What-els is there to talk about? 
Finally, Adulthood.
Urgh. I’m an adult now ( i don’t even know If it’s a good thing or not. Well, I hope, yes) I can legitimately use that “Matanda na ako” as a retaliation to my parents’ interrogations. Don’t worry, I promise to use it only when necessary. So that also means that I am no longer a teen, the “I’m sorry, I’m a teen and I have the right to be whinny and angst-y” excuse is no longer applicable. Whenever tempted to rant all I want about tiny-bitsy things that are not even considered as problems, I should be reminded that I am already 20 and that I’ve been doing all the rantings and complaining for the past 20 years. Maybe, that was enough. It’s time for maturity to reign.
Thank you to all people who remembered! Or those people that I obligated to remember it. :)) I’m not usually a birthday-type of girl but I think parting ways with the teen-age is making me quite emotional and melodramatic.
PS. I know this post is late for days!! HAHA.
(Photo by Aaron)
To my future Thesis partner…
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
We may not agree with some concepts and ideas along the way but we’ll make sure to do best for our future offspring ~ our thesis. We’ll make Atom and the rest of Atom-like speci-men as our source of inspiration and happiness. HAHAHA.
Sorry. I guess, you’re stuck with me.
Schmaveephobic.: TO MY BEST FRIEND, EX-CLASSMATE, PARTNER IN CRIME, B1, TEXTMATE, DEG, SECRET KEEPER, AND ASDFGHKL; COUSIN, 
Yesyow. I remember holding your throat tight with my two hands and threatening you to twist it if you’ll not greet me here! LOLJK. I’ll just forget that I’ve done that and implant to my memory that this is your pagkukusa.
HAHAHA. Thank you for at least trying to be sweet!! :D
I don’t know if I’m doing the right thing or not, if I’m suppose to please you or NOT, and if I’m greeting you WILLINGLY or NOT because this becomes an OBLIGATION. Hahahaha! Heyya what-els! You told me to greet you here in tumblr. Not on facebook. Not thru text. Just tumblr. WHY SO DEMANDING?…
via schmaveephobic
To the person:
- who pays for my credit bills every month and gets mad after that.
- who listens to my business proposals but eventually rejects it.
- the one who shouts at me everytime the engine of the car turns off because I don’t know what to do next during our pseudo-driving lessons.
- who constantly denies my payable-within-my-lifetime loan proposition
- who I plead to drive me everytime I don’t want to take the public transportation.
- who tells me to not study too hard and do not take acads seriously.
- who always challenge me to be pragmatic.
- who tells me that I am pretty because we look like each other.
- who deprives me with girl-ish kaartehan because those things are not essential in life.
- who says “ang sexy mo naman” when I’m overdressed or I’m showing too much skin. By that, he means, go and change your clothes.
- where my immature genes came from.
- who prevents me from plucking my eyebrows.
- who freaks out excessively for super little wrong detail.
- where my taste of music came from.
- who turns on the music of the car everytime I’m starting a concert inside the car.
This list would probably continue up to hundreds but I don’t want to occupy a big space on your dashboards. Just want to say:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADA.
You might not be a millionaire at 45 as planned. But that’s okay, you’re still managing to send us to school. :D
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MONAY!
Yeah. This was taken exactly one year ago. I have to dig my multiply account for this photo. HAHA. And yes we went to the church to be holy for your 18th birthday.
You really do bizarre things, one night you’re emo suddenly you’re jolly and then you’ll tell me that you like someone. HAHAHA. Anyway, whatever it is, GO for the Monay!
