I'll start from the last story

I went to my past friend’s house this morning(around 5AM) to drink. Past friends because I don’t consider them as my friends anymore. I’m in a phase where hi-hello-how are you-goodbye exists. We nailed down 3 muchos of Red Horse then lots of cigs and chips as pulutan.

One of them kept on pestering me about goddamn Facebook. He was so upset that I was not able to accept his friend request for almost 3months now. Truth be told, I don’t really want to accept him there. He’s a part of my past and I don’t one anyone from there ruin my present nor be part of my future. I shit you not when I say that my past is the ‘worst-est’ phase of my fucking life. Name it, I’ve been there, I’ve done that. So yeah.

Back to what I was saying about his friend request, I just answered him that I’m not as active in Facebook as before. And since he was a bit alcohol consumed na, he kept on asking me the same question again and again. Around 8am, after the Red Horse drinking, booze, jizz and a lazy morning sex, I went home. Just like that, as if nothing happened. As if I’ve never seen them.

Another morning waking up with someone else's bed. Uhhh~

Life goes on.

I thought my mom will wash my lunchbox.

But unfortunately my hunch was wrong. I left my lunchbox in the sink last night hoping that my mom will wash it this morning. But when I went to the kitchen few minutes ago, I saw my baunan ‘unwashed’ (if that’s the right term for that, but I bet you know what I mean so what the hell).

Maybe I should stop depending to mah folks. :cry:

LOL. Drama.

I hate it when you act as if you don’t know me, as if we haven’t shared a lot of good things together. I hate it when you start ignoring me through text and in person. I hate it when I ask you questions about us then you start answering me with a smile. I hate it when you do that.

Remember last time that we had dinner?

That’s also the time where I got to take a picture of you using my camera phone. And you really look like a cutie hunk slash boy-next-door in the photo, well honestly you’re really a cutie hank slash boy-next-door kind of guy in person. Hihihi!

You know what I did? I made that photo my cellphone’s wallpaper. So every time that I’ll look in my phone’s screen, I will always see your cute face smiling at me. You don’t know how much you inspire me with those smiles like that.

In every day that passed, I’m really liking and loving you more.

Someday babe, someday…

"306 people like this page and hates Cheska"

Really? 306 people HATES Cheska? As in hates? WOKAY.

“Broken hearted nanaman si Cheska”

-Yeah sure I’m quite depressed about thesis, school and OJT but heart problem? I HAVE NO TIME FOR SUCH for now. Thanks anyway. ;]

“Sabi ng tropa ko na tropa rin ni Cheska pinerahan lang siya. Pero di ko alam yung buong storya ha?”

-Brosha Summers

REALLY BITCH? So I assume that your tropa that tropa ko rin kamo knows about who I am dating with? About what REALLY happened and what’s really happening? But wait BIG bitch, DO WE HAVE THE SAME FRIENDS HUH? SINCE WHEN? Can you please enlightened me. AND CAN YOU TELL ME KUNG SINONG TROPA “mo” yon? :D Well, if you can. :)

AND THE FACT THAT YOU ACTUALLY DON’T KNOW THE WHOLE AND TRUE STORY yet still ended up given those kind of statement about me is what? SAWSAW PUTA? Go fuck yourself with a saw.

And the fact that you idiots are FOLLOWING ME HERE ON TUMBLR and keep on stalking my blogspot account are somewhat PATHETIC? CAN. YOU. JUST. MIND. YOUR OWN LIVES? :) Oh I’m not sure if you have some.

I know that you guys are morons and you’re good at these deeds but sorry, you can’t bring me down. You’ve been there for how many months? But still, you haven’t proven anything. YOU CANNOT EVEN FACE ME.

Pst!

Boy: Uy!
Girl: Baket?
Boy: Pwede mo ba kong samahan?
Girl: Saan naman?
Boy: Habangbuhay? :)
Girl: Iihhhhh :”>

If you want us to be okay then make an effort to fix things up.

Stop waiting for me to move. Stop waiting for me to do all the effort just for us to be okay. I’ve done that a million times before and I grew tired of it. It’s your turn now. I want to know if you really care about us. Do something. Do something for us to be okay.

Nakita ko 'tong bb girl na 'to kanina sa sementeryo. Habang yung nanay niya hirap na hirap magsindi ng kandila dahil sa ulan at hangin, siya naman hirap na hirap hipan yung kandila after masindihan ng nanay niya. EPIC!

I better be off setting my life to a new perspective without you. Yes you who never knew the importance of simple things that I did for something that we almost had. You never really understand me, the things that I did and the things that I said. You never really knew how to be in my place right? No I am not, mad. I am just tired of understanding you. I’m sorry. :’( I am just too tired to be the only one who did all the understanding. You’re still my best friend and the best man that I never knew. I’m sorry, but I can’t go on with you right now.
And I’m quite perplexed seeing your message in my Tumblr ask tonight. But still, we’re better off this way. And just like what you said, thank you and take care.

Finally, after the long wait (one week) I got my I.D today. I’m now an official bb gurl who works for an internship at IBM Daksh located at Edsa Square at Mandaluyong (just across Shang). So if you happened to go there or just somewhere near the location. Please do contact me because I’m just human and I want some social life too. Hmmkay?