SHOP MY CLOSET: Now Open!

My closet is now open. No, I didn't turn into a fashion blogger slash fashionista slash retailer of you favorite store. I am currently selling stuff from my closet, ala garage sale. LOL

You see, cold season is starting and instead of putting my summer clothes in a box and never again unboxing them next summer (that depends though, when I'm too lazy to do my laundry for like three weeks!),I've decided to just sell some of them to you guys. Well, the boyfriend and I are also planning for a Palawan getaway and we're a bit short on the funds. By buying my pre loved stuff, you can help me get the romantic vacation I've been planning to since like forever!

Everything is authentic and in its excellent condition. Most of them I'm selling 1/3 of its original price. I know I'm lugi but that's just how generous I am so you guys really gotta help me on this. ;)

Shop my closet here.

Shop my closet

Watch out for my online pre-loved shop soon. :)

If it itches, scratch it.

I have an itch, okay that sounds so wrong. But anyway...

So I'm sitting here, checking my Facebook updates, watching TV, and slowly trying to piece my 10 year plan together. I said "slowly", so realistically, I was piecing together my plan of the next 12 months. I have never been one to plan too far ahead. Something about the future that makes my tummy turn inside-out. I've always been a day-to-day kind of person and it works fine with me. It always has. Until recently...

These days, the day-to-day isn't cutting it. I want to know that I have enough to pay for rent, for Bree's school, and for mine next year. I want to know that To be able to save for Pinas plane tickets, I don't have to avoid certain luxuries like, I don't know, new clothes and shoes? Little things. It's always the little things. I want to be able to buy a new gadget and not worry about whether or not I should have used the money for something else instead.

So I'm itching. I'm itching for productivity, creativity, innovation, inspiration, and motivation. I'm itching for ideas and plans and opportunity. I need/want to immerse myself in the cogwheels of artistry. If that even makes sense.

So bring it. While the enthusiasm is still fresh. That is all.

Runaway

I’ve always heard so many people say “I want to run away and start over new somewhere where no one knows my name or anything about me”. And I always wondered why people would want that, because running away from your problems doesn’t solve them. They follow you no matter where you go. But what if you never came back? What if you went somewhere, started a new life, became a new person, and just let it all gently fade away? Would it work? Would it be worth the risk? There’s always the chance that whatever you run away from could follow you, but what if it doesn’t? What if you had the chance to run away from whatever’s hurting you and it wouldn’t follow you because frankly it doesn’t give a shit and you could just finally live again without worrying? If that were the case I’d run away now. When there’s no end in sight, make one. Right? If there’s no way to solve the problem then why stick around being pained by it? If you can’t find an escape, make your own.

Fuck

Bakit wala akong masulat? Bakit?!!

Blank Love

“Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.”
“Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”
“Yes. I want to ruin you.”
“Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too.”

— Ernest Hemingway (A Farewell to Arms)

Crabby Patty

"If I can't have it, neither can you."

Sadly, we, Filipinos have the tendency to be pros at crab mentality. We have a society to find it hard to be happy for our fellow Filipinos who found their way to Easy Street.

You can call that insecurity, or maybe you just don't like me. I don't really know. But hearing comments that are, more often than not, negative, is getting on my nerves. "Oh, she's a social climber." "Siguro kung anong trabaho lang ginagawa nya dun." "Buntis siguro kaya biglang alis." Dear villagers of the crabby land, why can't we just focus on the blue sky? I am having a great life right now. I'm working at a brokerage company. And I am definitely and seriously NOT pregnant. Well, I really could not blame the sour grapers. I'm currently earning twice the salary of a college graduate, buying anything I want, a US citizen, and have a boyfriend who I'm sure loves me no matter what (if you know what I mean).

We should un-learn harder this trait that is somehow embedded in our culture. Let us all give "I am happy for you" a more serious shot. So, go ahead, make amends to your former schoolmate who is now happy and living a life that some people have always wanted. Nevermind that she said hi to you in LB.

Love in this club

When I was in UPLB, going to IC's bar/Java Avenue was more like a routine for me. I eat dinner there, drink coffee and get drunk almost everyday. I was always present, every week, every parties.

I can distinctly remember a part of my life where I actually swore I will never be one of those money-spending, never-sleeping, bar/club frequenting people, but there I was, never a week without it. Thursdays and Fridays were a must, and Wednesdays if there was an actual party. I gotta be out. I gotta get dressed, drunk, and party my butt out to sheer exhaustion. I gotta see people, and people gotta see me.

Okay, that's a pretty obnoxious claim right there, buy hey! If there's one thing I go to the parties for, it's the social scene. But I don't mean the upper realms of showbiz strata. I don't actually go to clubs in Manila or anywhere too "expensive" for me. I want the general public. The UPLB crowd. The hype. The million besos and the hypernetwork of old friends, new friends, acquaintances, and strangers. I love it. I love LB people. I love LB. Shoot me!

But I think I was still new  to that whole spin, and I could sincerely say that I was only learning pillars of that culture. I have been advised, and surely to the best of intentions not to trust the people in the bars, or to atleast not be as nice as I am to everybody. You gotta choose who you're with, who you affiliate yourself to, which group you want to be in, shit like that.

The thing is, I have poor sense of judgment towards people. My Tita gives me a pretty good nagging with regards to this. I have learned the consequences of combining beer and misery. In this particular scenario, you can trust nobody, so don't even get into it. What I need to learn is the part where everybody's still sober, including you, but you still can't trust anyone.

I rarely think of bad people. It's not that I'm caught up in lala land. I was just raised to believe that you get what you give, and I sincerely think I treat people with respect and with tremendous amount of congeniality. So it's hard for me to swallow that people can be shady towards me, or that they can be talking behind my back, or lying to my face. Heck, it's even incomprehensible for me that nobody can dislike me with a valid purpose. I'm a naive little catholic school girl. Fine.

It wasn't really the case for me, the natural occurrence of paranoia because of growing number of friends and seeing the many strangers that only represent the prospect of more. But then things happened and it became an idea for me that haters are all around you and you may not even know it. Really, it's not like I was expecting to make lifetime friends of those people, nor was I expecting to find prince charmings (which FYI, I did. But that's a different story.) and long lost sisters, but the thing was, we could never really say. My optimism kept me on my toes.

Yeah, that whole crazy getting-drunk-everyweek life was just a phase. I was actually even sure that a phase is just what it is for me. The thing was, I wanted to make the most out of my stay there.While I only completely trust a handful of people in the crowded room, the thing that I learned is to just let go and give everybody a chance. Hate me, love me, I give you a good run and smile at you cause I trust myself anyway. Don't take it for being plastic, take it for being kind. I will show love till you give me a good reason to hate and eventually hit, that's what I say. Like I said, I gotta see people, and people gotta see me. Friends or strangers, fans or haters, you make my clubbing nights fun and worth coming back to every week.

Hey, I say it's a better perspective.

IC's bar

Java Avenue

Circa, Eastwood

Alabang Town Center

I am a soldier. :)

I think this is the most life-changing 3 weeks of my life. I am surprised that I am alive, mostly. See, I am now working. I found myself dealing with life for the first time as a citizen of the real world. No more allowance, no more restback cash, no more comfortable beds and people who will do my laundry.

Instead, I have rougher hands, puffy eyes, a job, bills, and a conscientious habit of making sure I pick up every penny that I drop.

It feels good, for the most part. And I honestly believe that my life can only get better. I am working 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, and I'm actually looking for another source of income because living alone makes my paycheck (rather not broadcast it to the world. LOL) look like shit. However, it is liberating and the prospect of tomorrow always makes me giddy with optimism.

I have had so much injury in the past that I wonder how I was able to take life's beating.

Still, I'm here, not perfect, but happy with a pint of ice cream, thoughts in my head, one boy in my heart, and 20 bucks to get me through.

Ever the optimist. But hey! I did tell you then that I'd end up okay, didn't I?

Faith

I went to church today. The mass went like the typical Sunday mass that I go to every week. The priest's homily still didn't get to me because I was actually day dreaming instead of listening. But today, when the priest told us to bow our heads and pray, as I closed my eyes, I only thought of praying for you.

Sana po mabawasan yung sakit at lungkot na alam kong nararamdaman nya na dulot ko at ng mga pagkakamali ko sa kanya. Tulungan nyo po kaming maging malakas sa lahat ng pagsubok na dadating sa amin. Alam ko po matigas ang ulo ko. Na kahit po ipakita nyo sa akin ngayon na dapat ko syang pakawalan ay hindi ko pa rin po gagawin. Pero this time po, kung yun po ang dapat, susundin ko po kayo. Kayo po ang higit na nakakaalam kung ako talaga ang para sa kanya. Mahal na mahal ko po sya. At gusto ko po syang maging masaya palagi.

Today, I broke to tears and told Tita that we've been fighting a lot lately. I told her that it's getting hard and I'm not sure I can do it anymore. She told me to just be strong and everything will be fine. She said that if we really are for each other, God will find a way. I'm starting to doubt that it will. But I hope she's right again this time.

Word.

I've been through hours of crying before, and I do not need this today. 

Hold it right there.

I have nothing else to say. Truth be told, I'm worn out. Unexpectedly, I'm back here. Back to writing the depressing details of my disproportional life.

I don't know how to start. The last months were always about us. Every step forward or backward was always made with you. Everyday, as boring as it sometimes gets, was almost never without you. Every plan I may have tomorrow was build around us. Everything was You and I, together. But now without you, I have no idea where to start.

It was my choice, I know that. It was my choice to leave.

But that doesn't take away my right to feel. Many have this kind of relationship. And it won't be without having to go through the pain of remembering or missing. It's hard to get rid of this physical pain I'm feeling, denying I'm a few inches away from going totally sick, and craving to get my mind off things I wasn't supposed to think about. And to a point, I admit, I'm feeling a little lost. Confused, even. And sort of jealous. I don't know what's wrong. I just feel like something really big is.

I have forgotten to be strong. Without you it's just very difficult. You are the only person who always pushes me with encouragements and praises. You are the only person who makes me happy. You always believe I can be great at anything. How can I be that without you?

I would never wanna let go of you. I would never wanna let go of the dreams I have memorized in my mind about the life I dreamt of having. I love you. Sometimes, for the reason that are not convincing. Sometimes, for reasons that are too ideal. I love you. I think you know the rest.

An extreme sign of narcissism.

Why do girls like taking a picture in front of the mirror? I mean at least once daily they stand in front of a mirror (usually in the bathroom), take their picture, put a weird pucker in their lips, squish their boobies, or hold up their hands like rockstars or somethin' like that. I think it's a sign of extreme narcissism. Maybe it is just a fad. I don't really know.

I also think that these girls that have like thousands of pictures of them posted in Facebook are narcissistic. The same poses, via a mirror or webcam, over and over again with a differently places hand here or there, a different pout, a different head tilt. Pages and pages of photos of them, looking "sexy" and sooo pretty". That is narcissistic. Taking photos of you and your friends, even if you take a whole bunch, is one thing. Night outs with friends are times which you want to remember and silly pictures are great memories. But sitting at a computer for hours taking 20+ webcam photos of yourself? Narcissistic.

So here I am in front of a mirror, doing a "kagat-labi" pose and being narcissistic. LOL

Missing you..

I feel like I'm just stuck in a phase where I realize that I'm alone it makes me miss you. I miss you and I don't have anyone to be with and then I just resort to missing you because being with you was the last time I felt really happy. I can make myself happy but I'm happier when you're with me. You were the last person to make me feel like I had someone else beside myself to live for, and so my thoughts just always travel back to you. I love you with all my heart.

Pag-ibig sa TV ♥

Ngayong nasa America na ako saka ko naman natripan manood ng TV. Syempre TFC para updated pa rin ako sa showbiz sa pinas. Nung una masayang masaya pa ako nanonood pero hindi nagtagal nakakasawa na.

Nasaan na ba yung mga de-kalidad na pelikula noon? Yung tipong naglalakad si Christopher De Leon sa beach tapos biglang makakasalubong nya si Vilma Santos sabay hihinto ang lahat sa paligid. Eh ngayon pag manonood ka ng TV ang makikita mo ay si Robin Padilla kapartner si Bea Alonzo. Hello? Si Piolo Pascual at KC Concepcion masahol pa ang paglalandian sa pirated na pelikula sa pirated na DVD player. Sa Primetime, mga Koreano at Korenang hindi mo naman maiintindihan kung hindi pa ittranslate ang mga pinapalabas. Diyos ko! Bakit ba penitensya na ang panonood ng love story ngayon?!

Sana bumalik yung mga panahong tinginan lang ng dalawang artistang naglalambingan ay sapat na para makalimutan ng manonood ang presyo ng gasolina. Ayoko, isinusuka ko, pinandidirihan ko, isinusumpa ko, ang panahon ngayon na kung saan mas masarap pang jumebs kaysa manood ng kissing scene.

Love from across the sea found on my laptop

... in the form of Skype.

I love you, Iko Arcenas.

Dedicated to everyone else on LDR. May true love conquer! ♥

What is happiness?

"It’s waking up in the middle of the night for no reason, shifting under the blankets and feeling the heat of the person next to you. You turn around and see them in their most peaceful, innocent, and vulnerable state. They breathe as though the weight of the world lays on anyone’s shoulder but their own. You smile, kiss their face in the most gentle manner so as not to wake them. You turn back around and an involuntary grin forms on your own face. You feel an arm wrap around your waist, and you know it doesn’t get any better than this…"

I love you. 
...and I miss you every. single. day.

Back in Jersey and still procrastinate.

I have 3 days until work starts. I still have to buy some work clothes and shoes, clean my room and find a near apartment. Why I'm writing about it instead of actually doing it is part of my procrastination process. I'd be surprised at myself if I actually got home and immediately got to work. Some people would call that responsibility, I call it dedication. :)

I'm expecting the next week to be completely bananas. Ugh. I am now a corporate slave.

So this is my farewell for now. I will be back on here as soon as I recover from Jersey Madness.

Looking forward to the delirium and the adventures that await me. Pinas, you will be missed. I will return to you in 12 months.

With that, I bid thee adieu. *curtsy*

Leaving on a jet plane

I'm sitting at the Taipei Airport right now. Boarding for my plane transfer isn't for 4 hours but I don't know how I'm going to wait through that much less than the next 14 hours. And the captain said we're going to have much turbulence over the ocean. Oh God! Shit. Well, if I happen to die an icy wet painful death, I love you all! ;) Also, you know your life is pathetic when you actually recognize a flight attendant. Loser status. 

Need Twitter or BBM buddies (just so I can save load.)

Apparently, people can't function properly these days without their fancy shmancy high-tech gadgets and the applications and social networks that come with such a device (probably why the purchase was made to begin with).

Therefore, to my dismay. I kneel before thee and succumb to modern day evils. I wave the white flag high up in the air and take back the harsh words of yesteryear.

I am not proud of it. Not too happy about it either. But until I am my own boss and I don't have to follow anybody's orders and I can do well without my Tita's monthly allowance, this is what the industry calls for. This is what my social life works with.

With that, I humbly say:

Follow my dumbass on Twitter and message me for my BBM pin. I can't guarantee entertainment but I assure you it will be interesting every now and then.

So there.

Date A Girl Who Reads

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

- Rosemary Urquico (who I cannot find anywhere on the internet)

Coral Reefs Twice the Size of Manila Destroyed

Picture courtesy of Inquirer.net

This news really makes me mad. I love the ocean so much and people should know that these are treasures. That we, Filipinos, have the responsibility of taking care of it, not destroy it.

I think that those guys who left the Cotobato reefs, not to mention poached pawikans, should rot in prison. It's ridiculous, really, that the heaviest punishment they could face is 6 years imprisonment and 20 thousand peso fine, when it would take more than 25 years to grown them back. The punishment should be commensurate to the crime!

Read more of the story here.

Jealousy is the ugliest trait.

I want this feeling to be gone. And if it won't go away then I want something to come of it. I want to just know what's going on in your head.

Just tell me straight up that you belong with me and not with anyone else. Tell me cause this feeling really sucks and I want it to go away. :(

Finding Nemo

Faith is building on what you know is here, so you can reach what you know is there.  

       – Cullen Hightower

An old friend introduced me to the concept of sharks and Nemos. A Nemo is supposedly a good guy, a good catch if you may. A good find at this day and age when all men are expected to stray. The sharks, well, are the assholes of the earth. The typical find. The ones most women would wish will drop dead in an instant. I think it doesn’t take much to see that we’re swimming in a shark-infested ocean. But it’d take one big thing before we get to the bottom and find the Nemos waiting for us. Faith.

Looking back, it wasn’t really love that got me in to and out of a lot of things. I can always say I have managed to redeem myself through sacrifice. I guess I’ve always been too masochistic, always ready to keep myself from writhing in pain. It wasn’t endurance that got me safely through. It was the belief that after pain, relief would follow.

The only time that got things cloudy was when I leaned towards being cynical, when I doubted everything --- people, myself, and God. As I always liked to reason out, and as I’ve read somewhere, you cannot tell someone who’s been lied to that not all people are like that. True. When things start falling out and getting out of hand, doubt sets in and things, no matter how you try taking hold of them, would automatically ruin themselves altogether.

I think it happens because we need faith to put things together for us. We need to believe in things no matter how impossible they seem. We need to be like little kids who believe Santa drops by every Christmas Eve. We need to see things in a doubtless light.

When I felt betrayed by one of my closest friends, someone told me I have to know how to rebuild my trust in my friends again. I believed that. Now I appreciate the circle I am in more than I did before.

When I loved and lost one of the most important people in my life, I have always been told I’d eventually get up and learn to forgive, start to forget, and survive. It was a long stretch, but I am where I should be, where I want to be. And so, even if I didn’t want to admit it, I believed that. And things just kept on getting better for me.

I regained my faith in most things. And it made me the strong person that I am now. I may appear unhappy and unsatisfied in some aspects of my life, but I am in the process of embracing faith, as I know it. There isn’t anything too big or too little, too easy or too hard. If this is faith, I am there.

Going back to Nemo, I believed he was one of them, just because he said so. And it made like lightning striking when he suddenly turned out to be one of them sharks. I have given up believing he was one of them. But faith made me see, that just because he wasn’t set out as what he had initially showed himself to be, it doesn’t mean he won't change again, for the better.

Someday, the real Nemo in him will, in calm waters, come swimming closer. No matter how shark he is and wants to be. No matter how many fake Nemos are trying to influence him. I just have to keep believing. I just have to embrace it all.

If this is faith, then, again, I have it.

You're a dummie!

Yes, I'm that type of person who would criticize misspelled words and wrong grammars in a suicide note. Deal with it!

Oh, kids!

COR: Clark, what's your favorite show?
CLARK: Penis and Perv!
COR: Yeah!!

Bloody Marathon

Out of sheer desperation to entertain myself, the inconceivable has happened. I downloaded a horror/thriller movie and watched it by myself. My movie of choice? Saw 1-4.

I can stand blood and gore. I watched Hostel, Chainsaw Massacres, Friday the 13th. Horror of the spiritual kind, however, I doubt I'll ever be able to stomach. The Ring, Exorcism, Blair Witch, Wishing Stairs, etc. Fuck, no! (I might watch it though if the boyfriends with me.)

As some would put it, "So, you're actually scared of the things most likely to not happen as opposed to the shit that have gone down in real life?".

Ironic.
I sailed through 4 movies of morbid, bloody, torture. A story of a serial killer, a sick minded psychopath out to teach humankind a lesson in cherishing life. Of course, half the time I was concentrating on something else so I was really only half-paying attention. 


But still, I finished them all.

Damon Salvatore

I wish I knew a guy as seductive, charming and even as arrogant as Damon Salvatore. He's just creepy enough to draw me in. Plus, I've always liked a little over-confidence.

GLITTERS AND HAPPINESS

 

I dig you, like so much!  ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Dougie!

Well, he sucks. But I think he looks very adorable with all the accent and dancing like a loser. LOL

“You didn’t love her. You just didn’t want to be alone. Or maybe, maybe she was just good for your ego. Or, or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life, but you didn’t love her. Because you don’t destroy people you love.”

                      - Grey’s Anatomy

Love

"The best is still ahead."

This kept me going.

When the world crashed down on me, I remained hopeful.

I never stopped believing. This heart never stopped loving.

And I am happy.

Because it led me to where I always wanted to be.

I am loved by the one I love.

The BEST has finally found me. 

Tsokolate

 

I've read a lot of glowing reviews and seen mouth-watering pictures of this famous Japanese chocolate. Good Lord, I can't wait to try this little piece of heaven. *sigh*

Consider me lucky though, 'cause Royce chocolates are now available at Rockwell. Well, that's what I heard. Might as well just go there and buy some. :)

Waaaahhhh!!

I WAAAAAANNNNNTTTTTTT!

Word.

Someone questioned, "Why do we need a lover when there are so many around to love us?" A wise man answered, "As air is everywhere but we still need a fan to feel it."

“Promise only what you can deliver. Then deliver more than you promise.”

"Why can't I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is most becoming?"

               -Sylvia Plath

Sigh

And as i go to sleep tonight, I think about how simple my life has become yet how complicated it remains. I think of you, and you, and you. Of you and I. Him and me. I think of her. I think of them. I think of that time way back when. I think of the happy and the scary and of the sad. I think of the days that had just passed. I imagine what lies ahead...

I'm exhausted yet I can't sleep. Day by day, I tell myself. I'll take it as it comes day by day by day.

Shoes are LOVE.

I used to not have a shoe fetish. And then I developed one. Then I got over it. After a while, it reappeared. Soon after it went away again. Now the fetish is back.

I have a feeling this will be a never-ending cycle. Much like how my room stays clean and then it isn't anymore and I don't even know how it happened.

I wish I could collect all the tears you made me cry...

so I could DROWN you in them.

Point me in the right direction.

You are your own worst critic. Learning how to control your emotions is key to survival. A sound mind and a good heart will take you places. Passion is a very powerful driving force.

Can I get an Amen?

Trophy Boyfie

Bebi, have I ever told you you're the handsomest guy I have ever met? Have I told you I look at you in the way I look at Orlando Bloom, Francisco Lachowski, and the Disney Prince Charmings? In awe? Have I told you that you look good whatever it is you're wearing? Have I ever told you that if there is such thing as a trophy boyfriend then I definitely have one?

Je t'aime, my lover boy. ♥

Always.

You, Roderico Arcenas. ♥

All mothers go to heaven.

You’ve been a great mother to me for 12 years. 12 years with approximately 13, 140 meals and God knows how many loads of laundry. 5am mornings, sleepless nights, dealing with tantrums, sacrificing your wants and needs, dealing with bad news. (Take note, may sakit ka pa nun ah.) You were a superwoman and I applaud you.

I love you, Mommy.
I know it wasn’t easy, but you’ve done so well. Happy mother’s day.

New.

Wow. I actually made a blog website. I have a Tumblr but I don't really consider it as blogs cause you only post pictures and stuff there and a lot of people are actually using it. Anyway, welcome to my blog, or should I say, Welcome to blogging, Cor. :)