2013: What is left for me to say?

I was about to compose a year-end post like most of my online friends did until it suddenly hit me-- compared to theirs, my life is tad too boring for this kind of thing.

However, I am darn jelly and it's been a must for me to assess what happened to the year that was. What's left for me to write?

A bad breakup, maybe? Nah-uh. In fact, you should congratulate me for being the contrary! For the first time in years, I finally got myself a freaking boyfriend! 15th January, my birthday, I finally said yes to my then bestfriend. It was surreal, really, for I am the type of girl who's most unlikely to be in a relationship for being one of the boys but then again, I stand corrected. There is time for everything and currently, we are on our way to celebrating our first year anniversary. I am beyond happy being in this relationship, indeed! Shout out to the awesome-st boyfriend there is; I love you to the moon and back! (Back story, read)

An out of town trip with friends? Again, no way. Setting aside the fact that I got myself into several feuds this year (mehehehe), I was able to bond and grew closer(-er!) with my awesome girls. We are now on our third year in college and still unstoppable! Albeit, let us not forget the ruined bonds (RIP) and the new ones that were formed. Yay for new friends and nay for frenemies! Hiyeeeaaahhh! Feel the sarcasm on the last part.

Oh, oh! An award? Still, no. I wasn't able to bring any bacon home this year but I entered this thingy where I was asked to deliver an impromptu speech. Just, hahahahahaha, let's not talk about it. Speaking of award, I think this counts. Last semester, we had a terror prof. How should I start describing him? He is a dictator-- Hitler's reincarnation, probably. He is scary, intimidating, what else? He is lovable... sweet, smart, thoughtful, and funny. Despite all the difficulties he showered upon us, I am proud to say that I was once the highest in his exams and I was top 3 on his Midterm grade ranking! Ha! And not only that, my clique got close to him and yadda yadda, he wasn't that bad of a man, he's an inspiration. 

Ok, I give up. No, don't Last year was tough and I never gave up. I toughened up and showed the world who's the boss. 2013 will say bye in just a few hours and let me share with you the most important thing it taught me; Always be confident and believe in yourself. Don't be an ersatz for it won't lead you anywhere. Be yourself and you will see everything fall into place. Cheers to year that was! Happy New Year and let's all be productive in 2014! xx

PS: Woah there! Looks like my life's not that boring at all!

PPS: ¡Feliz Año Nuevo! Hablo Español. ¡Ja! ¡Ja! ¡Ja!
PPPS: This is one corny post.
PPPPS: This acronym (minus the S) reminds me of PNoy's Pantawid Pamilya Program HAHAHAHHAHA Random

Merry Christmas!

Is it wrong to feel sad on Christmas day? To be envious of everyone who get to have this Christmas eve feast with their families? To feel like you're all alone even if you're not?

All I Want For Christmas Are... (An Alphabetical Wishlist)

Air Jordan 4 Vivid
Backpack; Either Nike or Jansport will do.
Crunchy Cookie Butter, Trader Joe's Speculoos
David Levithan books
Earrings, lots of them! My inner kikay wants them!
Ferrari, kidding... aside.
G-shock. But I guess they're too humongous for my minute arm, might as well go with Baby G.
Hugs and kisses from the boyfriend ♥
iPad and Instax
Journal, just because I think I need to write again. And for keepsake purposes.
Keds. Lately, I found myself ogling on kicks.
Laptop! Preferably, Windows 8 and revolutionary. The one that works with touch and is detachable.
Moolah!!! Okay, MAC makeups will do.
Necklace with my name on it. Oh, I've been dying to have on since then.
Opportunities.
Pug. Yes, a dog. My boyfriend and I are willing to adopt. Oh and, PS4 and the LG Photo pocket.
Quezon's Yema Cake!
Roadtrip with an indefinite place to go.
Shopping Spree!
Taylor Swift concert tickets and a Team Kramer Meet and Greet sesh!
Umbrella. The one I'm using needs to retire already.
Vans, the atwood ones! Told ya, been loving kicks lately.
(To) Wander. I want escapades, I want to go out.
Xtended Vacation, mehehe.
YOU!
Zzzzz... Some sleep and an ample amount of slumber til the sem ends. Is it too much to ask?

Wonderwoman's Word Vomit

At least you never have to deal with this kind of treatment, never have to be poor again, never have to stick with these certain kind of people, never have to worry about your tuition fee, never have to feel like you're not secured in your own home, never have to hate your parents for not being able to get by, never feel pressured... I'm not saying that my woes are worse than yours but you are luckier.

Hello, Holidays!

For everybody's information, school started a few weeks ago which means I have no other choice but to go on hiatus again. Yep, school has taken most of my time and even if it didn't, I still won't be updating this blog 'cause I still have this immense writer's block going on. Trololol. Anyhoo, here's what I've been up to for the past month! All thanks to my trusty phone, I now have something to show the world!

Had my tresses done! It's a ritual before classes start 'cause apparently, my hair is the most recalcitrant thing that existed on Earth. Kidding aside, it's too high-maintenance for my life that it needed treatment semiannually.

Obligatory selfie after having something done. Had my hair bobbed and colored! First time after 93749230234834 years!

And another selfie.

Not the most aesthetic-looking carbonara but the tastiest! Tried cooking something before classes start. There you go, my meal!

After - school date with my boyfriend on our first day back from sembreak!

First Saturday class after three semesters! #OOTD

Another photo taken that day! Group OOTD with ate Krish, Chame, Chella, Jans, Jhonna, Katya, and Krissy!

Bacon for breakfast.

My sister and I being the goofballs that we are! Dad doesn't look like he's enjoying it.

Everyone's so inlove with this tree for being so romantic. The Christmas and Valentine's Day Grinch in me says no.

This was my sister's wallet-- and now mine!

Mr. Pogi! Mmmmmwwwwaaaahhhh!

PDA photo. Sorry not sorry.

My class' birthday surprise for Amb. Almendrala!

One Saturday class with my bestfriends! 

Photo from Chella dela Cruz

Yours truly taking advantage of my sickly look.

Another OOTD! This time, with my school uniform.

First meeting with Mr. Endriga, the most generous prof who walked on this planet! He gave us a hundred bucks each!

That ditch class kinda day.

Photo from Chella dela Cruz

One fine church day. The transformation of the church I grew up with, though.

Summer vibe OOTD!

Ending this post with an edited photo of my fabulous boyfriend! Mehehehe. Isn't he lovely? He is, I know, I'm lucky. xx

Of Phobias and Death

Nothing scares me like public speaking does. Just the thought of it makes me fidget! The nervous wreck in me wants to whack myself and slit my throat just so I could avoid the instance for the rest of my life. I was that scared with it, okay! I can't do anything about it. Whew. "Face your fears" they said, but what if you faced it a million times already and failed twice as much as the number you tried to conquer your fear?

Freshman year, highschool. My English teacher chose me in a heartbeat for she thought I could write well. Well, I could write well (or so I think, considering the number of times that I overused the word "well") but I can't deliver my words into its proper vocal output. To cut the long story short, I was asked to join an extemporaneous contest for the first time and then of course, lose to my experienced opponents. The same thing happened during my second year in college aaaaaannnndddd I'd rather not talk about it. The embarrassment is too much and talking about it makes me cringe. Sigh. Did I mention that I'm currently enrolled in a public speaking class? It may be too unlikely for me but I can't do anything about it because the curriculum lord has spoken. Acccckkk. I probably died my thousandth death today since this has been bothering me since yesterday. Rest in peace, my glossophobic self.

I don't even know why I'm doing this, I should be writing a self-introduction speech for Friday. *facepalm*

Here's to Our Friendship Gone Endship

Remember when we weren't outbitching each other through Facebook statuses? When we were just happy, not thinking about any competition? Oh, how about that time when neither of us would backstab each other? Uh huh, but do you remember when we're still friends?

Somewhere along the way, something went wrong. The back of my mind is telling me that you were to blame but then again, we have our faults too. It was both our fault. We drifted and no one is to blame. It was our decision, and it was your decision to be someone we never thought you were. It's pretty crazy really, how we went from almost sisters to annoying blisters. Tsk. Gosh, y'all have no idea how I want to slit your throat. Haha, kidding but half-meant.

I've been missing you all, though. All those crazy chikahan moments, our not-so-out-of-town trips, our bonding moments, everything! Nostalgia kicks in everytime I think of it. While I'm pretty sure that we won't go back to what we were anytime now, let's just use this pace to move on and seek inner peace and maybe, in time, get back to being the closest of friends. The friendship was awesome and I sure want to have it back.

"Do You Know Pain?"

Pain has been my loyal company for years. It never left my side even when I was immensely miserable. Oh wait, it was why I was immensely miserable. It was always there and I guess it loved me very much. It clung to me indeed, but I could say that my relationship with it was an enlightenment.

I felt pain when I was left hanging-- hanging on a belief that he likes me back, and when he left me hanging alone on that queue when we were supposed to ride the Ferris wheel together. It was rubbing into my face what rejection meant; what I-will-never-like-you would look like if it had a face and a hand that's bound to slap you. It was when I ran away crying my heart out, having the worst birthday ever.

I saw pain when I saw him look at her the same way he looked at me. It was seeing them do all the lovey-dovey things we used to do together. It was when I died inside right then and there, wishing I was her instead.

I heard pain when she told me what happened to him; that he had the worst Valentine's day because he was left by the girl he chose over me. It was crying until school the next day for feeling his pain. It's crying because I never would've done that to him if he chose me instead. It was hearing my heart shatter-- feeling all the pain for him, feeling everything I shouldn't feel.

I smelled pain when I knew he would ignore me and I was right. It was when I just wanted him to notice me and he didn't, like we are complete strangers with memories. It was like welcoming death by ignoring warnings.

I had a taste of pain when all my reminiscences turned out to be bitter. It was when I thought that everything was sweet until it finally hit me that I just made myself believe in all those actions which were actually unrealistic. It was fooling my mind, believing my own lies, neglecting myself.

I knew pain when I've gotten over everything. It was when I never had to feel, hear, nor even taste or smell pain ever again. It was when I finally found love; when I cry not because some guy meddled with my feelings, but because someone values my worth. It was kissing and all of a sudden, fireworks would lit up the sky like he paid for them to make my moment spontaneous. It was not just the Ferrero bouquet or the material things he gave me, it was the sincerity. It was risking the fall and knowing it was worth every heartbeat, and finding hope when there is none. It is every I love you, and you are going to be the last girl I'll ever love. It was bidding pain goodbye and saying hello to relief.

Upgrade

Two days ago, mom got me a new phone because apparently, my old one started being sucky and she thought applying me for a postpaid plan would be much convenient since I don't answer her texts 'cause I'm broke as fck and I can't even afford to buy myself load.

...And I'm currently blogging via an Android app. Hello! And its screenshot's right (left) there. You're welcome! It's Blogaway, by the way.

Social Media Sucks

I hate that kind of relationship wherein one is holding on and fighting for it while the other half is not exerting any effort to keep it going. I don't know what makes me hate it though... is it because the other one's too stupid to realize that that is pointless or is it because the other one's too dumb to realize that s/he has a loyal mate up there? Either way, I never had the chance to experience that 'cause I've never been into any relationship (except this) so I have no right to drop any advice. Heh. Who knows? I might or might not experience that but hopefully I won't 'cause no one likes to be in such kind of situation. BUT LADIES, know when to give up. Some guy made me feel unworthy before and giving up my feelings for him was the best decision I made in my entire eighteen years of existence. It was really difficult at first for I thought he was the best guy I could ever have but heck, Prince Charming came and proved me wrong. Now I am at my happiest state and I am more than sure that this will go on forever. Heeee, cheeseballs.

Anyway, don't mind me. I just wrote this because some of my friends had gone emo on their tweets and FB statuses and yes, the chismosa in me was bothered.

I, Vomiting Words

Have you ever been so immensely frustrated?

...

Well, I did. Or I do. I can't write and I don't know why is that. It has been the source of my (super slight) depression lately for I can't seem to weave words the way I used to-- like I finally rusted or something, and that I consider a nightmare. What's worse is that it's been going on for months and I can't find a remedy to my predicament. I don't know, it looks to me like this: I. Am. Doomed.

Or not. Whatever. The past semester in school required a lot of researching, analyzing, and of course, writing. Most of the time, I'd get grades not higher than 90... okay, 88, and it undoubtedly made me doubt if I could actually write or not... and I'm starting to think not because all signs point to NO. Argh. Considering that I'm "the writer", the one with the most experience, the one who writes well... where did I lose it? My driving force when it comes to writing? I haven't even typed an awesome sentence in this one hell of a post about how-I-can't-write-anymore! This is driving me insane, sad, worried, and every little thing that won't suffice to this whole starting-to-suck dilemma. I'm starting to believe that I'm losing it and I'm nowhere near reclaiming it. I... I guess I failed.

I am staying positive though. Note to self: One day, you will write better than you did, better than anybody else did. One day. Now all I need is something to keep me going and eventually, to lead me back on track. I just hope I find it soon or I might consider slitting my throat if this goes on. Kidding! Alongside, I am hopeful that this blog will be back in its tiptop shape. Soon. And hopeful!

No Complains

September is on its verge, as well as this school year's first semester! Do I hear a "Huzzaaaah!"?

The past few weeks had been hellish. There was even a time that I went out for 13 straight days to do school-related stuff! And did I mention that it required late dismissals too? It did. We had practices and shootings for our Spanish class, shopping and booth fixing for Phil Lit's exhibit, ballet theater for Humanities, and blah blah blah. I can't even squeeze my mind for extra infos to put in here! Bet I'm too soupy and in dire need of rest.

The bottomline is I am happy. New bonds are made and old ones were strengthened. I got to experience new things and explore new places. I have known my abilities, capacities, and a whole lot of other discoveries about myself. Despite being enervated, I am in no place to complain for these are all for the books and this means I'm alive.

Ralph and I even got to celebrate our first anniversary as MUs. I know! My estimated two weeks of romance punched me in the face. 5ever!!!

And I am keeping this short, ending it here now, really. Just one more week and it's sembreak, yeayyy! And I'm off to review and do projects.

But wait! Photodump in 3... 2... 1...

Photo courtesy: Michelle dela Cruz, Charmaine Cayaban, Dhanica Rose Estoque

Eleven Months of La La La Love

I know I never blogged about how this started so you probably don't know that we try to remember every 15s, 24s, and 31s in each month because those dates are milestones in this relationship; 15 is for the day it became official, 24 is for when we first admitted our feelings, and 31 is for that fake monthsary we had back when we were "just two consenting adults having fun", lol.

Ok, that's too much, let's move on. We went on a Saturdate 'cause le boyf has project commitments and I was (supposedly) going to review for HPT class. We obliged of course, but we don't know what to do after. Apparently, the weather's too good to be put to waste so we spent time at our secret, special place (AKA Narnia) doing the usual *cough cough* cuddling and stuff *cough* . After which, we headed to SM to eat! We tried Kebabers out of curiosity and swear, I've been raving to come back since the time we left! Food was really good and I can't wait to have another round of meal soon. Then we strolled until our feet hurt and time passed. I sure want to take him with me and probably spend the night but we can't cause we have no personal place yet. Teehee. In its most innocent sense, if I may add. But this day is just too special that I had to blog it. Ehhhh! *faints* All the hugging and kissing and laughing was good but nothing beats feeling the sincerity encrypted in his every action. Swear, I'll forever be grateful for this man. Forever. Cheers to our eleventh month!

Inevitability

Today is a re-enactment of last year's Habagat dilemma.

...Except, things have changed; Malabon is less floodier, power interruptions are nowhere insight, I am at gramma's, and that bestfriend who drove me crazy with his subliminal "I miss yous" is now my boyfriend. Look at what happened in a year! Things progressed and I have no idea how it did in that span of time. I didn't know that looking back at that will make me feel like everything was so surreal and impossible to happen, ever. But it was. It really was. I guess I owe God big time for every blessing He showered upon yours truly.

Just Another Word Vomit

I wonder why most of my aging relatives started leaving their old lives to migrate and find another career. I don't have any problems with regards to that but the fact that they're 50 something and they should be retiring bothers me. What bothers me as well is that my older cousins are settling down and having children, which makes me cringe 'cause I'm just a few years away from their age! Yikes!

I am currently squeezing this is in despite all the things that I'm required to do. Midterms is fast-approaching and I think I haven't learned much yet. Okay, we have paperworks but it tends to "zombify" me. And I hate that, really. Ah, what the heck. 

Yet Another Post About Ralph

Thank you, love.

For being on my side despite this BS I just got myself into, for teaching me the art of civil war & tactics I would've never known, for disliking her for me, and for kissing me everytime I'm bothered so as to keep me afloat. Thank you, thank you. You don't know how much I appreciate your presence; that I'd rather you'll stick with me 24/7. Heh. If only we can. You. Are. My. Strength. I love you.

De-stressing

Oh. My. Gosh. I can't actually believe that I only posted once last month! Not that it's new or something, I just noticed that it's becoming a habit-- a reeeaaalllyyyy bad habit. You can't blame me though! School and paperworks have been eating a lot of my time plus, I've been Candy Crush-ing! I've been leveling up and I can't stop. Ahhhh!

Anyway, it's July!!! I'll be meeting deadlines soon and as much as I love to stay here and talk, I can't. Hello! Summaries, reviews, and critiques, all in 2 weeks! Now I have to read so I could put something in that, teehee. Talk to y'all when I ain't busy no more!

P.S. It's prelims week and I'm almost dying.

P.P.S. They all died and I'm taking it easy. Kidding!

Busy Baby Jowi

Hi, this is blogging in between schoolwork and cringing eventually after realizing that I lost a little time which is intended for them. Ack! Anyhoo, no regrets... just blog. LOL.

So I've been stuffed-- no, bombarded, with shitloads of stuff to do for school these past two weeks. There were readings, reports, chapters to memorize, clippings, and blah blah blah. I can feel the junior-ness creep through my veins! No more petiks and SM tours unless we need cheaper resources for our photocopies. T'last! No more books to buy; just money for all those things. It's quite a hassle though but at least, no more heavy stuff to carry around especially when you're that kind of student who commutes everyday. Agree? You should!

I call this "paperwork weekend" since I have 3 to accomplish. One is this reporting about how Philippines' economy was and the other two, the dynamics of Politics & Geography and Economics & Geography. Huh? Yeah, that was my initial reaction as well. I don't know how I'll start with that but I have to get going to have something done. Bye, loves!

May Day

Unlike the previous years, our university have decided to go with the trend and open the school year a tad earlier than then. Well yes, I do think it sucks 'cause 1.) we had our vacation later than everyone else and, 2.) I am not physically, mentally, socially, emotionally, and even sexually --kidding!!!-- ready. I'm not sure if it's because my majors are making me cringe or just because I'm still enjoying the bum life but whatever it is, I still don't wanna go back to waking up at 5, commuting back and forth, studying, memorizing, and blah blah blah. So I guess it's really because I'm still too darn indolent to go to school. Psh.

As for being indolent, I'll have you know that I've been reviewing Spanish lessons just because. Heh. Be proud, babies. Yes, be proud.

P.S. And I updated my playlist too, ha! Take that.

RelationSHIT?

Everybody has that friend whose Facebook relationship status went from single to in a relationship, to single again when they're in the middle of a lover's quarrel, and the moment they're good they'd revert to in a relationship. After which, the cycle would repeat... to the extent that you'd lose sympathy for them. Hah.

Entering a relationship taught me that misunderstandings aren't really avoidable. Opinions would clash and unlikely things would happen but at the end of the day, mistakes will be forgiven and you'll learn what and what not to do. Now, is it really necessary to "break-up" or change statuses while being involved in LQs? Ah, I beg to disagree. That is because 1.) it's like you're involving everyone else in a "thing" that's supposed to be between two people ONLY, and 2.) because, no one actually cares. To tell you frankly, not all of the people who asks you "why?" aren't really concerned. They're just obnoxious people who wants gossip. Trust me, I can be one of those so I know how it works. The best advice I could probably give you is to keep your quarreling posts to yourselves. Can you? Pretty please? It annoys netizens who came to the internet to not witness your drama.

R and I fight, too. Lucky me though, because breaking up is never an option for us and when we almost do, we'll start saying sorry to each other while claiming the blame. Yes, we swallow our prides. We don't do "press releases"; which means we don't printscreen and post (supposed to be) private messages on each other's walls. I just tweet subtly which drives him crazy! LOL. We respect each other. We never gave up on this and we'll never do. Don't ask why, we all know why. I've got an awesome relationship right here and yes, it's something to brag about. Envy yet? You should be.

On, off, on, off goes your relationship. Better break-up, then?

No Somersault This Summer, Salts

Just... woah. It's freakin' May first! The last time I checked, it's March and we were just about to taste enjoyment that is not school. Now, I woke up and figured that a month (and a few days) had gone since! Where did all the time go?

My summer's a waste! Jobless + bum life + no gala. Yep, that's basically it and I can't do anything about it. Sucks I know, but looking on the brighter side, at least I'm stress-free and I've got no school stuff to worry about which -- speaking of -- has been making me cranky for quite some time now. Freeing myself from those is the greatest thing that happened during the past few months.  Nyaaaaaayyyyyy! ('Cause I'm torn whether if it's a yay or nay, hehez.)

I, too, have summer plans for myself but it looks like they'll remain as they are-- plans, which I have no idea when I'll be able to fulfill. Although, I'm still crossing my fingers that one of these days, someone would treat me to an EK escapade, a trip to anywhere around the globe, a beach party, or even to mall-hop stop. I'm not picky! You should know that when it comes to going out, I always try my best to be present.

Currently, I am dying to tell my boyf about all the stuff I wanna do but I'm sure nothing would happen 'cause we're both penniless. Sigh.

Fck PMS, right?

What has gotten into my system and I don't feel like myself tonight? I'd rather shut up than talk to anyone-- including the boyfriend thus, resulting to a fight wherein I can't feel even a single bit of guilt. Just, what the actual f is wrong with me? See, I just blogged! Hey?!

This too shall pass. Here we go again with that hipster quote! Argh, whatever. I'm just probably PMS-ing and I don't know how to handle it. This sucks!

Merriam's 18th Birthday Photodump!

A few weeks ago, we attended our friend Merriam's legal party celebration! The theme was vintage and of course, we were expected to arrive in such outfits. The party went as expected too-- it was vintage all over! Her dance number, the setting, the prods, her cake, her outfit, her hair, everything! It was super nice and I wish I had a debut party too! Nevertheless, I enjoyed it and I'm sure everyone else did too. It was a night to remember most especially for the debutante. Belated happy birthday, Yam! I love you, girl! You're one awesome friend and I hope we'll stay the same through the years. ♥

Photos from the photo booth (c) Merriam, party photos (c) Jevie, in room photos (c) Vicky

My only photo with the lovely debutante! Ewww, I look trashy.

Obligatory portrait photo to end this post! xx

The 'R' in Perfection

Love, you are perfect.

You are smart-- you know things I don't and you taught me things I should know. You know how to bear with me and how to make me love you more, and the most important thing is, you have shown me what perfection is all about; you in totality.

You are dreamy. You make girls jealous of me with the things you do. You are nice and respectful, not just to me but to everybody else. You are the guy that every girl wanted. You are limited edition, a collector's item, a one-of-a-kind thing we'd totally die for. You are mine, my prized possession.

You are heavenly. You are just the right amount of cute, hot, and handsome combined. Whatever they say, you'll always be my hotshot handsome cutie-patootie and I have you aaaaaaaalllllll for myself. *wink*

My love, you are beyond everything you thought you are. Ask yourself, would I love you if you weren't that great? You know that I settle for nothing but the best. Now stand  up, dust it off, and remember that you are one great person and I love everything about you-- the good and the bad side, all your assets and faults, and what does and doesn't matter. I love you!

I know, enviable

People talk about my relationship like they know Ralph and I within that matter. It's sort of driving me crazy 'cause 1.) They have no fucking idea about what they're saying, 2.) I hate being stereotyped, and 3.) These bitter gourds act like relationship experts when in fact, they are the reason why theirs failed. As pathetic as it seems, everything I said is true and I'd rather have their pieholes shut 'cause I've been supporting them no matter what. How dare they do the contrary to me? I don't fucking deserve that.

One said we're too fast. No it isn't, especially when it comes from her who entered a relationship without  even knowing what the guy looked like when he courted her through Facebook and immediately said yes the day after. No it isn't. No. It. Isn't. Especially when it comes from her again, whose relationship is on the rocks and agreed to have sex but still, broke up after doing so. NO. IT. ISN'T.

Then this one's trying to show how sensual we are. Well, by wanting to stay in our own hotel room, we aren't. We can just afford to pay and you, miss freeloader, are not welcome. You pay for your own if you want to enjoy the amenities and other fun stuff you'll miss.

I guess all there's left to do is to prove to everyone we can do this. To forever? Yes, we can! These people are small compared to my big, big relationship with a big, big-hearted boyfriend who believes that God has big, big plans for us. And if you get to read this one day; Ralph, I love you! ♥

Hopefully Good

My life has never been extremely good. I've never been happy "in all aspects", but I guess that's how life goes. However, I'm not saying that I'm not happy about this-- it's just that sometimes, a certain thing would creep into my system and bite me and make me feel sad about everything. I can't help it. It seems obligatory. I hope everything are happening the way they should be cause I'll be expecting a grand consequent.

Ain't Awry February

Another month went by and I just have to post an update to keep my promise of keeping this alive. *Sighs*

Well, hello there. Love month's about to end and oh, there goes March! Which means school's about to end anytime soon. Do I hear a whooping yay? Oh yes, there goes my jam right there. Oooohhh, delightful music at its finest.

So, what have I been up to?

First off, we had our Midterm exams. I know, I have to do better! I myself am disappointed with this too, ugh. Think positive!

It's my first Valentine's Day with a date! Of course, you know who I was with-- my R! And here's the only VDay-related photo taken that day. At home with the doughnuts he gave me! Yay to diabetayyy!

I actually got involved in a fight with my bestfriends a few days before V Day. I swear, it was the worst week of my life! Good thing though, we were able to settle it on that day and ta-da! United once again.

Finally! Natuloy din after three failed plans. Full Force went to Star City!!! It was helluva day and I love that I spent it very well.

Back to school madness: It's election time once again! A4S took part in the iFamily-- Partido Independiente's group of campaign managers. Oh, and guess what? The partido is all in! Congrats, guys! And here are your happy campaigners from IR-257!

I guess that's it. February's about to end and I'm glad I filled it with good memories. Check! And here goes my most recent photo with blockmates! Weewhoop! Tell me I look less shittier than usual. Ha!

Photos from: Pamela Lalim, HeavenlyShot Photobooth, Krishna Kemchandani, Badet Bolinao, Rhea Susi, Angela Sicangco, Jhonna Seat, and Charmaine Cayaban -- THANKS!