Birthday Books Giveway. (True Believer, At First Sight, Safe Haven and The Best of Me all by Nicholas Sparks.)

  • You don’t need to follow me, just reblog this without deleting the text post.
  • Message me which book you prefer, only one (1) book. This means I will be picking 4 random bloggers.
  • For Philippine residents only, willing to entrust to me his/her name and complete address, shipping fee will be charged to me don’t worry. 
  • Your Tumblr Ask must be open, I’ll contact you right after I chose the winner.

4 Winners will be announce and I will message them on August 11 (my birthday). Hahaha, first time to so I’m not sure kung maraming magpaparticipate. I just want to giveaway these good books, sayang if they’ll be stuck in our minilibrary. 

"I want to get
drunk with the
thought of you
loving me.
But I decided
to stay sober
for the sake of


How the hell did I even start to like you? That, I cannot remember. But the feeling, yes, I can. You were there, I saw you. I guess you did not notice me. Who am I to be noticed by someone like you? You stand out, I do not. You are special, I am not.

I know that I would like you since the very start. There’s something you that captured my heart. It’s amazing. Love is amazing. YOU are amazing.

I stared at you for seconds, then I looked away, afraid that you might catch me. For a split second, I thought you looked back. I looked at you again, and I saw you looking in the opposite direction, far from mine.

From that moment, I knew that I like you, and I had clung on to that feeling tighter than the usual. I do not know if this is healthy or not, but I don’t care. I like you, that’s what I care.

"To love is easy,
to forgive is hard.
To smile is light,
whether faked
or not."

I was so busy with my subjects for the past few days. They consumed my weekend. The result? I have colds now. I do feel sick. Nooooooooooooo.

Posted 1 day ago + reblog

savior of the wizarding world everyone

POWHIRI 2014 // July 18, 2014.

It was my first time to fully attend the annual Powhiri, also known as the Freshmen Welcome, at UE Manila. I’ve been studying there for almost 3 years already, but this was the only chance that I had.

I was with my 3rd year Journalism blockmates. After our Phil. Lit class, we gathered around Batibot. By 6PM, we went to SFC quadrangle. I went with them when they covered the event for their Photojournalism subject (I can’t take that yet this semester. ;____;). We were greeted there with people running, all because of their desire to avoid the mud and the muddy people at the center of the quadrangle. It was hilarious.

We—-Me, Ate Jeng, Ate Lynx and Patrick—-got separated with our other blockmates, but were reunited with them soon. We waited for almost two hours, I think, for the main attraction of the night: Silent Sanctuary.

I fought hard with my claustrophobia, and I nearly won. But for my own safety, I decided to back off a little with my friends. I searched for a comfortable place for me then I took pictures and a video with the band performing.

I went home earlier than them because I was with my bestfriend Angelo. He was such a true friend to me, he even went back to UE because he was worried for me (my blockmates were decided to finish the whole Powhiri, and I can’t, because I was worried with my travel from school to home).

Thank You, Lord, for this day. I had so much fun!

Posted 4 days ago + reblog


Reasons why im a bad friend:

• i get too attached

• i will complain about all my problems to you

i will snap at you by accident one day, causing you to hate me

i need to be reassured periodically CONSTANTLY that you dont think im annoying

• i am annoying

• im boring

• i dont know how to keep the conversation going

• i get emotional after midnight and will probably tell you something that could make you think differently of me

There were really those times when I’m having difficulties in explaining using my native language, and I feel so ashamed for myself. I was actually not raised to be speaking in English, but I am really conscious with my Filipino grammar. Sometimes, it would really feel or sound so wrong for me. It’s ridiculous, I know.