I never knew perfection till I heard you speak and now it kills me just to hear you say the simple things.

When will I stop blogging non-sense stuffs about him? UGH! I hate this...

Ironic

That fucking moment when you thought twas his bestfriend who is behind in his every status and tweets, but it's NOT. It was another lucky girl. And I know her. A friend of friend. Cool, huh? -.- And I hate her. I hate her for being loved by him. Period. 

I bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about. And she's got everything that I have to live without. 

Friends, lovers or nothing, there can only be one. Friends, lovers or nothing, we'll never be the in between, so give it up.

RED \M/

JSYK

Years from now, I can see you playing on the PBA like what you've been dreaming of. I can even see you play on the Philippine team. I can see you very busy on your training, games, commercials and endorsements because you're going to be the best player above all. I can see how you stand out among the others. I can see you having dinner and celebrating your birthday with your fans just like what the other players do because your fans love you. I can see you having injuries and I can see your frustrations every time you lose games. I can see how you answer when the commentators interview you for being the best player of the game. I can see how the people cheer and shout every time you hold and shoot the ball. I can see how happy you are when you win the game. I can see how you get mad to our opponents and how aggressive you are just to win. I can see how you ignore and deal to your haters whenever they bash or trash-talk you. I can see how fast you gain your followers on twitter and how you try your best to reply to them. I can see banners, twitter accounts, fan pages of your fans club. I can see you buying a new car and house for your family. I can see them, especially your mom and dad happy as you are. Years from now, you already reached your dreams. I can see how happy and contented you are. I can see the both of you happy with your "little you" and "little her" running towards you after the game and how you carry and kiss them and how thankful you are because you have them and you couldn't ask for more aside from winning. Years from now, you're there, playing. And me? At home, watching you play on tv, cheering, shouting, affected and worrying like I am HER. I'm at home with bullshits inside me and wishing that I was the one who's there on the patron box and not her. That I was the one you will greet in national tv every time you win a game. That I was the reason that you're thankful for. That I was the one with you through your achievements and tough times. If I was HER, I would surely be the happiest person alive next to you! But I am not and probably not going to be. And the feeling sucks.. bigtime. I can see you happy years from now, but not with me. But I'd still be happy and proud of you. And your No.1 fan. Always. I promise. xx

I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU... AND ALL YOUR LITTLE THINGS. ♥

This. Now. Please.

Craving for Happy Lemon's Cocoa with rock salt & cheese. Huhu. My new addiction. Can someone bring me this now? I'll love you forever. Swear! Haha. :( 

Girlfriends♥

His sister's beautiful, he got his father's eyes. If you ask me if I love him, I'd lie. First thought when I wake up is, "My God he's beautiful", so I put on my make up and pray for a miracle.