My masterpiece. :D My masterpiece. :D

My masterpiece. :D

75% done. :D:D 75% done. :D:D

75% done. :D:D

Am almost done. Whew. :) Am almost done. Whew. :)

Am almost done. Whew. :)

The Right Path

Agnes - agnostic, she doesn’t go to church but believes that a certain God exists.

Blessie - goes to church only on days before Sinulog and on her birthday to ask for blessings.

Christina - often goes to church, loves God above all things.

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Agnes and Blessie were nurses, Christina will still take the licensure exam to be a nurse. All three of them came from the same school, CDU.

These 3 people changed my life. Right now, I’m with Christina and I’m so happy and lucky to spend my whole life with her. :)

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Three years ago, I was but an ordinary kid looking for someone to love me for who I am; too ordinary to be noticed, too skinny to be admired and liked, too innocent to play the love game. I was a student back then, full of ambition and eager to graduate. I was religious even.

Things began to change when a stranger started texting me. Let’s name the stranger, Agnes. She showed great interest in me and since we’re both single, I accepted the invitation to meet her. With Agnes, I was able to experience a lot of new things. I have been pampered and well taken cared of. I never knew there’s a spoiled kid hidden inside of me when I’m with her. I was well fed, the reason I grew fat in just a matter of months. She supplied me with clothes, hair products, shoes, phones and other gadgets. All in all, I was being loved by her. She even abandoned her friends, she sacrificed almost everything just to be with me. We were lovers back then..

Months had passed, she began to feel sad and cried on my shoulder. She cried because she doesn’t want to leave me. I asked her why she said these things to me. She only said a word and I’m left with nothing to say. C-A-N-C-E-R. I felt bad about the idea of losing her. All I could do was empathize and tell her I’m always here for her. Her treatment began days after. It took several months and we had no communication with each other.

To be continued..

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Hi, EVERYTHING.

My baby made this for me, and I can’t help myself but shed tears of joy. To be honest, this is my first time to receive something like this. I was finally deeply loved and cared for after several months of being taken for granted. This is an oath I must keep and I will always love my baby. 

I want to share this to you guys. Read on if you’re interested. Cheers‼ ☺

He is everything.

I love his face. I love his smile. His smile that makes me feel a meltdown. I love the way his eyes sparkle whenever he thinks of something mischievous to do or to say. I love his hair, though not to soft from too much gel and crazy hair products, I love running my fingers through each short tendril. I love how his crazy hair smells so damn good as if he just had a goodnight bath. I Love how he looks like, just woke up from some bizarre party and is still stoned.

I love the way he looks at me as if he’s forever teasing me for being me. As if he knows what I’m thinking and what I’m about to do. I love it when he calls me “BABOY”, when he isn’t aware that he sometimes eat like a tiny port-swine. *HEHE I love the way he manage my insecurities of being fat, and him making me feel I am not alone.

I love it when we dine and stare at each others mouthful binge.

I love his hands, those hands I know so well. I love his scent, the way I could still smell him even when he’s already miles away from me. I love it when he holds my hand; I feel secured, I feel owned, I feel loved. I love the way his clothes hang onto him like they were made to be worn by someone as thin as he is. I love his voice that always reassures me everything is going to be alright.

I love his boisterous laughs. I love the way he responds on me making those funny faces.

I love his unpredictable mood swings. Sometimes he’s too jolly and too hyper and so everywhere. I love his generosity and carefree attitude about life. I could safely say I learned to be less inhibited because of him. I love how he thinks about his younger siblings. I love his passion for things I don’t even understand. I love the way he loves the people around him, how he gives them importance and warmth. I love how he thinks of himself as a nobody, when in fact he’s well-liked. I love how he manages to be a good friend, a good son (not so sure! :P) and a good person all at the same time.

I love the way he gets mad at me for petty things. I love the way he scolds me about being so insensitive, when all I can do is to ask for an apology and make promises of not doing it again.

I love the way he lets me laugh at him all I want and he never gets mad. I love the fact that he call and message me at unholy hours of the day, each day just to make sure I’m ok. I love his Good Mornings, Good Nights, Sleep well, Sweet dreams, and heart felt “I LABHUG YOU’S” :D

I love the fact that he attempts to come over and see me even if time is too short to permit us. I love it when he attends mass with me. I love it when he stares at me and smile during masses.

I LOVE OUR 25-35 MINUTE JEEPNEY RIDE just to bring me back home.

I love the fact that we could sit beside each other and not say ANYTHING but understand EVERYTHING.

I love a lot more things about him. I love him for what he is and what he’s not.

He is everything

Oh, YES…

He is everything….

…but MINE.


You are the reason for my cardiac arrhythmias.

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