May 24, 2013
yelyahwilliams:

yeas:


They had never met before, but decided to hug it out in the middle of an airport terminal.


omg stop

Oh my gah

yelyahwilliams:

yeas:

They had never met before, but decided to hug it out in the middle of an airport terminal.

omg stop

Oh my gah

(Source: 9gag)

May 15, 2013

Zedd + food. (part two)

i’ll just reblog anton to make me happy. hah.

(Source: sebastianvettels, via fuckyeahantonzaslavski)

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Filed under: zedd 
May 15, 2013

i was typing in some long romantic note for my boyfriend, but i deleted it because they were words lifted directly from a conversation i had with another boy i once thought i was in love with. although this certain boy made me laugh, cry, feel things i’ll probably never feel ever again, he wasn’t really in love with me. his words made me feel like a million lights, sparkling in the sky, his words set me on fire, and up to today, i partially enjoy re-reading every burn, listening to every song we composed together.

in the end, i realized that words don’t actually mean anything. whenever i say things to my boyfriend, i wonder if i actually do mean it (because jude never really meant his words towards me).

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Filed under: personal rant 
May 12, 2013

the beach, my boyfriend, summer, and a plan to open a 420 friendly cafe. :)

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Filed under: personal 420 summer boyfie lame 
May 4, 2013

i feel like i’ve already fallen so madly to the point that i’ll never feel like that again.

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Filed under: thoughts 
May 1, 2013
although this photo shouldn’t count because it was taken in december, i’d just like to say i’m 22 years old now and this is my 4th birthday on tumblr!~
i’m not so sure where to begin with what has been going on in my life, but i’ll try to get as much of it in just to satisfy your curiosity (if you are, that is). it’s short. i’ve re-read this a couple of times.
if i had known that i would make such a strange and awkwardly permanent move, i would have planned it better - i would have had a nice dinner with friends, i would have packed nicer clothes, i would have sold all my old bags, i would have told kc i have always had a crush on him (because i will forever wonder what his face would be like from my crazy confession), i would have given andrew my pen tablet, i would have spent more time with kuya, i would have told my parents ahead of time, i would have given sean and camz more of my old stuff when i was packing (haha!), i would have had one more fucking jolly hotdog, i would have held niki in the tightest embrace that last night we had dinner - and the list honestly goes on.
i took a vacation to see j - and when i did i was so depressed and crazy and all these raging emotions tossed me back and forth into other men, other strangers, other forms of temporary warmth. my parents knew what was up and shipped me to the conservative boundaries of canada, hence why i’m currently in vancouver, bc (still dreaming and craving for the crazy that is california).
i live with my boyfriend which i am not ashamed of and am honestly confused as to why that would bother anyone - i mean, if you had a chance to have someone you love live with you, would you say no?
i work for a huge company in bc, so i’m not entirely sure how i’ll want to settle for salary lower than what i make if i do decide to move back to manila. i’m saving up for a (better) car, an apartment, some savings here and there for anthony and i one day, and capital to start a chocolate cafe back at home (because ultimately, that is home and i’d want my kids to study in manila some day - even cooler if they all looked like me but had blue eyes!)
i feel like i always have to explain myself these days because i don’t have that many people to talk to. i’ve been to some classes, yes; i do have workmates, yes - but friends back at home feel more real. i feel like i’m the funniest, the most annoying, and the most friendly when i speak in filipino - when i have lame conyo moments.
i remember how i had my first date with a filipino who said online that he was “spanish 1/4 filipino” my translation was: ohh cool. he’s spanish, “okay, let’s meet up at scarborough station” (i lived in toronto btw and scarborough was a 2 hour train. wtf). i honestly forgot his face, i know so mean of me! but his name was adam and i googled him and he was one of the whatever basketball players in the philippines. anyway, back to the point, he actually meant he was 1/4 spanish! so during the date i was like, “uhm, adam, you’re 1/4 filipino? do you speak tagalog” and he said, “haha what? no 1/4 spanish, at oo” me, “walang hiya ka. lahat naman tayo ‘spanish’ - I’VE NEVER DATED ASIANS K”
but i swear, if i could just find my old sim card back then, haha that was the best date ever. it feels amazing to connect with filipinos. it’s just sort of sad that he felt more like a cousin than actual person i’d see myself dating again. maybe that’s why i stopped talking to him (and i let him think that my name was alex the whole time).
i don’t know why i just shared that.
i teared up a little just now thinking about my family. it’s going to be almost a year since i graduated, since i escaped that fantasy that maybe j and i could be together.
anyway… all i know is that, it’s nice to be a little older. aside from gerard, i’ve always been around older people since i moved (anthony’s 26) - so i feel like since i’m only 22, i have SO MUCH more experiences ahead of me (heck i don’t care if i turn 26 right now, that’s still young to me!)
but until my next crazy thing (i hit a car, i left a tiny, tiny scratch and they’re charging me at least 2K so nothing crazy soon), later foos.

although this photo shouldn’t count because it was taken in december, i’d just like to say i’m 22 years old now and this is my 4th birthday on tumblr!~

i’m not so sure where to begin with what has been going on in my life, but i’ll try to get as much of it in just to satisfy your curiosity (if you are, that is). it’s short. i’ve re-read this a couple of times.

if i had known that i would make such a strange and awkwardly permanent move, i would have planned it better - i would have had a nice dinner with friends, i would have packed nicer clothes, i would have sold all my old bags, i would have told kc i have always had a crush on him (because i will forever wonder what his face would be like from my crazy confession), i would have given andrew my pen tablet, i would have spent more time with kuya, i would have told my parents ahead of time, i would have given sean and camz more of my old stuff when i was packing (haha!), i would have had one more fucking jolly hotdog, i would have held niki in the tightest embrace that last night we had dinner - and the list honestly goes on.

i took a vacation to see j - and when i did i was so depressed and crazy and all these raging emotions tossed me back and forth into other men, other strangers, other forms of temporary warmth. my parents knew what was up and shipped me to the conservative boundaries of canada, hence why i’m currently in vancouver, bc (still dreaming and craving for the crazy that is california).

i live with my boyfriend which i am not ashamed of and am honestly confused as to why that would bother anyone - i mean, if you had a chance to have someone you love live with you, would you say no?

i work for a huge company in bc, so i’m not entirely sure how i’ll want to settle for salary lower than what i make if i do decide to move back to manila. i’m saving up for a (better) car, an apartment, some savings here and there for anthony and i one day, and capital to start a chocolate cafe back at home (because ultimately, that is home and i’d want my kids to study in manila some day - even cooler if they all looked like me but had blue eyes!)

i feel like i always have to explain myself these days because i don’t have that many people to talk to. i’ve been to some classes, yes; i do have workmates, yes - but friends back at home feel more real. i feel like i’m the funniest, the most annoying, and the most friendly when i speak in filipino - when i have lame conyo moments.

i remember how i had my first date with a filipino who said online that he was “spanish 1/4 filipino” my translation was: ohh cool. he’s spanish, “okay, let’s meet up at scarborough station” (i lived in toronto btw and scarborough was a 2 hour train. wtf). i honestly forgot his face, i know so mean of me! but his name was adam and i googled him and he was one of the whatever basketball players in the philippines. anyway, back to the point, he actually meant he was 1/4 spanish! so during the date i was like, “uhm, adam, you’re 1/4 filipino? do you speak tagalog” and he said, “haha what? no 1/4 spanish, at oo” me, “walang hiya ka. lahat naman tayo ‘spanish’ - I’VE NEVER DATED ASIANS K”

but i swear, if i could just find my old sim card back then, haha that was the best date ever. it feels amazing to connect with filipinos. it’s just sort of sad that he felt more like a cousin than actual person i’d see myself dating again. maybe that’s why i stopped talking to him (and i let him think that my name was alex the whole time).

i don’t know why i just shared that.

i teared up a little just now thinking about my family. it’s going to be almost a year since i graduated, since i escaped that fantasy that maybe j and i could be together.

anyway… all i know is that, it’s nice to be a little older. aside from gerard, i’ve always been around older people since i moved (anthony’s 26) - so i feel like since i’m only 22, i have SO MUCH more experiences ahead of me (heck i don’t care if i turn 26 right now, that’s still young to me!)

but until my next crazy thing (i hit a car, i left a tiny, tiny scratch and they’re charging me at least 2K so nothing crazy soon), later foos.

April 28, 2013
photolog

it’s been awhile back since i’ve taken time to post anything on this blog. i’m not so sure what was holding me back - work? school? my boyfriend? haha, or just myself in general, probably? i like looking back at memories - but i feel quite sad that my memories are reduced to the resolution of my iphone. when my lover comes back from his trip out of town, i’ll be using my dslr more. i’ve had that camera since 2004, and i still love it in and out (well, i can use mark’s 7D while he’s gone, haha!)

anyway, these are in descending order as sorted in my dropbox. thanks for looking :)  

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i decided to buy myself a guitar today. it’s fender because i’ve always dreamt of vintage telecasters.

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here’s my smug face. i forgot what conversation i was having with anthony but that’s supposedly my pissed off face.

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kits beach, “oh man, are we walking to the sunset, hand-in-hand?”

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my boyfriend, who i met the night i posted an entry on october 24. who would have known.

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fat burger moments with mr. crazy

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my crazy monthly purchases (it’s a pay day curse)

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anthony, who joined me at some ateneo alumni gathering. man, my face got fatter for sure, and i can’t believe how much of a brunette i am now :/

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my face, which looks best with a bright filter on.

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my butt looks deflated due to the skirt and my arms are too macho for my life.

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…right? (don’t mind the mess)

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facetime-ing my parents while i do the dishes

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me looking at makeup, but not buying - since i don’t have space for it :<

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my mom facetime-ing anthony and i

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yogurt at oakridge. hmmm… craving all of a sudden!

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i’m still wondering why i don’t have that many pictures in seattle! anyway, this is in banapple with anthony and my favorite appetizerrrrsss

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my ghetto boyfriend and i. haha.

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along beach avenue. i forgot the name of this beach - but it was packed that one long weekend. the sun was out, how rare!

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i wouldn’t swim in there though.

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stanley park/sea wall jogging with anthony (have you noticed that he’s my only friend?!) and my yummy lululemon gear. i’m super lame.

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baby chew, a 2-year old bichon frise that anthony and i have shared custody of.

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a picture of anthony asking me to hold his hand while he walks alone and on his way to my office

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kissing my eye

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rare lunches where i try my best to go on a diet. i never actually last as much as i used to.

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hmmmm canada dry. it’s basically sprite - but i have no clue why i can’t say no to this!

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my fat face and my pretty boy

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roll your own sushi rolls! my favorite place fo sure! (yes, that’s corn toppings but no, those are his!)

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seeing my poster all over town. awlriiight.

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started working under Itron for BC Hydro. we basically deal with everyone’s smart meters (think energy meters but are read through wifi). it’s some sort of billion dollar project i awkwardly applied for off of craigslist. luckyy

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mk bag my dad got me for valentines. haven’t used this one yet! i feel bad i just got the mini red one! couldn’t help myself!

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my gas-wasting 1991 mazda, which brings me places, so meh, it’s alright.

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and lastly, my monthly/bi-weekly toy store shopping with anthony :)

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