Trillianes. A moron of all morons. I was more worried more about the management of the Manila Peninsula and how they’d recover from this PR disaster than his bullshit.
And now the government has imposed a curfew.
FUCK. THIS. SHIT.
It is a truly sad and unfortunate day when there’s only one other person in the world who fully understands how funny this is …
… and not spend the rest of your life with them.
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I know. I’m slapping myself as we speak.
*moves on*
You Are a Phoenix
Driven and ambitious, you tend to acquire material success easily.
You have grand schemes - both for your own life and for changing the whole world.
You are a great leader, and you have no problem taking the reigns.
However, you aren't all business. You also have great talents for performing and visual arts.
From Wikipedia:
A phoenix is a mythical bird with beautiful gold and red plumage. At the end of its life-cycle the phoenix builds itself a nest of cinnamon twigs that it then ignites; both nest and bird burn fiercely and are reduced to ashes, from which a new, young phoenix arises. The new phoenix is destined to live, usually, as long as the old one. In some stories, the new phoenix embalms the ashes of the old phoenix in an egg made of myrrh and deposits it in the Egyptian city of Heliopolis (the city of the sun in Greek). The bird was also said to regenerate when hurt or wounded by a foe, thus being almost immortal and invincible — a symbol of fire and divinity.
Your best friend: The Tuna Fish Sandwich Your mortal enemy: The Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich And something Christmas-y ...
You Are a Club Sandwich
You are have a big personality. It's hard for anyone to ignore you!
You dream big. You think big. And you eat big.
Some people consider you high maintenance, but you just know what you want... and when you want it.
You Are Eggnog
Rich, sweet, and probably a little drunk. Everyone who knows you tends to get a little fatter.
Dear James,
I have loved you since you were Paul Bettany’s bitch of a brother.
Dear Harry,
Someday, you, my Prince, will come. I promise.
Dear Christopher,
Don’t be scared. I don’t bite .. unless you want me to. Or if you’re into guys, I can accommodate that request, too.
Dear Rhys (guy in white suit),
Talk dirty to me. Like, Queens dirty.
Dear Eric,
I am a woman of loose morals. Call me.
Relationships don’t work they way they do on television and in the movies. Will they? Won’t they? And then they finally do, and they’re happy forever. Gimme a break. Nine out of ten of them end because they weren’t right for each other to begin with, and half of the ones who get married get divorced anyway, and I’m telling you right now, through all this stuff I have not become a cynic. I haven’t. Yes, I do happen to believe that love is mainly about pushing chocolate covered candies and, y’know, in some cultures, a chicken. You can call me a sucker, I don’t care, because I do believe in it. Bottom line: it’s couples who are truly right for each other wade through the same crap as everybody else, but the big difference is they don’t let it take them down. One of those two people will stand up and fight for that relationship every time. If it’s right, and they’re real lucky, one of them will say something.
-Scrubs
It’s high time that Isabella starts understanding the realities of life. It can’t all be cupcakes and rainbows, kid. Sometimes, just for kicks, God throws in an asshole and a douchebag in the mix.
YOU REALLY DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE MISSING
You really don’t know what you’re missing.
Life goes once around the sun.
Children grow too old for kissing.
Done can never be undone.
Years return as memories,
Rich or poor, as you invest.
How much value you accrue
Depends upon your interest.
There are joys, and there are pleasures:
Do not these two things confuse.
One yields charms; the other, treasures
It would tear the heart to lose.
So turn to what in life must matter:
Love, and all that loving brings.
Your children need their only father;
You need them, as words need things.
WE’LL GO ON AFTER YOU
We’ll go on, after you,
Without you we’ll go on,
Though something beautiful inside
Us all has turned to stone.
We’ll go on, after you,
Without you through the years
Of pain and raw bewilderment
And brutal, angry tears.
We’ll go on, after you,
Without you we will heal,
Though love may labor in the heart
And joy the loss conceal.
We’ll go on, after you,
Without you we will grow
Together as a family
That you will never know.
We’ll go on, after you,
Without you life goes on,
But neither hope nor happiness
Undoes what you have done.
