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7:57pm on the 15th of May, I start to write really early to post this on the brink of a virtual celebration. This is not a happy anniversary post or a happy monthsary post, it’s a HAPPY BIRTHDAY post! I will try hard not to shred cheese on this blog though the photos are shouting cheezy and sweetness all over. I know, I know ;)

This friend of mine is turning a year older and unfortunately, we’d have to be celebrating it apart. I can’t help but count the days till we see each other (yes, not in skype anymore) next week at the City of Friendship! And no, its not in CDO but in Bohol! (I never knew Bohol was the City of Friendship either, till now)

You’d probably wonder why we’re off to Bohol. See, its his family reunion and I was pretty much overly overwhelmed that I got invited by his Dad. We’re not even together— officially that is. 

So I’m kinda having little butterflies growing up to be big soon once I arrive in Bohol with the whole Reyes clan! I should look decent, dress decent, eat decent, talk decent and be decent. Not that I’m not decent ;) Tee Hee. I just hope and pray that I won’t trip or say anything stupid, though. 

Anyway, I’m out of context again! ;3

Andrew.. Well, we met last year at an audition for Pinoy Big Brother in Iligan. Well I kinda thought he was really funny because he had this joke about this girl we saw who had enormous boobs! I never got to see him again till another month. When I applied for a position in the Crusader Yearbook and he heard about it he was like, uooooooh. XD (Well that’s what he said). To make the long story short, I got the position and so did he. 

We weren’t that close since I was the shy type and he too admits that he’s the shy type as well :3 I call him Kuya Andrew since everyone calls him that though he was just a year older than most of us. Little did we know that Kuya Andrew wasn’t being such a Kuya after all ;) HEEE.

Being in CYB (Crusader Yearbook), we pretty much had long late nights. Mmhmm. ;) We also had our fair share of late night celebrations or chill nights. We were the only ones who lived at the other side of the bridge. That was before Sendong, though. So we practically go home together in one taxi while the others go home together in another cab. During those nights I felt that I think I have a crush on this dude but noooooo this can’t be. We’re “officemates”, I can’t have feelings with him! 

But well, it was inevitable as days go by. Then it all started off with a yogurt date. <3 And the story goes on..

He got approved by my high school friends.. (which was really hard to do because of some misunderstandings)

Well he was then well approved with my college friends, since most of them are from CYB, Hihi.

Then the most crucial but most important was, he was then approved by my family. :)

So after all the fussing, we’re awesome friends that are weird and odd and we look good together, I know. 

Here’s a photo of us taken by April. We were pretty much dead in the bus heading back to Cebu.

Here’s to hoping that our kids (chos!) won’t look like these freak-os. 

And here’s to more birthdays to come! :xx

Andrew makes me really happy all the time, he has a good heart and has a brilliant mind. He’s sweet, sweet as giving you soup when you’re sick or apples and oranges. He’s funny, funny as getting you laugh on a really hard day. He’s smart, smart as he memorizes all capitals of the world! And he just makes me really happy.

Hoping that this wasn’t too cheezy for your taste buds.

Fuloful <3

Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. spazzy at times. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.

Quite true, quite true.

apriiilrosales:

Walkie Talkies and everything under the sun 

Out of school youth :3

This girl right here have poured wonders of great love and affection to everyone dear to her. Mum is the most patient, the most kind, the most understanding and the most influential person of my life. She knows all my deep dark secrets, from the first guy I’ve dated to the last one. She knows all my secret failing marks. She knows where I actually am during late night getaways. 

Trust. That’s the number one moral that we both value. We share experiences and I never lie to her. She is my bestfriend. I have opened up so much more than some of my friends. She is also the best personal shrink that I have.

I wouldn’t be able to see the world soon without this woman beside me. She is my hero, my friend, and my one and only Mother. 

I love you, Mum!

Happy Mother’s day! xx

In my enduring weeks of my ho hum of a summer, I have been seemingly chummy and close to my sister. Constantly getting crappy days with my life, she has been stitching out these heartaches I’ve been having. And when I say heartaches, it ain’t about love. Oh no, it ain’t. Andrew and I have good nights together—apart that is. 

I pretty much carry a very unpleasing invisible bucket of pain, anger, cowardliness, or maybe regrets as of some moments of each day. Well it may be because I need to accept that everybody is getting a lot farther to reach these days. People we love are occupied with other things they love (so much). 

Anyway, about my sister see. Over the years, we’ve always clashed with the things we love. She likes anime`, I love(d) barbie dolls, she likes blue, I like purple, she liked casual clothes, I liked pretty clothes, she likes flats and slippers, I like wedges and peep toes, she liked to open the night light, I liked it dark; and the list goes on. We fight a lot, we even pulled each others hair, we pinched each others skin till it bleeds or it marks blue, and yes she even stabbed me with a pencil and I have hard proof because the lead of the pencil will forever be on my knee.`

Fortunately, those curves of differences met to a one-way road as we got older. I taught her how to dress up like a real girl, I taught her how to flirt (oh yes I did and I think I failed), and well I taught her some other stuff. Looks like I’m the older one now, huh? Yes sometimes I feel that way and YES I get that ALL THE TIME due to height differences that is. What I see now is that, my sister is too afraid to leap— to leap to greater possibilities in her life full of her great talent and creativity. Believe me she’s pretty good at her field in teaching and other things! I’ve seen it with my own eyes. But she still needs a big and hard push for her to get out of her comfort zone. I think a boyfriend would do. *wink ;)

She’s been pretty responsible though in buying all the essentials I’ve been using at home. Earlier this afternoon, she really went out because I’ve been complaining that our toothpaste was running out. I think she’s spoiling me on that. She’s in charge with all the necessities at our side at home. See, we have two sides of home— the other part is where our parents are and the other half is where the kids do their thang. So its far (for lazy kids) to go to the other side of the house just to get toothpaste and stuff.

And oh by the way, its not my sister’s birthday or anything. I just feel like writing a tribute and I pray that she won’t get to read this silly and mushy blog of mine. Because if she asks anything about this blog, I will say nothing. Nothing I tell ya.

Speaking of silly, two days ago I was on the verge of crying my heart out because I felt tired and things in the house just really ticks my nerves but then that time when I was mopping the floor hoping that I would calm down, then she gets out of the room and asks “Aha ka naligo? Dungan ka naligo ug nag mop?”. Then after that, I just laughed, we just laughed. (It’s not even funny when you read this) Then it dawned to me.. what is wrong with me? I was supposed to mad and angry but noooo, I laughed. I forgive so fast like a bird dropping poo at somebody’s head. Is this wrong? Is this even normal? Well I think I get my calmness from my Mom. But as Andrew told me, I should not tolerate this kind of thing— people taking advantage of my kindness (not that I’m conceited or anything). 

So whilst I write this blog, she covers herself up with her blanket and sleeps. After all, it’s 3 in the morning. And yes, we still sleep together in one bed.

I forgot to say that we just had an exercise session yesterday and it was funny and merry. We had effective turnouts since our body ached a little after waking up. Hoping that we will actually follow our plan by having these sessions every other day. 

So that’s that. To more treasures and differences! 

I love you, Sistah. 

P.S.

Hermana means sister in Spanish xx.

You realize that there’s no point in doing anything if nobody’s watching. You realize that our mistrust of the future makes it hard to give up the past. We can’t give up our concept of who we were. All those adults playing archaeologist at yard sales, looking for childhood artifacts, board games, CandyLand, Twister, they’re terrified. Trash becomes holy relics. Mystery Date. Hula Hoops. Our way of getting nostalgic for what we just threw in the trash, it’s all because we’re afraid to evolve. Grow, change, lose weight, reinvent ourselves. Adapt.