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damn right, he is.
Tyrion Lannister is the shiz.
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A collage of (some of) my hosting gigs.
I am so gonna miss this when the busy schedule of senior year overwhelms me.
Aww.
Sana may chance parin~ mwehehehe.
at dahil di ko alam mag-ayos ng pics, Junix helped me out. high-five, bruddah!
Can I live here, please?
O.O
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ohh. you can actually do that?
so I just click on that and people with actual names suddenly get transformed into Anons?
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Ohh. oh my. how magical. I did not know that.
So lemme just…
there!
what she was reading on the computer.
She tells him, “Hunger Games”.
Then my dad asks:
“Did he write it?
“Did Geordane write it?”
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I overheard it while I was reading in my room. I almost died from flattery and happiness.
Admittedly, my copies of all the Hunger Games books are e-books, so my sister was reading them from the computer.
My dad knows I write, that I have been writing since I turned thirteen, so I can understand his assumption that the text on the computer screen could have been written by me.
Also, he’s oblivious to the recent popularity of Suzanne Collins’ trilogy.
Phew.
I knew you believed in my talent, Dad. But really, that’s too much. Durr hurr.
“Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is a proof that humans are capable of magic.”
—Carl Sagan
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“I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you how to love somebody. They don’t teach you how to be famous. They don’t teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don’t teach you how to walk away from someone you don’t love any longer. They don’t teach you how to know what’s going on in someone else’s mind. They don’t teach you what to say to someone who’s dying. They don’t teach you anything worth knowing.” — Neil Gaiman (via bleeding-blue)
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It’s already been five months since I’ve shed off my eyeglasses and started using contact lenses, but from time to time, I still catch myself unconsciously pushing nonexistent glasses up my nose. Or even twitching my nose—a habit I’d formed back in my bespectacled days.