She’s now 1 year wiser! ☺

It’s her birthday and I know she would really love it if I’m gonna write something about her ( coz’ she’s vain. haha). PicMonkey Collage523640_3585313193027_1712779151_n 208843_3495210858448_1700329530_n

I just so miss this chic. She’s in leyte right now. enjoying her SUMMER!.

I actually never imagine that I’m gonna be so close to this girl cause the first time we know each other, we always argue with almost everything. We were friends since first year college, we have the same schedule and we’re together all the time. We have a lot of things in common, and we agree on almost everything. We almost have the same likes, from clothes, idols, food, dreams and BOYS.. hahaha.

We’re mean! YES we are, but we are also crazy. We might have our own world sometimes especially when we’re with our group of friends. And when we’re with them, we’re crazier.

We have signals that we 2 only understand. There are times that we just look at each other and we already know what we meant. Weird thing about us, especially when we’re at the mall, we don’t mind boys, we mind girls! AHAHAh. No we’re not lebos, it’s just that we know how to appreciate beautiful and pretty girls (wwweeeee?). HAHAha.

OK to much for the compliments. haha. anyway, happy birthday Sheen! Your now 1 year wiser!

I miss this girl! Hope to see her soon. Hopefully in leyte, in their place. ☺


You’ll get what you want if you want it enough☺

Year 2011 was really a tough year for us. We’ve been through a lot, I mean a LOT. From our business to my studies, name it.  But then as they say what goes around comes around, what goes up must come down. Wait, sound familiar? yah, it’s a lyrics of a song. HAHA.

Year 2012 has been a really good year for me especially in terms of career, and I wish my luck would continue this 2013.  I know I have to thank a lot of people and I dont want to mention all of them cause I might miss something. Can I just thank God for all of this? ☺

Anyway, before everything turns so dramatic and before you guys cry (haha. OA) I just wanna look back to everything that happened in 2012 and look forward to this year 2013.


Friends through the years ♥



Target Turned 1 year! ☺


cup cake addiction with cha-cha


photo shoots from photographer friends =)

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hosting ☺



modeling ☺


blogging/ fashion blogging ☺

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lookbook posting! ☺

These are the things that keep me going. I don’t mean to brag, it’s just that I feel so lucky, happy and flattered that I have and I achieve all of these since these are really some of the things that I imagine myself doing. My friend told me “you’ll get what you want if you want it enough” and yah, it’s true.  Again and again, these are the things that I want but this is not it, this is not just it. I’m looking forward to more of these things and more new things this year More projects, more shoots, more lookbook fan, more followers of the blog, more new things, more learnings, more of  everything ☺. I don’t think it’s bad to ask for more, is it? I don’t think so, as long as you work hard for it. As my friend told me ” be the next Kryz uy (ambitious! HAHA)”. I’m sure most of the bloggers know who I’m talking about. I’m really a fan. But I say “I wish! HAHA” it’s so hard, HELLO!? real estate business owner, Top Blogger and a What a Girl Wants Creative director, WOW!. But then again, “you’ll get what you want if you want it enough”.

By the way, I was reading articles about Chinese zodiac and it says that people born in the year of the monkey are quite lucky this year in almost all fields, so I just wish it’s true.

Here’s for the MONKEYS to feed your ego (haha):

Of all the animals of the Chinese zodiac, your are the most intelligent. Your pranks, finesse, and craftiness get you out of the most delicate situations without a scratch. Particularly at ease in public and at parties with beautiful people, you are charming, surprising, and entertaining with the faces you make, and your irresistible, funny stories. You can also laugh at yourself with astonishing lucidity. Your character is that of a “happy pessimist” and you adapt easily to any context – and not without a certain amount of cunning. Confronted by a muscle-bound adversary, you use servility and flattery to lead him by the nose. Your skillfulness in the art of manipulation has no equal and you easily play the actor to soothe those around you. Crocodile tears and shameless lies are part of your daily bread. If you are caught, you have the good grace to recognize the error of your ways and can make others forgive you. You jump from branch to branch, from problem to problem, with an incredible degree of fickleness that borders on childishness. It is difficult to keep you in one place; at the least sign of boredom, you swing to another tree. But behind your mimics and gestures hides an old monkey that the Chinese name The Wise One. Your fault: You want to be first at any price

Single Monkeys can expect a great problem in 2013: too many suitors! Don’t make a rash decision and get into a relationship too quickly, because you will have other options available. That said, don’t be afraid to commit when the right person comes alone. You’ll know them when you see them. It’s not always true, but the Chinese 2013 horoscope for Monkey shows us that this year, if you aren’t sure about a relationship than there is a good reason for that.

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Scars by Rudy Francisco!♥

Here’s another Rudy francisco peice that I really love. hope you like it too ♥.. By the way, I got the lyrics in his tumbler account. ♥


This pic is from Rudy Francisco's tumbler

This pic is from Rudy Francisco’s tumbler

1. If I could, I would nail these hands to the edges of stars. I would sacrifice this body to the sky hoping to resurrect someone spiteful enough to not give a fuck about you.


From Rudy Francisco’s tumbler.

2. Staple me to a cross. Pierce my side with a broken promise and I will bleed all the crippled reasons why you deserve one more chance.
3. Your bed smells like the last thing I was really good at.
4. You wanna know how I got these scars? I ripped every last piece of you out of my smile.

5. I whispered you stardust.
6. I spoke you into sunflowers.

from Rudy Francisco's tumbler

from Rudy Francisco’s tumbler

7. I dipped my hands in forever; touched you infinity; treated you as if you were the last molecule of oxygen inside of a gas chamber, I was good to you.
8. You wanna know how I got these scars? I swallowed my pride and it clawed its way outside of my mouth.
9. I realized I was never really your boyfriend. I was just your fucking hype man.
10. I hope your next boyfriend gets smallpox.
10. Yes I said smallpox!
10. I hate you!
10. I miss you!
10. I love you!
10. It’s hard for me to count when I get emotional.
10. I heard that 90% of human interaction is nonverbal so…
10. If I could, I would tie your arms to a daydream and then auction you off to my fondest memories.

To the random dude who started dating my ex-girlfriend two days after we broke up: Yes, I saw that shit on Facebook.

Now when I realized that you were in a relationship with a girl that I thought I would someday spend the rest of my life with I walked outside and said to myself: “There’s no way Ashton Kutcher would catch me off guard.” I waited 45 minutes.

And then I realized that there hasn’t been a new episode of Punk’d in damn near 4 years.

So I guess I’m the only practical joke in this entire situation.

One: The first time I saw you and her in picture, I wanted to take my entire arm shove inside of the computer and snatch the happiness right off of your face.

Two: If I ever see you in the street, I’m probably going to punch you in the throat.

Three: I apologize in advance. And I know, I know it makes no sense to have this much anger toward a man that I’ve never actually met face-to-face but my definition of love is being robbed in an alley eight times in a row and hoping there is something about today that makes all of this different, there is nothing logical about cutting off the most important parts of yourself and then putting them inside of hands that shake, that tremble, that crack like a Haitian sidewalk.

Four: There is nothing rational about love. Your love stutters when it gets nervous. Your love trips over its own shoelaces. Love is clumsy and my heart refuses to wear a helmet.

Five: Cupid is fucking irresponsible. And I’m tired of him using me for target practice.


Six: I was told that time would heal all wounds, but what exactly do you do on days when it feels like the hands on your clock have arthritis.

Seven: She always wore her heart on her sleeves, so tell me, then why the hell do you look so familiar?


Eight: I think I’ve seen you somewhere in her smile, like I’ve heard your voice in her laughter, like I’ve smelled your cologne on her thighs. I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints we would only find yours.

Nine: I have this envelope; it’s full of all the butterflies that I felt the first time she relaxed the Velcro on her lips and smiled in my direction. I think most of them are still alive. I guess these belong to you too.


Love Poem ♥

Let me just share to you one of my favorite love poem of all time. This is written by Rudy Francisco. This Guy really has a lot of BEAUTIFUL poems. Here it goes.


“I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak. And then suck my ex girlfriend’s name out of my mouth just to make sure she never comes up in our conversations. I’m going to be honest, I’m not really a love poet. In fact, every time I try to write about love my hands cramp… just to show me how painful love can be. And sometimes my pencils break, just to prove to me that every now and then love takes a little more work than you planned.
See I heard that love is blind so, I write all my poems in brail. And my poems are never actually finished because true love is endless. I always believed that real love is kind of like a super model before she’s air brushed; it’s pure and imperfect, just the way that God intended. See I’m going to be honest, I’m not a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love I swear that my first poem… it would be about you.

About how I loved you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike: Scared… but reckless with no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you. You see, I’m not really a love poet. But if I was I’d write about how I see your face in every cloud and your reflection in every window, you see I’ve written like a million poems hoping that somehow maybe someway you’ll jump out of the page and be closer to me because if you were here, right now, I would massage your back until your skin sings songs that your lips don’t even know the words to.

Until your heartbeat sounds like my last name and you smile like the pacific ocean, I want to drink the sunlight in your skin. If I was a love poet, I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful, even on days when everything around you is ugly you see I’d write about your eyelashes and how they are like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink.

If I was a love poet I’d write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture, every time I hear the vibration in your voice so whenever I see your name on the caller ID my heart, it plays hop scotch inside of my chest. Yo it climbs on to my ribs like monkey bars and I feel like a child all over again. I know this sounds strange but every now and then I pray that God somehow turns you back in to one of my ribs just so that I would never have to spend an entire day without you.

I swear, I’m not a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love, my first poem it would be about you. And after all of that she was like, so how do you feel about me? And I said, put it like this: I want to be your ex boyfriend’s stunt man. I want to do everything that he never had the courage to do like… trust you.

I swear that when our lips touch I can taste the next sixty years of my life. And some days I want to swallow stacks of your pictures just so you can be a part of me for a little bit longer. If I could I would sample your smile and then I would let my heart beat, do the bass line, we would create the greatest love song of all time. Whenever, we stand next to each other, love I was the only one made for you and you can be at last my Etta James. I’ll be oh child when you’re in pain or you could be candy coated drops of rain even though it never rains in Southern California. And together, we could be music.

And when my friends ask if you’re my girlfriend, I’ll say no. She is my musician. And me… I’m her favorite song.”

You can watch the video on youtube:


it’s JAYSON’s birthday


Yes! it’s Jayson’s birthday celebration. Jayson is really one of my close friend and I really love talking to him especially when it’s all about love and life because he really  has a LOT to say.  Now that it’s his birthday, it’s my turn to say a LOT of things about him. HAHA.  Anyway, I used to call him “My Hollywood Friend” because there was this time that his hair looks like 1 of the  member of 1 Direction. He used to call me “my celebrity Friend”.

So anyway, we planned to celebrate his birthday at Songhits in BTC, but since I also promised 1 of my friend that I’m gonna go to their house warming, we went there first. We stayed there for less than an hour and went to the meeting place.

We went to songhits aroung 9pm. The room that we had has a kinect and is also good for karaoke. We really enjoyed it a lot, especially the kinect. While others were singing, some of us were doing the kinect.


We went to Tonios after. We stayed there for about 2 hours I think, and then went to Milan, kim and April’s new house. We continued drinking there, some fell asleep because they were already tipsy, some were just tired. Some fell asleep, but I… I fell inlove. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. kidding!.. sound so wrong?.. i know. haha.


Anyway, we enjoyed chit chatting with them that I didn’t notice that I already fell asleep (I had a lot of tequila). The last time I remember I was just talking to them, the next thing I know, I was already on April’s room. It’s really embarrassing because I was crying and asked them not to leave me. I was also uttering the words “Dili na lage ko ganahan niya, di man sya kasabot…” which means that “I dont like him anymore, he really can’t understand”..

I mean what I say, it’s just that it doesn’t need to be said. hahaha. so embarrassing. But anyway, overall, I enjoyed…  a LOT! ☺☺☺☺

By the way, this was what I wore.





Sinulog ♥♥♥

Sinulog is really one of my most awaited event of the year. It’s a celebration for the feast of Sr. Sto Niño. I was not able to complete the novena mass but at least I was able to attend 1 mass with my friend arvin after we watched the Sinulog sa kabataan sa dakbayan.

For those who don’t know and have no idea what Sinulog festival is and have not attended it yet, you miss half of your life (HAHA). Kidding, anyway, during that day, there’s a grand parade with dancers dancing to the Sinulog beat. The dancer’s are actually contingents of the Sinulog dance contest. There are different floats from different companys, organizations and etc. Local network channel has floats also with their stars on it.

The stars are one of the reason why people watched. But for young people, like me (hehehe) the street party is what we’re up to. There really are a lot of people in the street partying, drinking and making noise. What I enjoyed the most is the “war of paints” as they call it. People bring face paint or body paints and wipe it to their face and body and wipe it to their friend or any other people also. that’s why during sinulog people are really so dirty and full of paints.


Anyway, so what happened was, even before sinulog day, a lot of people would really ask “so where are you going this sinulog” and I’ll just reply “How about you?” and we’ll end up saying, “let’s ho together, ok?” veryone would tell thats to almost everybody. But I went their together with my college friends, the meeting time was 10am but ofcourse, Filipino time, we all met by 2PM. Fuente circle really has a LOT of people to the point that me and my friends can’t almost cross the next street.

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We all then went to Baseline where, I think, everybody meet. I met and encountered a lot of people. We looked for our other friends, which really is so hard since there are really a lot of people, plus the phone network is not working properly so we cannot call some of our friends. So we went to Joan’s apt. which is just near the area, but when we arrived their, nobody’s home, we called her and they were on the the place where were at before we went to her apt. so we went back with drinks on hand.

We then started to look for a place where we can stay and party but it seems that there’s really a lot of people and it’s hard to look for a place where we can settle down. So what we did, we ate first and while waiting for the “liempo” to be cooked, me and some of my friends went to Route stop which is across the street where we planned to eat. Josef and his friends were there together with GF Eliza. We had chit chats with them and went back to eat first.


After we eat, we went to the open place near it with a band and music. We started partying there, and wait, I forgot to tell you that we are full of paints already and so dirty, but it’s a sign that we’re having fun =). What makes us so dirty also is the shower of beer/liquid, people don’t drink beer this time, they shower it, but still, it’s fun.

Aside from my college friends, I was with some friends of friends also like Tam and Joel. They we’re really so game, fun to be with and they’re cute (hahahha). chiro also was there and what’s so shocking is, her GF is my friend’s friend. It’s a small world after all. We we’re with Josef’s friend also, Paul and Michael, they we’re just at the side enjoying their drink. As Paul said, “We’re too old for this shit”. I say, Age is just a number and young is an attitude (HAHAHA). It’s not bad to party, get wasted and have fun sometimes. We only live life once, so make the most out of it.


We went home by around 2am because some of my friends still has work and classes the following day. Thanks to Joan because she let me and pam sleep at her apt.

I really had a lot of FUN and it was the best Sinulog EVER.