Plethora.

This is amazing. How we can all be such fools, yet learn from the wisest of mistakes. I am in love. With my friends. With him. With myself. With God. Yes, love conquers everything. But this isn't a battle. This a journey. And I'm not looking forward to the destination. I'm yearning for all the hard-earned lessons.

Your lack of intelligence and attitude towards gays repulsive me. How can you say "love is love" one second, but then say it needs to be 'pure' ? Sure, everyone is in titled to their own opinion, but sometimes i think people need to think about what they are going to post, because it has only led to your ignorance showing. 

Hmm. Mkay. I’m saying sorry for that remark. But I can’t really blame myself though. That’s how people here raised me, and that’s basically the thought that was imprinted in my head. I’m not entirely against gays, though. I just stated my opinion regarding the relationships. Sorry for that and my words. 

"Ginawa ba natin ‘yun kanina? O nananaginip lang ako? Haha." 

Ulupong! Ginawa natin ‘yun! Ikaw nauna! Hahahaha!

ANONG MAAABOT NG BENTE MO? 

CORNETTO? HINDE. LIIIIESSSSS! Wala nang nagbebenta sa Cornetto nang BENTE ngayon! D:D:D:D: 

Nope, i'm fine, really!! Salamat sa pagalala, katulad nga ng sinabi ko...inspired lang ako maglagay ng kung ano ano. 

Ahuuuuh. Inspired? Waah. By what/who? Haha. XD 

WOW! BUTI KA PA NAPAPANSIN AKO, GANITO LANG TALAGA AKO! MASAYAHIN. BALIW. KALOG. SALAMAT HA? NAPASMILE AKO NG BONGGANG BONGGA! :) GV! 

Wala pong anuman! Dakila kayo! Hahaha. :D

You read the last song too? Awesome. :) 

YES! And I think doing so payed off so much better than watching the movie. I haven’t watched the movie, though. Haha. :D Fellow Sparks-fan? Weee. >:D<  

Grammar Freak.  

When someone’s grammar usage goes horribly wrong while he/she is talking to me, I silently fidget and correct it in my head. And when the worst scenario comes by, when I just can’t take it anymore, I cut that someone off and bluntly re-state his/her sentence. Grammar freak much? Sort of. I’m not saying that I can speak in English too well. But hey, I try. 

The Last Song - I’d rather read the book than watch the movie. 

Spending 3 hours with my face engulfed in the book’s pages is way better than watching the movie first. I don’t want to have Miley’s face all scattered in my mind while I’m reading the book. It’s not that I hate Miley, I’m just imagining Ronnie to be much more different from her. Ugh, this post is mean, I think. I’m being to opinionated. :/ But, hey. Haha.

Identity Crisis. 

I’m having one right now. LOLJK. Hahaha.

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Cry on cue. 3, 2, 1…

Parang hindi ko kayang dumating ‘yung Deathly Hallows. I can’t imagine life without these guys. I grew up watching them already.

At age 8, your dad buys you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping it all over his lap. When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him by never even bothering to practice. When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to football to one birthday party after another. You thanked him by jumping out of the car and never looking back. When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row. When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked him by waiting until he left the house. When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was in fashion. You thanked him by telling him he had no taste. When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter. When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked. When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car. You thanked him by taking it every chance you could. When you were 17, he was expecting an important call. You thanked him by being on the phone all night. When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation. You thanked him by staying out partying until dawn. When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags. You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn’t be embarrassed in front of your friends. When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he told you how deep he loved you. You thanked him by moving halfway across the country. When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him . You thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their children. And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART. If you love your dad, reblog 

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:’( I seriously got teary eyed. 

Because I love my dad. I really do.