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Aug 29, 2010
Sad Text Message Story
  • 10pm
  • Girl: babe, let's meet later. I miss you.
  • Boy: alright, I'll just finish this round of beer.
  • Girl: you're drinking again?
  • Boy: don't worry; I'll be there, okay?
  • Girl: okay, I'll be waiting.
  • hours passed, more of the boy's friends came and they enjoyed too much that he forgot about the time.The boy looked at his cellphone and saw four messages and 10 missed calls.
  • He shut his phone down to pretend his battery was drained.
  • 1am
  • The boy went home and saw his brother, panicking outside the house and looking for him.
  • Brother: someone called earlier! Your girlfriend's bag was snatched, but she followed the snatchers and they shot her!
  • Boy: don't mess with me man. Stop joking.
  • The boy opened his cellphone and looked at her messages.
  • 11: 00pm
  • Babe, where are you?
  • 11: 30pm
  • Babe, why is your phone off?
  • 11: 45pm
  • Babe, there are guys following me. I'm scared. Where are you? : '(
  • 12: 00am
  • Happy Anniversary Babe, I love you. I wanted to greet you personally, but I think I won't see you tonight. Good night babe, I hope you're not drunk when you get home.
  • (This was originally in Filipino, but I translated it for you guys.)
  • I felt sad, reading this.
  • Guys, you'll never know when you'll lose the people you love.
  • Show them everyday how much you love them because you'll never know when you can't, anymore.
Aug 27, 201024,856 notes
Filipinos;

mjoyy:

cheraustria:

derekriigor:

jessicaaquino:

You are the: 

apple of my eye, 

mango of my pie,

palaman of my tinapay,

keso of my monay,

teeth of my suklay,

fingers on my kamay,

blood in my atay,

bubbles of my laway,

sala of my bahay,

seeds of my palay,

clothes in my ukay- ukay,

calcium in my kalansay,

calamansi on my siomai,

inay of my tatay,

knot on my tie,

toyo on my kuchay,

vitamins in my gulay,

airplane of my Cathay,

stars of my sky,

hammer of my panday,

sand of my Boracay,

sultan of my Brunei,

highlands of my Tagaytay,

MOLE on my Ate Guy,

baba of my Ai-Ai,

voice of my Inday Garutay,

spinach of my Popeye,

sizzle when I fry,

wind when I paypay,

tungkod when I’m pilay,

feeling when I’m high,

shoulder when I cry,

wings when I fly,

prize when I vie,

cure to my “aray!”,

answer to my “why?”,

foundation of my tulay,

truth behind the lie,

the life after I die…

In short, you’re a true friend in my buhay.

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