Ang sama ni ate. :((((

Pinakita ba naman yung case nung Baby G (G-Shock) watch ko. Ang sama talaga! Seryosong nalungkot talaga ako. Sobrang na-attach na nga kasi ako dun sa watch na yun. Para lang ‘to yung moment na nawala ko yung beloved earrings ko sa swimming pool, kaso my sister and I share the blame for that one. Sa pagkawala nung watch ko, completely my fault. :(((

Promise, nakakalungkot talaga. Love na love ko talaga yung watch ko na yun eh. :((

Nakakaingget naman kasi talaga yung mga sobrang ganda.
Bwisit naman ‘tong kapatid ko.

May pupuntahan kasi sila ni mama, tapos hiniram ba naman yung The Selection. :((( Ayoko nga yun ilabas ng bahay eh. Bakit di nalang siya kumuha ng ibang libro?! NAKAKA-BV NAMAN. Oo, selfish na kung selfish. EH GANUN TALAGA AKO SA MGA FAVORITE KONG LIBRO EH! Kilalang kilala ko na kasi siya eh. Masama na kung masama, pero let’s just say na hindi naman siya magaling mag-ingat ng mga bagay bagay. :’(

Alam ko rin na binabasa niya ‘tong blog ko. >:P At least mababasa niya kung gaano ka-nakakagalit yung ginawa niya. Bwisit. Ang dami dami naming libro dito sa bahay eh.

Mapunit, matupi, mabasa, lagot siya sakin. :’(

Things left unblogged:
  • Eating at Buffalo’s Wings and Things
  • Eating at Melo’s Steak House

I am so effing busy. It’s like. dafuq bro?! :’(

Second day at Misibis Bay! ♥

We woke up early so we can do more stuff around the place! We haven’t even took a bath yet, but we headed out to go snorkeling! It was complimentary (just like Bellarocca again). Personally, I liked snorkeling experience in Bellarocca better. The fishes were more colorful and the water was clearer. :D It was both fun, though. We didn’t want to stop snorkeling yet, but they had something else to do. :(

Originally, we planned to go the Eco Park to ride the free zipline, but when we woke up, there was a paper explaining that it was closed. Instead, they gave us free 10 minutes of segway. Normally, you would pay for it, but with the zipline issue, it was free! Luckily, I was able to try it two times. Hihi. :> It was sooooo fun! ♥ It was scary the first time, but when I tried it for the second time, I was fearless!

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After that, (since it was so hot) we went to the entertainment room for kids. It was cold there so we stayed there for a long time. We took a lot pictures (we always do!) and we played the Wii and Xbox. I’m the high score at the wakeboarding and basketball game at the Wii Sports Resort. On the Xbox, I was the high score at the Hot Air Ballon and Rocket to Mars. :D Yeay for me haha. ♥

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After that, we went to the beach again! We tried kayaking and this thing that I forgot the name. So much activities again! Hooray for that! :D 

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We swam at the pool again! We ordered mocktails and one cocktail. I ordered a Zoe Cooler. My cousin ordered Mighty Miko, and my sister ordered Misibis Blue. Not bragging, but mine was definitely the one that tasted best! ♥ We didn’t plan this, but it turns out we ordered primary colored drinks! :D

We then ate dinner, and after that, we played billiards for a while. I’m not lame at it! \m/ Go me! :D

And then we went to sleep. This was our last night at the Misibis Bay. :(

Ang lalim na ng gabi pero hindi parin umuuwi si mama at si ate. Ang tagal naman ata nila. :(

:’( Ang tagal nila! Kaninang kanina pa sila umalis eh. Earlier this day pa naman, may nagpaputok malapit dito samin, tapos biglang may narinig nalang kaming mga glass na nag-shatter sa katabing street/kanto. Parang action movie. :O

The awkward moment when you realize that tomorrow is indeed Monday, but that HIMYM won’t be on. For four months.

modernongmariaclara:

WARNING: Don’t read. You’ll cry.

My dearest daughter,
I know you won’t come back, but I still believe that somehow you’ll find me. I can’t bare to think where you are. You could be with your friends warm and safe or you could be somewhere cold and wet. How could you expect me to tell you?

You were so pretty, in that purple dress your dad got you, with your long brown hair flowing down your back. Your black high-heels on. Yes, it was the first time you were going to a proper party; we didn’t want anything to ruin your night.

We gave you a lift in our small black BMW and dropped you off around the corner- you didn’t want people to see you being dropped off by mummy and daddy. We were going to pick you up at 11:30pm too; you begged to stay out later. I wanted you to be home by 10, but your dad persuaded me to let you out a bit longer. 

You were 15 years old but still, in my eyes you were my baby, my little girl in her room playing with her dolls. 

I remember when you were 12 and you came running into the kitchen, your face beamed full of happiness and joy; you squealed “I have a boyfriend!” Yes, it was your first boyfriend and you were so happy, then when it ended you were devastated. I tried my hardest to be there for you, really I did, but you were just so upset you didn’t listen to a word I said. I knew you would have lost more boyfriends and endured break-ups, but you were only little, you didn’t know what was going to happen to you as you grew up. 

Then you found new friends and you didn’t care much for boys. You would go out for sleep-overs and trips to the shops and fun-fairs. Your life has been a good one, and now I feel like I should have taken you out places more often. You have always wanted me to take you to see your favourite band-Blink182, yes I remember the name! I remember when you were 9 years old and I was going to a concert to see Sting-you begged me to take you with me and so I did, and at first you hated it because we were sitting right at the back. When we went to the front you were dancing and singing even though you didn’t know the words. I do wish I had taken you to see Blink182 sooner. I was going to take you and three friends for your birthday. You can still go; I’ll be beside you if you need me. 

When you started secondary school you were overwhelmed with joy. You met new friends and you were loving it. Then you got into the wrong crowd. You would make fun of people, and started to smoke and I regularly had to drag you from gutters, drunk, and your father and I did everything we could to stop you but you didn’t listen you didn’t want to. You had to find out for yourself. When that Annie came around and took your necklace you new you had to make new friends. Then you met Jennifer, such a nice girl she is, and I am so glad that you two are still best friends. When you came home and said Jack had invited everyone to his house party I wasn’t sure about you going, but I know you can look after yourself.

You spent ages getting ready on Saturday; you were so annoyed that you had nothing to wear, so when your father came home with a beautiful purple dress you were so happy.

I remember the first time you got a dress, it was a red one, and you loved it so much you wanted to wear it everywhere you went. I still have that dress at home. 

As we were driving down the road to Jack’s house my stomach was turning all over. I knew I had to let you go , you’re not my little angel anymore – you’re older and more mature, I knew you could look after yourself but it’s a mother’s place to worry about her child. When the car stopped I could see you were nervous but dying to go. “We’ll be back here at 11:30” I said, probably more that once. As the car door shut o watched you walk towards his house. 

Your father and I went back home and what felt like hours and hours where only minutes. I decided to do something to take my mind of things. When my phone rang and I saw it was you I started to panic, it was only nine- you had only been at the party for just over an hour. You begged me and your father to pick you up now. I could hear you trembling and crying. I got your father and we raced down the roads to Jack’s house. All I heard next were the screams and bright lights. 

I opened my eyes. In a hospital. How could I tell you your father and I were in an accident and didn’t have much time left? Your father died straight away, he didn’t feel a thing, and I want you to know my darling that he loved you so very much. I don’t have much time my angel. I want you to know I love you with all my heart, and look after yourself. Don’t worry about us; we will see you again in another life time. Someday. I love you my darling, I have to go now. Good-bye my sweet, and never be afraid, I am here with you always. 

Love your mother. X

callmeparawhore:

thisisnotaboutemotions:

madiistarshine:

offbeat-queerity:

idontgiveafuckyoucunt:

#readthis




My brother died the day before his birthday in a car accident. The way I told my boyfriend this was by asking him lo look up and say happy birthday to my dear Will because he’s in heaven now. Yesterday I finally remembered to ask him if he ever did say happy birthday. Do you know what his response was? It was no. He couldn’t do the simple thing I asked him to. He didn’t say happy birthday to my dead brother. The worst part about all of this is Will, my brother, will never get a funeral. His tombstone just says “William.” Why is this? My brother was also disowned because he protected me against a crazy ex-boyfriend and got probation because of it. Through everything that happened to Will my boyfriend wouldn’t so much as say happy birthday…
When I grew up he was the only thing I cared about because both of my sisters are bitchy whores. Now I need to learn to face things without Will there to protect me. He was without a doubt the best brother I could of asked for. He fucked up sometimes but he was always there for me. Wanna know something else terrible? Seeing as I was always around Will I kind of act like him. My dad told me he hated me. Why does he hate me? Because I’m too much like Will. He also told me he wants to disown me. The only reason I haven’t been disowned is because my mom loves me very much and won’t let him. I’ve been living hated by my family (Not counting Will and my mom) and now Will’s gone. 
I don’t know if you guys will care about this at all, but I know I broke out crying right away when my boyfriend said “No”, when my brother died, when I snuck out to see his tombstone, when he was disowned, when my dad said he hated me for being like Will, and when I typed this out. His birthday was awhile ago, but please reblog if you would have said happy birthday to my dead brother, or even think my boyfriend is terrible…Or even because you found this sad in some way. Will’s birthday was January 6th, 1991. I know this post is late but I couldn’t bring myself to post this until now. Typing it just hurt too much.

Rebloging for all three reasons. This is terrible. He died the day before his birthday. I swear this is without a doubt the saddest thing I’ve ever read. I feel so bad for you. I know say that doesn’t help but..I’m just so sorry for you!




Happy birthday Will. Rip.

 I just put Will’s birthday on my calender on my phone, i will continue to say Happy Birthday to him for the rest of my life.

This person right up there, is a good person ^Happy birthday Will, her boyfriend is a dick. 

Owmygod, :( HAPPY BIRTHDAY WILL (belated) and, yeah, her boyfriend is a dumbass whore. :)

WORDS AREN’T ENOUGH TO EXPRESS WHAT I FEEL .

callmeparawhore:

thisisnotaboutemotions:

madiistarshine:

offbeat-queerity:

idontgiveafuckyoucunt:

#readthis

My brother died the day before his birthday in a car accident. The way I told my boyfriend this was by asking him lo look up and say happy birthday to my dear Will because he’s in heaven now. Yesterday I finally remembered to ask him if he ever did say happy birthday. Do you know what his response was? It was no. He couldn’t do the simple thing I asked him to. He didn’t say happy birthday to my dead brother. The worst part about all of this is Will, my brother, will never get a funeral. His tombstone just says “William.” Why is this? My brother was also disowned because he protected me against a crazy ex-boyfriend and got probation because of it. Through everything that happened to Will my boyfriend wouldn’t so much as say happy birthday…

When I grew up he was the only thing I cared about because both of my sisters are bitchy whores. Now I need to learn to face things without Will there to protect me. He was without a doubt the best brother I could of asked for. He fucked up sometimes but he was always there for me. Wanna know something else terrible? Seeing as I was always around Will I kind of act like him. My dad told me he hated me. Why does he hate me? Because I’m too much like Will. He also told me he wants to disown me. The only reason I haven’t been disowned is because my mom loves me very much and won’t let him. I’ve been living hated by my family (Not counting Will and my mom) and now Will’s gone. 

I don’t know if you guys will care about this at all, but I know I broke out crying right away when my boyfriend said “No”, when my brother died, when I snuck out to see his tombstone, when he was disowned, when my dad said he hated me for being like Will, and when I typed this out. His birthday was awhile ago, but please reblog if you would have said happy birthday to my dead brother, or even think my boyfriend is terrible…Or even because you found this sad in some way. Will’s birthday was January 6th, 1991. I know this post is late but I couldn’t bring myself to post this until now. Typing it just hurt too much.

Rebloging for all three reasons. This is terrible. He died the day before his birthday. I swear this is without a doubt the saddest thing I’ve ever read. I feel so bad for you. I know say that doesn’t help but..I’m just so sorry for you!

Happy birthday Will. Rip.

 I just put Will’s birthday on my calender on my phone, i will continue to say Happy Birthday to him for the rest of my life.

This person right up there, is a good person ^
Happy birthday Will, her boyfriend is a dick. 

Owmygod, :( HAPPY BIRTHDAY WILL (belated) and, yeah, her boyfriend is a dumbass whore. :)

WORDS AREN’T ENOUGH TO EXPRESS WHAT I FEEL .