06 October, 2012


Patterns, makes me fall in love;
Deeper and deeper. 

Been so long..
Busy at work.
Don't have time to open my laptop and I've even deleted my Facebook
Account, because I don't find it helpful or what.

Isn't this Dress is awesome? :)


28 June, 2012



It's black and white.
My favorite
I love the fact that I can do my hair, make-up, shots, theme, on my own!
Can you dig it? :)
I won't give a fuck, itchy Bitch!

23 May, 2012



French braid bun.
Isn't cute?
I can do it on my hair, that's why I did it to my little cousin, Rich. :)

14 May, 2012


Our race is called "The Masochistic Race" because Filipinos obviously enjoy being tormented. They say that struggle is where the humor is. Either we are crazy or just being very optimistic. We can find joy in the worst possible situations. And I could say that the simplest fun we can have includes eating three times a day, and that's on the good day. Those who experienced or experiencing this are the lucky ones, because they can afford to eat three times or more in a day. 'Cause as we all know, in this country not everyone can.

Problems are everywhere. When I turn on the television, I see troubles. When I go out, I see and hear people exchanging bad words, complaining and fighting.

For struggling people such as ourselves, we seek solace in places or people who could make our frowns turn upside down. Call it an oasis, call it a break, or call it a sweet escape. But sometimes all we need is "someone" who could be there on our side through thick and thin.

* * *

And that's what Laura needs.

Laura is an orphan. She didn't even get a chance to meet, see, and be with her real parents arms. Though she's with a family right now, she can't call it a family because her so called "parents" did nothing but to hurt her emotionally and much even worst, physically. And it kills her a person. That results her to blame God. "If you love me, why do I have to experience all of this things? Why do you have to give me such parents who wasn't really taking care of me?" She said.

It was Tuesday evening, she wanted to go out, but it's raining. Unfortunately, that heavy rain doesn't stop her. She ran under the loud clashes of thunder and the unbearable weight of rain. Laura is running so fast, faster than she think she could. By doing it so, she could no longer feel her feet touching the ground. In that moment, she wanted to die.

She was restless...
"I needed shelter. Chill was already seething on my skin. I know I spent long hours soaked under the rain. I don't want to go home now, but I do have nowhere else to go." She said. Laura then saw an appartel at the end of the street, but she doesn't have money. 

A few minutes later...
While driving at the metro, Chris noticed Laura. Chris is a freelance photographer, and working in a big company. He is a very close friend of Laura.

Chris asked the woman, if she would love to go with him. And spend the whole night in Chris's place. "Yes. I really need someone to talk too. Thank you!!" Laura said.

(In the car.... they talked about Laura's problem)
(Just arrived after an hour)

While Chris were on the kitchen preparing snacks and coffee for Laura; the woman looks tired but she was at ease. 

While holding the coffee and snacks, Chris came with that childish smile on his face. Laura don't even know whether to embarrassed on Chris's acts or what. But she opted not to. Because she'd been down that she can no longer endure more pain.

Chris bring out his camera and took a stolen shot of Laura's face, shortly after this woman chewed her first bite on the sandwich. Then Chris laughed so hard. Laura asked him, "What the ***  laughing was for?!" Chris told her that she got mayonnaise spread on her cheek. Then Laura laughed the hardest. Not for the sense of annoyance, neither to partially dispatched from the depths she's experiencing. But for the most wonderful moment, she felt an incredible sense of security with Chris.

(Laura has a big admiration towards Chris. So this Man. ----But they prefer not to open and talk about it, just for the sake of their friendship.)

The next morning, Chris prepare breakfast in bed for Laura.
Laura was taken by aback. She was staring at Chris's face. (Smiling) "Such a sweet guy..." She whispered.

While eating...
Chris told Laura that he will be joining a national photography contest; where photographs should never be altered digitally. They thought of where they could find such? Suddenly, Chris told Laura 'if he could use Laura's picture as his entry'.
"Is there something unusual with that picture of mine?" Laura asked with a sarcastic tone. 
"Yeah. Remember I took a picture of you last night munching the sandwich?" He said.
"Yes, is there something special with that?" She ask with a frown.
"Well yeah, there is a white cloud-like entity behind you on that picture" He explained. And that actually look like a huge hand. What a wonderful effect! I cannot create something like that on Adobe, it looks so real! He paused. That could look like someone wanted to snatch your sandwich away. Great!" He explained.

Laura shuddered.
She felt the ease of crying, so she cried. Without even knowing what for.
She remember, she questioned God once. Blaming and asking, why do her parents hurt her? And her real parents abandoned her?

(Chris was out of the story)

Laura then realized that God never leave her. God is with her through happiness and sorrow. People might hurt her and leave her, but God will always be there on her side. Sometimes, God distant himself from us, for us to draw closer to him. There is always a God we can talk with and open our lungs and hearts out!


(So, can I call this a short story? Hihi. You judge!)

The reason why I wrote this kinda heatfelt/romance is because, I don't know! Haha.
Maybe? I just wanted to highlight how important to have "someone" you can talk with, without hesitation. You can laugh and cry in front of him, you're just being you. You don't think much of "acceptance" because you know for a fact that whatever you do, whoever you are, he'll accept you. And to realized that if the world hates you, there is always a God who loves you. Only God knows what's ahead of you. But you can be sure he will always be there. He will not abandon you, as what Laura's parents did. God will help her through it. 

I can't think of a good title! :/

Lemme know your thoughts.
This is the first short story that I wrote. Sarry, kinda "fast forward" scene. Yay!

07 May, 2012


Hey hey!

I'm a good KISSer!
KISSKeep It Short & Simple

Listen here, click ---> SOUNDCLOUD ♥
Feel it, feel it, feel it! :P

30 April, 2012


Everyone's trying to get inside, but I don't let anyone. My life is closed and no one is allowed in. I don't know what I look like, and what they think about me. But this is what I want. I look for meaning, but I haven't found anything. All I found is more questions. Question like, "History repeats itself?" Shit happens, but on different people. Something stupid. I know I'm not the only one experiencing this one. Many out there are facing foolish, fucking nuts people. Really hard to deal with. 

They are like "Egg of an Ostrich"; look so perfect outside, but smells bad inside. I should say, some people are Ostrich. They dressed-up so perfect, and make people around, drawn to them. (not intentionally) 

How would you know if a person has a good intention? If he looks perfect? Cool? If he talks in a natural way? Smiles? I can't find any fucking answer! Shits repeats itself! Look so damn good, but when you get to know them more, oh !@#$. At first they make effort/s on how to get you, once they made it, they will get something from you. If you know what I mean.

To be continued... I'm sleepy. lol

29 April, 2012


Have you ever met someone  who is just a stranger, and fall in love within minutes, hours, or days? And when you're getting to know more about this person, your feelings get stronger and stronger as you talk together? Have you?

Thinking of tonight;
There's nowhere else I want to be,
Sitting beside you, staring at me.
Whether I like it or not,
Your ghost haunts me.
I can't sleep.
You're in my thoughts
Even when I close my eyes,
Your face is what I see.
What is it that you have
That makes me wonder?
Oh.. Stranger.

This stranger has my heart in his hands, he has my happiness on his lips, and he has me in his soul.

22 April, 2012


Grow Up!
We are not meant to remain as children!

Many of us, people, grow older but never grow up. Some are stuck in perpetual spiritual infancy, remaining diapers and booties. The main reason is that, they never really intended to grow. Growing actually takes an intentional commitment. We must want to grow, decide to grow, make an effort to grow and persist in growing.  And for us to do that, we should stop thinking immature thoughts, which are self-centered and self-seeking. Babies by nature are completely selfish, right? They only think of themselves and their own needs. They are obviously incapable of giving; they only receive. Unfortunately, many of us never grow in that kind of thinking. While other people start thinking maturely, which focuses on others not merely of themselves. Because thinking about other people is the mark of maturity. (You love other people, you care about them, you easily forgive them and you are being considerable with regards of their actions.)

Nothing shapes our life more than the commitments we choose to make. Our commitments can develop us or can destroy us, but either way, they will define us. For all you guys know, we become what we are committed to. Like, "tell me what you are committed to, and I'll tell you what you will be in ten years." Other people make half-hearted commitments, which leads to frustration and mediocrity. While others make a full commitments to their goals, such as becoming wealthy or famous, and end up disappointed and bitter. We must know that there are external consequences on every decision we make, so we better choose wisely.

Friends, we should let go some old routines, develop some new habits and intentionally change the way we think.

"It is never too late to start growing."

12 April, 2012


Our "Precious Possession; TIME"

We have only just a minute,
only sixty seconds in it.
Forced upon us, can't refuse it;
didn't seek it, didn't choose it;
But it's up to us to use it.
We must suffer if we lose it,
give account if we abuse it.
It is only just a minute,
But eternity is in it.

The importance of things can be measured by how much time we are willing to invest in them. The more time we give to something, the more we reveal its importance and value to us. If any of us wanted to know a person's priorities, we just have to look at how they use their time. Time is our precious gift because we only have a set amount of it. We can make more money, but we can't make more time. When we give someone our time, it only means that we are giving them a portion of our life that we'll never get back. 


It is not enough to say relationships are important, we must prove it by investing time in them. The essence of love is not what we think or do for others, but how much we give ourselves.

Some people don't understand this scenario; "A Man provide everything to his Family, and yet asking himself; What more could they want?" Well basically he doesn't know if he's doing it  right. His Family want him! His eyes, ears, time, attention, presence and focus. Nothing can take the place of that. Because the most desired gift of love is not diamonds, roses, or chocolates, but it is focused attention. Hence, when we give our time, we are making a sacrifice, and that sacrifice is the essence of love.