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I tried googling my Tumblr account and apparently these appeared:

But whenever I click it, it only shows this:

Weird af.

Anyway, just going through my blog, hoping to post a new one soon. Guess I’m a bit lazy to come up with one, doe.

A day before the Independence. Yes, that’s me.

I was never fond of celebrating MY birthday. I dunno. I guess I grew up that way. Well, to be a kid who had an unfortunate timing for my folk’s salary (too far from the end of the month; 15th isn’t there yet either), I never looked forward for exciting things to happen at this very day.

I didn’t even do the Debut thingy. I was not into “too girly” things. I spent my Debut budget for my first China trip, tagging along my sister, and visiting our Mom there for a month. It was the best birthday celebration, yet it didn’t happen exactly on my birthday. “Twas more of a late celeb.

My sister, the sweetums that she is, liked surprising me, doe. On my 22nd birthday, as I came home, to my surprise, my whole skate crew was there. Yay, celebration!

Since I started working, I spend most of my birthdays: SLEEPING.

Then, this weirdo came along. And I think, my vision of this day is about to change.

Lookie at my very first picture being a TwentyFiveYearOld hoooooman. (Let’s not remind me of my age, shall we?)

I have never been so surprised and touched my whole life.

His mom and two sisters came the day before here in our flat to bring my surprises. I cried. Literally.

Balloons!!!

Megg: Ate, hindi namen alam favorite color mo eh. Kaya red nalang :P

Birthday card!!! Or should I say, BIG ASS birthday card!

Dianne: Ate, pinakanakakatouch diyan yung kay Papa. Hahahaha. Minamadali kasi namen siya kanina eh. :)

(I think I was in grade school when I received my first and last greeting card)

Cheesecake!!!

Tita Kryz: Anak, pasensya na, di yung sa Mary Grace eh. Hehe. 

I have the sweetest second family, don’t I? Lucky me! To top it off, I received my every-year-birthday-call from my Mommy, Step Dad and Sissy. I will never trade these people for anything.

June 11, 2015~~

Yes, to date, this is the best birthday ever! 

***Weirdo, thank you for changing my birthday trend. I am the happiest to be spending this day with you and our babylove, Murd. Thank you for sharing your family with me. You made this so special, I can’t even explain how. I love you. I love you. I love you.

May 14, 2015 

To the man who has never done anything wrong on his birthday, and why mention the other 364 days of the year? *winkwink*

This is the most important day for him, his favorite out of all the days in a year. So, of course, we needed to start his day at exactly 12am. And I prepared this cake for him the night before. (credits to our good friend, Tatay Rain, for waiting and coming over at 12am to snap the photo below, even though he had a flight at 5am)

See here: The happy birthday boy

I was able to convince him to spend his birthday in Binangonan. He only wanted me to cook Beef Caldereta for him. (yes, my ever famous caldereta, which he now considers as a “for-him-only-dish”)

We went to church. Did grocery at Puregold. Menu for tonight: Beef Caldereta, Pork Sisig, Roasted Chicken and Gravy, Grilled Hotdogs. Yaaay, birthday feels!

His mom and Megg picked us up at Puregold and we went directly to their house where the surprise was waiting for him.

It was hard to prepare a surprise for him since we live together. But I was able to put up a very simple one to remember. (thanks to his sisters, Dianne and Megg, and Dianne’s boyfriend, Ian, that helped me with the setup) See the balloons above are for him and for his dad. His dad’s birthday is on the 16th, so we made the surprise for both of them. There were pictures of them and some messages at the back too.

The shy weirdo, as he is, when he saw this, went straight upstairs and changed the topic. (yes, he gets shy with these things and doesn’t know how to react, cutiepie) It was a success. His dad was surprised and happy too when he got home.

We ate all together after. (no pictures for the food since we were all so hungry waiting for tito Boogz to get home. haha~~)

I wish that all of life could feel as good as I feel when I'm with you. I know how important this day is for you, and I promise not to miss any of your birthdays as long as I live.

Thanks for letting me be the imperfection to your life. That's perfect for me.

Why travel alone when you can have an amazing travel buddy?

It was an easy decision to make. We were both exhausted from work~~ (working from home can be exhausting too!) A quick getaway is all we need. To go or not to go – that is the question. And I’m pretty sure you figured out what was our obvious answer.

From a 2-hour bus ride from Gil Puyat to Batangas Port to this 1 and a half hour boat ride from Batangas Port to the White Beach.

Touchdown! (See here our paparazzi friend and us feeling like celebs in ze background)

And of course, for the first night, we decided to chill by the beach.

It was quite a long night for us – beer, chicharon with the best vinegar, manggang hilaw with bagoong and spicy salt, fish crackers, nilagang mani, stroll around the beach, fire dancers, heavy dinner (though not satisfying at all).

We decided to call it a night at around 11:30pm.

Breakfast at 7am the next day was surprisingly a let down too. We can’t understand why the food is just…bad. :(

Choosing of activities – since we were leaving at 4:30pm this day, we unfortunately can’t try everything – yes, island hopping, it is!

Look how happy the weirdo is with this boat ride, can you tell by his smile?

Snorkeling and Fish Feeding~~ Our favorite part of this activity. Yes, I screamed and screamed and screamed while feeding the fish. They were too many!!! AND THEY WERE HUNGRY AF!

There were more beautiful corals and sea creatures we were not able to capture on camera. But in totality, it was majestic!

On to the first island, Sandbar! (a.k.a. the weirdo’s favorite island)

Here, we did a few bottles each. Then swam a bit. This was the same time as the #MayPac fight. (sorry, weirdo, you missed it!) This was the most peaceful island since it was a private one that we were not aware of, or else we could’ve booked here instead. You can literally count the people in here with your two hands. Obvs in the pics below:

Thinking about it now, I name this island, ZOMBIELAND! Yes, just because there were only a few living souls around and thus, my obsession with zombies. Braaaaaains!

Lol. Moving on.

The next island is probably the most boring one.

Too boring that I forgot its name. Oh well. We ate there. And hence our trauma for the Galera food: we only ordered grilled hotdog, salted egg with tomatoes and onion, and rice. (do you see the pattern here? we ordered something that has a standard taste.)

We were supposed to hop on another island, but we ran out of time. We were checking out at our hotel at 12:30pm, and it’s already past 1 o’clock. Bummer!

Check out. Eat. Departure.

We were able to check out at 3pm. We ate for the last time. (you guessed it right, unsatisfied yet again) Our boat back to Batangas port was supposed to leave at 4:30pm but arrived at 5:00pm. Tip: do not take the FSL boat, they are known for being late. ALWAYS. We arrived at the Batangas port at 8pm and took the bus back to Gil Puyat. Then another bus to SM Megamall. FX to Angono. And lastly, tricycle to our humble abode. Arriving safely home at 11pm.

It was one of the most tiring yet best weekend that we had, so far. Besides, this was our 2nd destination together. Rest days well spent, indeed!

That title, doe. Hahaha

Kidding. I think it’s about time to share our love story: How it started and how it’s holding up.

Warning: This will include ugly details from the past.

April 2014~~

After working and saving up for a couple of years, I’ve decided to go back to school to take up what I’ve always loved, Culinary. So I worked at night, and went to school during the day. Hard times. Yes, I needed to keep my job to suffice my education.

Global Culinary and Hospitality Academy~~ ‘Twas the nearest culinary school at the condo I was staying at. My boyfriend at this time was the one who actually found the school. (Yes, I had a boyfriend. We broke up roughly around end of June or early July. I can’t really remember.)

Ex-boyfriend details~~ 1. Been together for a good-almost-3years before break-up 2. Cheated on me 6 times. Last one was Sept2013. Since then, spark was gone.

May 2014~~

J’s birth month. School’s 2nd level. We weren’t close yet. He was the quiet type at school.

June 2014~~

My birth month. I started to go out with my classmates more. I felt happy. I have never felt this genuinely happy for some time now. I started to question the state of my relationship,

why was I even staying when I was already unhappy?

July 2014~~

4th level. Last school level.

Break up

. I gained really close friends from my classmates who were so supportive and caring, that I didn’t really felt down for too long, this included J. Yes, I had the occasional 3 sleepless days and nights. That’s about it. No tears. Maybe because they dried up.

August 2014~~

Resto week

. I had to resign as I cannot juggle work and this school simulation anymore. I needed to stop killing myself. J’s break-up with his girlfriend. J’s compre retake. I was there to support him. I made him a Rubick cake. His ex started to stalk and create lies about me. His sister messaged me to stop posting things about J.

J’s ex-girlfriend details~~ 1. They’ve been together for 5yrs 2. She broke up with him because she didn’t want him talking and hanging out with any of us (especially me), however, he refused because it was resto week, he needed to pass and we were group mates, it was impossible.

September 2014~~

We continued seeing each other. Dating. We were already like a couple but it wasn’t official yet, we wanted to wait. We didn’t wanna rush anything.

Problems started to happen. Things got worse. His ex is psycho. She just won’t stop. His sisters hated me even more and sent me another message about how they didn’t want me to be with him. His mom hated me, too. Yes, this is all because of the psycho’s lies. I decided to almost fight back at one point, and I was made more of a villain, that I was the one who provoked her. The psycho and her friends stalked and said mean things. I had to endure everything and keep silent because I didn’t want his family to hate me even more. They loved her. I had to respect that.

October 2014~~

3 months after MY break-up. (I had to put stress on MY break-up. Because the psycho thought I was bad at simple math as it wasn’t 3months yet from their break-up. To burst her bubble, the 3M rule wasn’t really about her. We didn’t need to show her respect as she didn’t deserve a single drop. And psycho, for the record, if you’re reading this, I eat Math for breakfast. I practically studied Math for quite a longer time than how you can add up.) We decided to make it official despite the problems. It might hurt but what I had in mind is he’s worth it. And yes, I don’t regret my decision.

November 2014~~

If I remember it correctly, this was the time his mom and I became okay. And around end of this month, or early month after this, his sisters.

December 2014~~

We moved in together

. Spent the Christmas and New Year together.

January 2015 to present~~

We continued to live together. Our relationship is not perfect. We have petty fights. But our love for each other is always greater than our mistakes.

April 8, 2015~~

This is today. And this marks our half a year of being together. We don’t celebrate monthsaries as we find it corny. However, he wanted to celebrate this day. We have set our goals and we are reaching them one by one. We’re gonna graduate on May 09, 2015. One step closer to our future, together.

We are not the ordinary couple. We play Dota and video games together. We watch NBA together. We cook and take care of each other. We teach valuable life lessons to each other. We talk when we have arguments.

We have encountered the worst things to date at the early stage of our relationship and who knows, there will still be worse. As long as there are miserable, jealous people who creates stories, they will always bring problems.

Have you ever had moments in life wherein you encounter the most stupid person you can ever imagine? (Not saying I’m smart as fck, but you’ll get what I mean) Well, I had lots, but this one definitely stood out. Taking stupidity to a whole new level.

After months of keeping it on a low key, I’ve decided to blog this “What I should’ve said to her when I had the chance.”.

Let’s start with your obsession for pain. Stalking.

Something you’re really good at, I might say. You followed me on Instagram and Twitter, plus got your friends doing the same adding me on Facebook. Like seriously, do you people even have a life? I’m guessing, na-da! Haha. You even said, “of course I follow you, you’re with my ex!”. Booyah! Said it yourself, and I shall quote, “EX”. Meaning, OVER, DONE, EXPIRED! Try to keep up. And why do I check your accounts back then? With all honesty, I find your obvious misery, very entertaining. (now you know why) It’s just hilarious to see you kill yourself with thoughts and stories that you made up yourself. See reference below:

(yes, I was dead serious when I said that you have a tiny brain. I thought you knew that already? you were all over the place displaying your squatter attitude, weren’t you? someone smart will never do that. so, yes, for argument’s sake -- no, there’s no argument needed there -- you have a tiny brain. and who is “Everyone”? people I don’t know? you think I care for people I don’t even know? why would I even bother? and I ain’t asking for any explanation with what happened with your failed relationship, because again missy, I DON’T CARE. I was stupid to disregard other people’s feelings and “relationships” for my selfish needs? you’re confusing me with yourself here. weren’t you the one disregarding the feelings of your ex-boyfriend’s family whom you knew for 5 years by posting mean lies about your ex-boyfriend all through social media? weren’t you the one who threatened your ex-boyfriend not to go to Pasay anymore? oh yeah, because why? because he might physically get hurt? did you think about his family when you told him that or were you just thinking about your own selfish needs? weren’t you the one who kept hitting him outside SM Megamall when you wanted your “closure” on the day that his family invited you for a dinner out because it was his sister’s birthday celebration? did you think about them, then? let me straighten up your bent ideas here a little bit, CONSIDERATION is for people that you know and not random people who you don’t even know but just keeps dipping in to other people’s business. Do-you-un-der-stand? btw, what’s your real spelling of the R word there? there’s always Google, you might want to check that first before you try hard to insult somebody. I don’t accept insults with wrong spellings, grammar and vocabulary.)

Oh, and before you make fun of how I look, I would just like to remind you of that time that he sent you all the way back to Pasay alone when you had a date with him in Trinoma because you look ugly as fck and he can’t even stand to be beside you. And that he never allows you to wear shorts because of the “coins” all over your legs. You might wanna rethink how you address my physical features and just state the obvs truth because for the record, I haven’t been sent home for the way I look, and that will never happen to me. How embarrassing.

Next we have, your ability to put the blame on others.

Blaming me for your failed 5-year relationship just ain’t cutting it. YOU were the one who broke up with him, remember? Hello, earth to your brain? And you of all people must know that THAT is something he doesn’t like. Instead, you push with the thought that he cheated on you and even made that story headline for you and your friends to chew on. And how can I forget you messaging one of our friends, too, “Thank you for ruining a relationship”. Oh boohoo! Hahaha

Your insanity and paranoia.

You hacked all his accounts and unfollowed me on them. Good skills you got, not good enough when I changed all his passwords, doe. Accusing him that we had sex already. Now, that’s funny. Not because you’re a nymph, doesn’t mean everyone else is. Haha. Oh, does your mom know? That one time when she wasn’t at home and you called him over for a booty call? Oopsie, I forgot, she’s strict about that, the reason why he can only sleep on the couch, right? It might disappoint her to find out that you’re kinda a sex addict, wouldn’t it? Yeah, and that last “closure” you had with him in SM Mega, you saying that you guys should just check-in at a motel because you felt horny. Oh and you asking for a break up sex. Hahaha. He didn’t give in, did he? Because we were seeing each other later that night. Must be a bummer for you. Ring a bell to mommy, I think you need help. Lol.

My ever-so-favorite, your bipolar characteristic. Your disease.

One day, you’re ripping out your lungs mad at him. Next day, you're begging him. That you’re okay with just being his number2. So desperate. You call him everyday either screaming at him saying he’s a devil or what-not or again, begging for him to comeback. Which is not likely to happen. Ever. Go see a shrink.

Liar, liar, your pants is on fire.

Haha. Yup, I won’t miss pointing out your lying capabilities to use other people, specifically his family and friends. When you told his family that you haven’t spoken about your break up yet, you needed closure, but that already happened lots of times. (Yes, I have your text messages to prove it) You were just so eager to hold on that you kept making lies after lies. That story you told his mom about me being a home wrecker because my ex already had a child and a family? Haha. Background check, major fail! You telling his sisters that I’m a bad influence, well in fact, it’s the other way around. Yes, I know about your gambling problems and your loan that you spent for getting drunk and more gambling. But you don’t have money, do you? Of course you don’t. You needed his mom to pay for your enrollment. They don’t know, do they? That you’re the one who pulls him in to all those drinking sessions, then you get all messy drunk and he has to take you home even though your mom and dad doesn’t like him staying, so he had to go home late even if it’s not safe anymore. And you were too drunk to even give a damn. I’m the bad influence here when all I did was help him pass school? Oh, puh-lease. Your twisted stories. Real deal: You were trying to use his family (especially his sisters) and his friends, even making him look bad, to get what you want. Ain’t that so selfish?

Lastly, you and your friends, what tiny brains you have. Birds with the same feathers, flock together. Indeed.

(again, who were you referring to as “Everyone”? your “friends”? you think igaf? and by the way, having a rebound is only when you can’t move on from your past relationship, and wasn’t it very obvious that he didn’t need a lot of time to get over you? he actually didn’t need any time at all. just so you know, IT WAS A RELIEF FOR HIM TO NOT BE CALLED YOUR BOYFRIEND ANYMORE. don’t believe me? you should’ve asked him yourself, or I think you already did, you just can’t accept that. pity. and puh-lease, you never had the courage to tag me. oh yeah, R.I.P to your English skills!)

Fun fact #1: Your friend/work buddy who used to be his friend/classmate, on one of their drinking sessions, told him to sleep beside one of the girls and do “you-know-what”. Fun fact #2: Did you know that one of your super close friends messaged him saying that it was okay for you guys to break up and that she would even stay in the middle and not take a side? Haha. Ask your friend in the comment section on the pic above. All you guys can come up with are physical insults, which is very kid-like, and I think you were referring to yourselves. No mirror at home? Yes? Yes! Fun fact #3: You and your friends talk about each other behind your backs. And no one is mature enough to tell if someone is doing something wrong, but instead, stick your noses to other people’s lives. Oh yes, you have lots of “friends” you can DEFINITELY trust. Good for you.

I sincerely hope that you stay miserable your whole life after all this shit you did. Or at least, for a very long time. Let karma fck you up your ass, bigtime.

Anyway, you can call me whatever you want, a whore, boyfriend stealer, but I will never be you, a pathetic, delusional, EX-girlfriend.

Have you ever had moments in life wherein you encounter the most stupid person you can ever imagine? (Not saying I’m smart as fck, but you’ll get what I mean) Well, I had lots, but this one definitely stood out. Taking stupidity to a whole new level.

After months of keeping it on a low key, I’ve decided to blog this “What I should’ve said to her when I had the chance.”.

Let’s start with your obsession for pain. Stalking. Something you’re really good at, I might say. You followed me on Instagram and Twitter, plus got your friends doing the same adding me on Facebook. Like seriously, do you people even have a life? I’m guessing, na-da! Haha. You even said, “of course I follow you, you’re with my ex!”. Booyah! Said it yourself, and I shall quote, “EX”. Meaning, OVER, DONE, EXPIRED! Try to keep up. And why do I check your accounts back then? With all honesty, I find your obvious misery, very entertaining. (now you know why) It’s just hilarious to see you kill yourself with thoughts and stories that you made up yourself.

Next we have, your ability to put the blame on others. Blaming me for your failed 5-year relationship just ain’t cutting it. YOU were the one who broke up with him, remember? Hello, earth to your brain? And you of all people must know that THAT is something he doesn’t like. Instead, you push with the thought that he cheated on you and even made that story headline for you and your friends to chew on. And how can I forget you messaging one of our friends, too, “Thank you for ruining a relationship”. Oh boohoo! Hahaha

Your insanity and paranoia. You hacked all his accounts and unfollowed me on them. Good skills you got, not good enough when I changed all his passwords, doe. Accusing him that we had sex already. Now, that’s funny. Not because you’re a nymph, doesn’t mean everyone else is. Haha. Oh, does your mom know? That one time when she wasn’t at home and you called him over for a booty call? Oopsie, I forgot, she’s strict about that, the reason why he can only sleep on the couch, right? It might disappoint her to find out that you’re kinda a sex addict, wouldn’t it? Yeah, and that last “closure” you had with him in SM Mega, you saying that you guys should just check-in at a motel because you felt horny. Oh and you asking for a break up sex. Hahaha. He didn’t give in, did he? Because we were seeing each other later that night. Must be a bummer for you. Ring a bell to mommy, I think you need help. Lol.

My ever-so-favorite, your bipolar characteristic. Your disease. One day, you’re ripping out your lungs mad at him. Next day, your begging him. That you’re okay with just being his number2. So desperate. You call him everyday either screaming at him saying he’s a devil or what-not or again, begging for him to comeback. Which is not likely to happen. Ever. Go see a shrink.

Liar, liar, your pants is on fire. Haha. Yup, I won’t miss pointing out your lying capabilities to use other people, specifically his family and friends. When you told his family that you haven’t spoken about your break up yet, you needed closure, but that already happened lots of times. (Yes, I have your text messages to prove it) You were just so eager to hold on that you kept making lies after lies. That story you told his mom about me being a home wrecker because my ex already had a child and a family? Haha. Background check, major fail! You telling his sisters that I’m a bad influence, well in fact, it’s the other way around. Yes, I know about your gambling problems and your loan that you spent for getting drunk and more gambling. But you don’t have money, do you? Of course you don’t. You needed his mom to pay for your enrollment. They don’t know, do they? That you’re the one who pulls him in to all those drinking sessions, then you get all messy drunk and he has to take you home even though your mom and dad doesn’t like him staying, so he had to go home late even if it’s not safe anymore. And you were too drunk to even give a damn. I’m the bad influence here when all I did was help him pass school? Oh, puh-lease. Your twisted stories. Real deal: You were trying to use his family (especially his sisters) and his friends, even making him look bad, to get what you want. Ain’t that so selfish?

Lastly, you and your friends, what tiny brains you have. Birds with the same feathers, flock together. Indeed. Fun fact #1: Your friend/work buddy who used to be his friend/classmate, on one of their drinking sessions, told him to sleep beside one of the girls and do “you-know-what”. Fun fact #2: Did you know that one of your super close friends messaged him saying that it was okay for you guys to break up and that she would even stay in the middle and not take a side? Haha. Ask your friend. All you guys can come up with are physical insults, which is very kid-like, and I think you were referring to yourselves. No mirror at home? Yes? Yes! Fun fact #3: You and your friends talk about each other behind your backs. And no one is mature enough to tell if someone is doing something wrong, but instead, stick your noses to other people’s lives. Oh yes, you have lots of “friends” you can DEFINITELY trust. Good for you.

I sincerely hope that you stay miserable your whole life after all this shit you did. Or at least, for a very long time. Let karma fck you up your ass, bigtime.

Anyway, you can call me whatever you want, a whore, boyfriend stealer, but I will never be you, a pathetic, delusional, EX-girlfriend.