EVERYDAY: Sophie’s Birthday

An awful godmother, I guess? I only get to see her during her birthdays! πŸ˜€ Nonetheless, I was present on all including baptism. πŸ˜›

Forgive the very lucid photos. :/ Facebook kills the sharpness of each photo.

__ Ijoh, Myself, Anne, Alex, Amyll, Abdul and Lance. πŸ™‚


Hlaf of my Highschool: Myself, Anne, Alex, Abdul and Amyll. Missing: Kat Bucsit, Kat Vistan, Cara and Mane?


EVERYDAY: 3 of 2s

Remember the last time I saw Amyll? We planned to meet the guy who made her nervous, sick and strangley happy at the same time. πŸ™‚ And he finally arrived last 19th! This dinner was planned way ahead of his flight. πŸ˜€

Dinner at All4u in Century City Mall.


BABOY, INDEED. Headed out for some coffee at I’m Hotel after.

Nice to meet you, xtian! and all your seriousness. πŸ˜€ Happy for you, Pine! ❀


1 week notice from Anne Marie and this happened. It will be the first wedding in our group.<3 Surreal.


Congratulations, braid. :* Β Hoping to finally meet the very quiet and timid Reggie.


** I don’t even know why very clear and sharp pictures from Iphone appears to be really blurry when uploaded here. 😦


Beerpong and Condo after. πŸ˜€

EVERYDAY: Sophie’s 1st Birthday

My Fourth Goddaughter. I feel old. Meet Anne Marie’s Daughter.:)

Oops. Although you have to settle with our faces since I don’t actually have Sophie’s Picture. Haha. We were late. And I think babies see through me (that I don’t actually like kids) — that’s why they do cry relentlessly when I try to carry them.




”If chance will have me King, why, chance may crown me,Β Without my stir.”

The book is about counting the days before this teenager decides to take her fate in her own hands. Its quite disturbing and realistic. It’s sad how I think this is true about teenagers — a lot of them are depressed and to the act of suicide enters their young minds – that alone might get you to thinking, what could be the reason?

Some of the compelling lines – for me.

  1. Every action is an interaction, and everything she has ever done has led to something else.
  2. Our breaths carry our dandelion wishes higher, higher until they become the clouds we watch. Sometimes we looked for animals or ice-cream cones or angels, but today we only lie there with our plans together and our fingers tangle, and we dream.
  3. We wonder what lies beyond.
  4. There was something romantic about the idea of being young and tipsy and having somewhere to go on a friday night.
  5. They were interchangeable, these boys.
  6. She forgot, sometimes, that she could make her own choices.
  7. They came to make wishes on whatever was around – dandelions in the suer, red and falling leaves in autumn, snowflakes in the winter, sunshine in the spring.
  8. As though afraid that her trembling will start an earthquake, make the entire world crumble.
  9. Fragile as ice on an ocean.
  10. It’s hard to lie wen the truth is lying infront of you.
  11. There is little stability where she stands.
  12. She had a laugh like knife on skin.
  13. She lies in the darkness, surrounded by pillows and an impossible amount of fear.
  14. She was a force to be noticed.
  15. It made the whole world dissolve and scatter around her like petals.
  16. Regret grows and grows until it’s almost a tangible thing that she can rip out and bury.
  17. She’s not good with debate. She just happens to like arguing, and she has an incredible talent for making others look stupid.
  18. Funny things, aren’t they? People. They’re so limited.They only believed in what they could see. Apperances were all that mattered.
  19. The sun shouldn’t be allowed to shine.
  20. A spell too weal to make the world spin backwards.
  21. She needed a window, because she had broken her hear throwing it at locked doors.
  22. She was wholly addicted to the adrenaline.
  23. Some things fall apart for better things could fall together.
  24. The rain was warm and smelled of beginnings.
  25. I wish second chances were real.
  26. We are blurs of emotion. We are racing, and we are both winning. because we are not racing each toher. We race the world and as fast as it rotates, as fast as it revolves, we are faster.
  27. They started thins that Β grew into other things, that were much greater than themselves.
  28. Everyday is a blank page and your story has yet to be written.
  29. Everyone wears masks.
  30. Because no one is strong enough to hold back so many tears.
  31. It simply didn’t mater what others thought, that it was what I thought of myself that mattered most.
  32. Our laughter floated into the sky. We were happy, and the world was wide.
  33. She lives in a world made entirely of sky.


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Uhuh! Like the famous peanut-butter jelly combination that everyone loves. One of us will try her luck in Singapore. πŸ™‚ But surely, the bond will stay! One messenger away from hearing our complaints and bawling or joyous laughter. Goodluck, Toots! We’ll miss you!


“There are a million rules for being a girl. There are a million things you have to do to get through each day. High school has things that can trip you up, ruin you, people say one thing and mean another, and you have to know all the rules, you have to know what you can and can’t do.”

CAMERAFrom where we stand, I can still remember how this used to be ‘the’ spot. The spot where we used to oggle our crushes, spot who’s with whom, bitch about someone we know and so on. I had a different group of friends back then. Our group was pretty famous in our campus. Some would say it was probably because we were composed of the school heartrobs, both pink and blue lesbians, some would say because we were the rule breakers, some would say because it was our connection with the higher batches, some would say we are nice but that would depend on who you were talking to.

CAMERAI can still remember how we would hide our mobile phones under this wooden platform, or inside the cabinet at the back of this blackboard or toss it outside the window when the teacher is approaching. I can still remember how class presidents would write, noisy, standing, quiet was once listed in the board. I can remember how some lunch breaks would be spent in our sandos and pantylets lying on top of each other in the floor, or playing cards and pusoy dos during lunch breaks.

CAMERAI can still remember how days are filled with receiving and giving at least three letters to friends with pet names such as ‘star’ or ‘cheatmate’ or ‘kisses’ when really, we were just with each other before the class. I can still remember how in between class breaks, all of the students are at the corridor, spotting their crushes in subtle moves or how one student asks about three to four other students to accompany her to pee, or how we would go to the corridor of the higher batches and chat or how we would sneak out to the cafeteria and stay there for hours skipping our classes, how a trip to other rooms for a class function such as computer lab or science lab means a chance to do the cat walk because you know other classes are going to see you.



It’s so nice to actually see the people who I buy from every afternoon since I was in Grade three. They’ve seen me grow up. They’ve seen me graduate from Gradeschool and Highschool. And they’re still here. The streets outside school feels like home whenever you see a familiar face. And it’s also overwhelming to know that they do remember your name after 8 years.


And to my Fourth Year Adviser, and to all the professors who has molded me when I was in High School, I can definitely say that now, I can finally appreciate all the times you scolded me for wearing hanging and short blouses, a long skirt, a very short small folded socks, for walking too slowly, for having secret pocket inside our necktie, for brushing my hair during class, for wearing wide jugging pants, for not attending practices during intrams and for always being late during flag ceremony. It’s funny how students used to hate teachers for always noticing their wrongdoings when in fact, they’re just trying to make you a better person.


High School will always be in my heart and memory, all the friends, professors, lessons and every bit of story, a piece of puzzle i will always want to solve.

“Sometimes I think high school is one long hazing activity: if you are tough enough to survive this, they’ll let you become and adult. I hope it’s worth it.”Β It is.


It’s been too long. No. More than that, actually. I don’t know how or why we even lost touch, but we did.

We decided to have lunch with her at Spicy Fingers in Greenbelt 3.

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Hopefully this is a start to becoming our usual twin selves.

EVERYDAY: Dinner with Fart


You see that person?:)) She’s my fart! Yes, the awful smelling crap of air. I dont even remember how we settled to calling each other that. But anyway, that’s not important. That was so highschool. I have been dying to talk to her for some time now. She’s the kind of person that no matter how long you didn’t see each other, we’d still be able to talk like we used to and skip the awkward-ness you get when you meet with people from your past.:l We talked about the slutty bitch who stole her not-so-worth-it boyfriend who, by the way doesn’t have plans for his life and who plays basketball all day everyday. right? I don’t even want to start on how flirty he is. And not to mention, the slutty bitch only goes to his house at 3 in the morning and leaves at 5am. Boootttyyy Caaalll much? Hayy. Good thing my fart has someone to keep her mind off him./:l Spending time with her was a relief. I wish we’d do this more often. BTW, I hate how you’re going to leave me again after your training.:((

I love you more the most.
See you soon, Fart.