picstitch (Taken with Instagram at Pepper Lunch)

My evil twin 👫 #picstitch (Taken with Instagram)

Sat, 29 Sep 2012 23:21:49 +0800

My evil twin 👫 #picstitch (Taken with Instagram)

With teeth and without teeth! 😁😊 @hushfornash #picstitch (Taken...

Thu, 27 Sep 2012 08:35:44 +0800

With teeth and without teeth! 😁😊 @hushfornash #picstitch (Taken with Instagram at CCT Training & Retreat Center Tagaytay)

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Mon, 24 Sep 2012 09:51:10 +0800

drownin-your-fakepersonality: faggiest: thecordeliascottanon: ...

Thu, 13 Sep 2012 15:16:05 +0800

drownin-your-fakepersonality:

faggiest:

thecordeliascottanon:

Your boyfriend walks into the house, to greet you after a long hard day at school. You had called him that morning, telling him you didn’t feel well and that you weren’t going to show up. You told him not to get the homework for you and to just stay away until you got better, because you didn’t want him to get the bug. Of course, thinking nothing of it, your boyfriend agreed and said to get better. That day, you decided to do the unthinkable; kill yourself. You decided to cut, to bleed to death. Your parents were gone, no one was home, it was the perfect time. Writing your goodbye notes, you set them on the kitchen table, hoping that once your parents would come home, they would realize after they read the letters, it was too late; you were already gone. The walk to the bathroom to get your razors was a long walk, the last walk of your life. You think about your boyfriend, how clueless he was. He had no idea what you were preparing for. He didn’t get that he’d never get to see you again. You think about your parents. You think about how much you thought you’ve disappointed them, how you didn’t think they were proud of you. You thought about your best friend at school. How much you loved her, the memories you both shared. You smiled at the thought but then remembered what you were about to do and the smile faded. You finally reach the bathroom. Taking a deep breath, you go to the cabinet and get what you need to get to get the job done. Before you slice your skin, you whisper, “I’m sorry.” and slice over the delicate part of your body. The blood pours out of your wrist, you fall to the ground, gasping in pain. Your eyes flutter, closing, as the pain becomes unbearable. Blood trickles next to the floor where you lay, getting all over your favorite outfit. You take a deep breath before slipping into a slumber.

Meanwhile, your boyfriend decides it would be a good idea to come and give you some soup for lunch. He usually just walks in, so he opens the door to your house, hollering your name. When no one answers, he walks further into the corridor, looking left and right. Of course, the bathroom is to the right of the room, the door wide open. Your body lays in a pool of blood near the open door, your body laying against the cabinets. Your boyfriend’s mouth is an “O” shape, too much in shock to let out a sound. But he quickly snaps out of it, running over to where you lay. He picks up your body, shaking it gently and saying your name. When you don’t respond, he starts shaking you more violently, raising his voice. Still, no answer. Your boyfriend is now crying, tears streaming down his face. He still continues to scream your name, hoping for an answer. He gets none. He stops shaking your body, laying his head on your stomach, bawling his eyes out.

After a few minutes, he calms down, grabbing his cell phone and dialing the number everyone knows well; 911. The police rush over, your boyfriend never leaving your side. After being rushed to the hospital, a few hours later, it is announced that you didn’t make it. Your boyfriend falls into shock, not registering the fact that you aren’t on the earth anymore. Your parents weep violently in each others arms, repeating “It’s all our faults.” Your best friend? She’s fallen into the chairs of the waiting room, crying so hard, she’s about to throw up. Everyone in the waiting room is staring at your small group, feeling for them.

A week or so later, there’s a funeral held for you. 500 people and more show up to honor you. The whole service is filled with tears and sadness. Not one person is smiling or even attempting to smile. Everyone knows that maybe if they were a little nicer, you might still be here. Everyone in the room blames themselves. Your boyfriend, hasn’t spoken to anyone since the night. Your best friend, hasn’t eaten in days, maybe a scrap of food every now and then, but not more than a meal. Your parents? Your mom has fallen into depression. Your dad? He’s been like your boyfriend, hasn’t spoken a word since then. Everyday, he stares at the TV with a blank expression. The whole school? There is a case in front of the school with your picture and photos of you, a tribute, you could say. No one is the same anymore. Your smile could brighten someones day. Your laugh could make someone smile, even when they didn’t want to. Your voice, when you talk, is like an angel singing.

You think no one cares? Think again.

oh my god

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WILL IT BE WORTH IT? Please help me… Before anything, I...

Wed, 29 Aug 2012 11:43:54 +0800

WILL IT BE WORTH IT? Please help me…

Before anything, I want to tell you that I have the worst separation anxiety that anyone can have. As in super bad. And since I love love love this man, I don’t know how it may affect me afterwards. Please help me decide… Gusto ko sana yung VIP, baka may lucky fan na tawagin onstage for a free hug/kiss? *which will make my separation anxiety worse to the highest degree if it happened to be me*

Please be kind and leave an answer. I will thank you forever. :)

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Tue, 28 Aug 2012 09:58:32 +0800

BTS! Favorite! (Taken with Instagram)

Sun, 22 Jul 2012 22:40:06 +0800

BTS! Favorite! (Taken with Instagram)

Jim Thompson House. Famous for his Thai silk. (Taken with...

Sun, 22 Jul 2012 22:38:50 +0800

Jim Thompson House. Famous for his Thai silk. (Taken with Instagram)

Asiatique Riverfront 🚤🚤🚤 (Taken with Instagram)

Sun, 22 Jul 2012 22:37:32 +0800

Asiatique Riverfront 🚤🚤🚤 (Taken with Instagram)

Eye candies!! (Taken with Instagram)

Sun, 22 Jul 2012 22:34:20 +0800

Eye candies!! (Taken with Instagram)

London, Rome & Sanfoww (Taken with Instagram)

Sun, 22 Jul 2012 22:33:36 +0800

London, Rome & Sanfoww (Taken with Instagram)

Japan (Taken with Instagram)

Sun, 22 Jul 2012 22:32:30 +0800

Japan (Taken with Instagram)

Around the world in one mall (Taken with Instagram)

Sun, 22 Jul 2012 22:31:48 +0800

Around the world in one mall (Taken with Instagram)