tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85146279322739571682024-03-06T00:49:04.897+08:00Toilet Thoughts of a toxic mindOTS: one thought shitUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger296125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514627932273957168.post-51148444664110329652013-09-09T17:11:00.002+08:002013-09-10T10:47:20.992+08:00Bye bye love
Saying good
bye for me is like smelling grass. You’d get that feel of going back home, of
reminiscing the past. You get that confirmation that a season has come to an
end, but at the same time, know that it’s never really final. The smell of
green moist grass will turn to a dry crisp one, but you know that the dry grass
will spring a new sheet again after dying. Some things come in full circle,Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514627932273957168.post-79420372416309568132013-07-03T07:30:00.000+08:002013-07-03T07:30:00.975+08:00Weirdness, changes and whatever updates
It has been so long I've actually forgotten my blogger password and even forgotten how to write (deleted a few lines and decided to just write as if I'm just chatting with you guys in a coffee shop, so pardon the lack of whatever-flow).
So I've been busy. What's new, right? I'm actually thankful there's whatsapp, wechat, viber and all those chat whatever platforms. I've missed out on all familyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514627932273957168.post-3256922281844346882012-11-27T22:00:00.000+08:002012-11-27T22:00:08.224+08:00Christmas Sabak
I know I know, I've promised to write about the past few "sabak" with the BMIM-er kada (naks), but schedule has been really crazy. So, for now, I'm re-posting this from JH Alms' blog.
BMIM has been running around the metro for months with their endeavor to touch and inspire less fortunate kids running around in the streets. From their main activity of providing shirts sponsored by Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514627932273957168.post-28308840725847685642012-10-26T10:44:00.003+08:002012-10-26T10:45:09.279+08:00Para kay Master Mater
Andami kong natutunan sayo.
Sa dami din ng gusto kong sabihin sayo, i-courier ko nalang, kindi kaya ng scan :D
Sabi mo nga, "There comes a point in your life when you realize who really matters, who never did, and who always will."
Happy birthday bespren!
Ikaw padin ang nag-iisang mater ng buhay ko lol.
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514627932273957168.post-51923508679183207072012-10-24T11:03:00.001+08:002012-10-24T11:25:17.055+08:00Thursday gimik: TUGTOGSILOG (JAM for a CAUSE)
(copied from madz)
Everyone is invited to be a part of this benefit concert for the Malaya Kids Ministries in Baseco Tondo. For a door fee of P100 PLUS any kind of canned goods, you can enjoy the night with alternative music from some of our local bands and also share your love with the kids this coming Christmas.Share a bread for the soul. Watch Tugtogsilog this coming ThursdayUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514627932273957168.post-54327771320249474822012-09-25T02:37:00.000+08:002012-09-25T02:37:43.069+08:00Para sa nag-iisang Bioman
Para sa nag-iisang Bioman (aka reyna ng tondo)
bata man,
upang tanggapin ka man,
o mga bioman,
bida sa barilan,
bang, bang,
at sa eroplano ay sumakay.
ako'y kawal ni Jesus.
Yes sir! Yes sir!
Happy Birthday Mutya! :P
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514627932273957168.post-7383257607308123802012-09-06T04:30:00.000+08:002012-09-07T11:27:28.668+08:00Have you ever #3
... screamed/ sang/ spoke in front of the electric fan just to hear your voice get all "chopped up" by the fan's blades. :)
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Thank's to pabs (FB page) for sharing. Just waiting for my 5am flight. Akala ko hindi nako toxic maling mali pala lol.
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514627932273957168.post-63720382813980113502012-08-31T08:00:00.000+08:002012-08-31T18:06:34.942+08:00Patalastas
Update lang po.
Halos naka autopost po ung mga entries ko ngayon sa blog. wala talgang oras.
Naka tatlo na pala akong BMIM wala pa ako naisusulat tungkol dito. haha pasensya na po. pramis meron nako post by next week.
Ung last na BMIM (ika-apat), gusto ko lang po pala ding magpasalamat sa mga nagdonate ng school supplies. Alam nyo na kung sino kayo. May mga sunod pang BMIM so ung mga gusto Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514627932273957168.post-34676294730222207422012-08-30T08:00:00.000+08:002012-08-30T08:44:13.552+08:00Giving up
‘What happened to you?’ Clyde’s frown said without any word uttered, but since we’ve been best buds since high school, I kinda knew the word each crease on his forehead would tell.
‘ Life happened to me,’ my crooked smile was silently trying to tell him.
Letting out a deep sigh he moved a step closer and pulled me into an embrace.
“It’s ok to give up, y’know,” he finally said out loud.
I’ve Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514627932273957168.post-88538112309988800262012-08-29T08:00:00.000+08:002012-08-29T08:00:00.397+08:00The Villain
And the villain said, “I’m tired of entertaining y’all super heroes. I’m done getting blamed for everything.”
“I’m going back to being a netizen, find your own punching bag.”
And the villain let out his signature evil laughter, “bwa ha ha ha ha.”
But this time, the villain meant every “ha.”
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Titan: This town isn't big enough for two Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514627932273957168.post-76441615536474437962012-08-22T09:00:00.000+08:002012-08-22T09:00:03.690+08:00OTS Stickies 06
Toilet Thought's One thought Sh*t stickies #6
MRT Sengkang Station, Singapore
(Oha! International na stickies!)
“Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you
can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people
there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same
as never leaving.” ― Terry
Pratchett, AUnknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514627932273957168.post-6804859562728860592012-08-20T09:00:00.000+08:002012-08-20T09:00:01.670+08:00OTS Stickies 05
Toilet Thought's One Thought Sh*T stickies #4
Cork board, somewhere in the Philippines
Thank you Madz for the sticky note! Indeed, the longest journey begins with a single step. One step at a time then you'll find yourself slowly reaching your goal, getting to your destination. One step at a time. :D
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Note: realized this is too similar to&Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514627932273957168.post-46965115921235573512012-08-16T08:00:00.000+08:002012-08-16T10:00:14.307+08:00A day in my life
Some of you have asked me what I do exactly. It's kinda hard to explain, but here's a quick clip of what transpires in my work. LOL
Note: I'm just glad my study doctors don't give me such a hard time. I'm more afraid of the study coordinators haha. But still work load during this month feels like (being submerged in) flood (when a dam gets opened). Thus... More stickies for next week! No Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514627932273957168.post-23658564053135747972012-08-15T09:00:00.000+08:002012-08-15T09:00:01.253+08:00OTS stickies 04
Toilet Thought's One Thought Sh*T stickies #4
The Enterprise Center, random toilet/ comfort room,
Ayala, Makati City
Note: realized this is too similar to www.thingsweforget.blogspot.com, in case I'm violating any copyright something something, pls feel free to email me at toxic.mind@yahoo.com. In any case, do visit their web page, they;ve got really nice stickies that anyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514627932273957168.post-70897321801528246192012-08-13T08:30:00.000+08:002012-08-13T08:30:00.610+08:00OTS Stickies 03
Toilet Thought's One Thought Sh*T stickies #03
Office Cubicle, somewhere in the world
Was feeling under the weather last week because of work, until someone shared this sticky note to me. Thank you! *Lightbulb!* Thus if any of you would want to share your own stickies, feel free to send it to me via email at toxic.mind@yahoo.com. Don't forget to mention the location of yourUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514627932273957168.post-24165675576139416302012-08-11T08:00:00.000+08:002012-08-11T08:00:04.620+08:00Let the Hugger Games Begin!
LOL. Just an addendum to the Hugger post. Can't remember if any of my friends have personal space/ touch issues.
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514627932273957168.post-717307854603772562012-08-09T18:36:00.000+08:002012-08-09T18:36:12.806+08:00OTS Stickies 02
Toilet Thought's One Thought Sh*T stickies #2
Cardinal Santos Medical Center
Random Corridor
Note: realized this is too similar to www.thingsweforget.blogspot.com, in case I'm violating any copyright something something, pls feel free to email me at toxic.mind@yahoo.com. In any case, do visit their web page, they;ve got really nice stickies that any of you might be able toUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514627932273957168.post-62255886024641252902012-08-06T08:00:00.000+08:002012-08-06T11:19:50.470+08:00Talking it out
(image from here)
There's a certain balance achieved with a particular distribution of silence (listening), talking (discussing) and movement (touching). Like a certain distribution of numerics to each compound or molecule to balance out a chemical equation.
Like when a friend silently and patiently listens to your woes, then gives an encouragement, or a scolding, or even a neutral Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514627932273957168.post-66864994743836105362012-08-05T11:31:00.002+08:002012-08-05T13:13:32.160+08:00OTS stickies 01
Toilet Thought's One Thought Sh*T stickies #1
Finally, the sun is up.
St. Paul's Hospital, SPICE building, Iloilo City
(corridor/ toilet)
Note: realized this is too similar to www.thingsweforget.blogspot.com, in case I'm violating any copyright something something, pls feel free to email me at toxic.mind@yahoo.com. In any case, do visit their web page, theyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514627932273957168.post-76289957244503454022012-06-21T22:36:00.004+08:002012-06-21T22:36:44.226+08:00Dark Side
Scribbling on my black book, writing a few lines, then a song played on the background matching what I was writing.
Then I stopped. And listened. Then...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514627932273957168.post-51510276868384876222012-06-17T09:34:00.001+08:002012-06-19T05:16:00.163+08:00Happy Father's day!
Mumble: "But there are plenty of reasons to dance."
Erik: "What's mine pa?"
Mumble: "The only way to find out, is to try it. Come on son. Let's shake this world!"
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That moment when your dad tells you not be shy in parties.
That moment when he kisses you in from of his friends.
That moment when he brings out all of your medals and awards to show his buddies.
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514627932273957168.post-1041848257388400952012-06-06T08:00:00.000+08:002012-06-06T08:00:02.098+08:00Our deepest fear
... from the movie, Akeelah and the bee.
Akeelah: [quoting Marianne Williamson] Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. And as we let our own light shine, Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514627932273957168.post-77683737400120825332012-06-04T08:00:00.000+08:002012-06-04T13:23:06.142+08:00Project July: teaser #1
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I haven't made any official announcement yet, but the outpour of blessings has been quite overwhelming already. Thanks sansu and kups for the donations. :D
Super thanks... :)
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This is for project july. I'll give out more details in the coming posts. Stay tuned!
keep 'em donations coming friends!
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514627932273957168.post-30127253770316319772012-05-30T18:39:00.002+08:002012-05-30T18:41:12.182+08:00Have you ever...
Walked/ stepped only inside a square tile...
or only on lines and avoided space
or only on a certain color of a tile
or maybe just on a specific shape.
I do this alot of times. And somehow it brings me joy.
image from here
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514627932273957168.post-31560884400345342042012-05-28T08:00:00.000+08:002012-05-28T08:00:01.996+08:00Summer Fling
Some find new love. Others get left behind.
It’s amazing how many things can happen. It’s amazing how so much can end.
Like how summer fades, and as how it is here in the tropic regions, the rain would wash away all summer trace.
Back in the days, it was called a shipboard romance. It only lasted as long as the ship was at sea.
But at least summers last longer. So long as the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2