a Dota player and a LOL player walked into a bar

"give me heal"

"how much"

"all"

buys 18 tangoes "here bro"

"thanks andrey"

"np"

"may i mid"

"NO NO NO GTFO U HAV REGEN U CAN LVL ANYWHERE"

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Because I miss the old Dota days. Like when MYM was Danish and 820 made carries out of roaming DK's and Storm was a freakin' panda.

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Also when LGD's 830 or benz or chuan and EHOME's 357 and DTS/M5's Dread AND VI-FUCKING-GOSS would play Lina and own all day.

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Also when 'Zhou' and 'LightofHeaven' were names that made you quake in your boots.

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A Dota player and a LOL player walked into a bar.

The Dota player said "LOL sucks."

The other could not deny.


it's a long way till december


And I really really really miss you already. I was crying this morning and I couldn't call you anymore just like I do every time I do that 'ngawa' thing so I went to your mom and cried to her instead.


Happy Birthday Lawers! :)



Happy Birthday to the first person who sent me a friend request on FB. :) Your request is still ignored three years after you sent it, (since my account is strictly for LG and I never accept any other friend requests haha) but even though we’re not friends on Facebook you know that we will always be friends in real life.

Thank you for almost six years of laughs and drama that made a great friendship. 

Looking forward to the next fifty years because I know it will only get better from here. :)

FABULOUS. :)



... basically how Game of Thrones ends. :)

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And because I still have a lot of fabulous Thranduil feels







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Ugh Lee Pace I do not care if you're gay or what, you're so fabulous.


Desolation of Ovaries!
(all images from tumblr.)



And the first thing I thought of when I woke up this morning was

"Gahd. Did I really sing Yes Yes Show with Mark last night."

disKRIPtive. :)

Vim Nadera: How is it being his son?
Alaric Yuson: I'm not really sure how to answer this...

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Congrads! 
Kripotkin by Alfred A. Yuson
The Philippine Star, April 05 2010

...Then I finally spotted the guy with the inverted South Africa cap that he’s worn even in his sleep for the last three years, or since I performed rap poetry in Jo-burg and Durban and came home with it. It’s to keep his voluminous hair in place, even when it’s tied up in a ponytail. I knew better than to tell him of my hope that he’d leave the cap on his seat when he climbed onstage for the diploma hand-off from beloved Fr. Ben.

That would be a moment of great import, a breakthrough. It would be the first college diploma to adorn a wall at home, since his old man never got one, and an older bro of his turned out to be another feckless artist who had also sought diploma-tic immunity.

I took his picture as the clear-out alarm sounded: Alaric Riam M. Yuson by the sign that read Bachelor of Arts, Major in Philosophy: Pre-Divinity Track. Oops, we were one sign off, but it made for a funnier pic.

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This is the guy who wrote a book I'm currently reading. For some reason I just found the way he wrote about his son really endearing. :)


Bastusan kung bastusan.

Tandaan mo lang balang araw pagsisisihan mo yung mga sinabi mo. At kahit tea bags nalang ang tirahin mo hindi mo na mababawi lahat ng ginawa mo.