“12:51” in the shower with my back up singer, Uno. (can you hear him?) Yeah! I am a proud shower singer!

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

My peace of mind had vanished again. How could a single message bring back all the hate and anger that I have been trying to forget? Am I really moving on or am I just saying that to myself to conceal the pain? Whatever it is, it’s not working. I said that I don’t give a fuck to whatever he said or do, but the truth isn’t like that. I am trying sleep for the past two hours and all I do is think and think about him. I am the one being thrown away here. Why does he acts like a jerk all the time and make it hard for me to accept that I am being dumped? Why am I the one who’ll always end up as the bad partner? I am supposed to be strong but I am just becoming the opposite of it; weak.

Nobody says ‘I am okay’ after two weeks of breakup. Liar.

sosingmetosleep:

I want her face.

(Source: shesbombb, via chasingvans)

I went to HBC the other day to get some nail polish. I didn’t care what color it is and I just picked up the first thing that caught my eye. I just want to try something new. This is a San San Perfectly Pink nail polish. I bought it for only 37pesos. I fell in love with the shade right away because it looks like coral pink (my favorite color). It’s not too bright nor too dark, just right for my skin tone. It is pretty neat and brings out my sweet side.

np pretty ^^

- jam-packedlove said:

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Best photo ever. Taken last May 26, 2012. Happiest day of my summer. [can’t you tell by the way I look in this photo?] I got to be with my family from my father’s side. I missed them so much and they missed me too.

I came from two families who loves singing. I even have proffessional singer relatives. Every gathering, there will always be karaoke time. I love singing, too. God knows how much i am in love with music. Singing is one of my passions. It’s just that I am not a Diva type of singer. I’ve tried joining contests since high school, but luck never came my way. I admit it to my self that my voice has limits. Whenever I am with distant relatives they always ask me to sing. I think they expect me to ba a good singer, which I am not. They always say, “You’re a Monteclaro and an Ancheta. We know you can sing.” I can sing, obviously. I want to sing. I am not shy or anything. I just don’t want to disappoint them. I am not saying that they are pressuring me but I always have that thought on my mind. I am just not as good as them.

It runs in the family.

Our house became an i nstant Day Care for four days. My grandfather, my two aunts and my cousins came and stayed with us. I really had fun being with them. The foods that my aunt cooked are the best. We don’t cook much at home [there’s no one who will cook at home] so we just eat ordinary foods everyday. The fights, the babies crying, the laughters, the shouting, and all the noises; I’m surely gonna miss them all.

Last night I had a dream. I went to Kev’s house(It looked like an apartment because there are a lot of people and the house looked different). I just knew it’s his house because his sisters are there. I went there to make up with our fight but when I was avout to go upstairs, I saw a girl followed by Kev going down. I immediately grabbed the girl and pushed her outside the house. I was freaking out and I was swearing and hitting the girl and Kev and shouting. But Kev’s protecting the girl and it felt so bad. When I woke up, I was sweating and my heart’s beating so fast. Thanked God it was a dream. When I have bad dreams about Kev and me, I talk to him immediately, (Like one time when we had a fight, I had a dream where he left me and I was running after him but I can’t find him no matter where I look. I felt so bad and made up with him right away.) but now I didn’t. I am still thinking. Thinking of what to say.

Bothered by a Dream

Caffeine I drink coffee and an energy drink every night just to stay up late for work. I even do these during school days, especially, exam weeks. Well, they take few moments to take effect but they are effective and helpful/ The problem is, when it’s time to sleep, you can’t sleep. Your body and eyes are already tired and hungry for some sleep, while your brain says, “Let’s party! Don’t sleep yet.” Then you would want to bang your head to the wall just to get sleep.

[yes. I got one of The Avengers mugs from Jollibee that shows up the image when a something hot in it.]

This is what I had been doing last night. I just saw the key design in the internet and changed the word in it with Trust. I searched the net for hakuna matata tattoo and was surprised that there are a lot of people with that kind of tattoo. so I thought to copy the font from one picture and the symbol from another. Don’t you dare think it’s a disaster. IT’S ART! Google it. It’s not my fault you don’t know about art.