Last year, I met this girl in twitter who's really crazy about SuG, besides being a filipino, we also shared the same fandom. We talked about stuff and do made fun of the members and I really thought that I liked her. One time, she posted her tumblr link in her twitter so I followed her. She has a very nice blog, every things moving, links behind those flashing images and sparkling stars on the cursor. I've been addicted to her blog, reading every posts she made and reblogged it.
Until she posted something very suspicious. She told everyone who follows her that she talked to one of the members of the band. Then I was like "what?! are you serious?" I mean that guy is a celebrity and they don't talk to strangers specially through internet. She posted "their lil' conversation through YM" because nobody believes her and there's a time that she published false "dirty" facts about the members. Too much to mention all of that. Then, while I'm scrolling down her blog I found one note says that Takeru had been in Philippines before. I'm not a secretary nor working in JAL but I can say that he's too busy to visit Philippines. I mean Okinawa is better than Boracay duh! Girl, you're no longer fantasizing, you are hallucinating! And now, she's acting like Ms. I KNOW IT ALL like oh I know his real name, his identity because he told me about that. He called me his lil' sister and I called him my brother. blah blah blah...

Well, it's none of my business. I just feel annoyed sometimes because I think she's just fooling herself. Please stop making stories if you know that nobody will believe you.


When I was six years old, my mom bought me a small monoblock chair. Its colour is white with small dots on it and in the back there was a big smiley face printed in blue. I used to sit on the floor and placed my toys and food on that chair while watching television. Then my mom told me to remove all the stuff on the chair and place it on the table because that chair is made for sitting. 

At the age of 8, I started sitting there doing my assignments with my dad and brother. After dinner, I carried that chair on my room to hide it because I hate home works and I thought if that chair is gone, I would have an excuse for not doing my assignments.  On my graduation day, my dad took a photo of me sitting on that chair, with the gifts that I received from my relatives. 

At 15, I totally forgot about that chair and my mom kept it on the room where all used furniture were placed in. On my debut party, while I’m waiting for the guests to arrive, I found that chair in a darker corner of my room, covered by creased clothes. I removed all the stuff on it, and cleaned it, I sat there and trying to recall all the memories that I had on that chair. I was so surprised because my hip still fit on it though it is very small.

And while I’m typing this blog, I keep on looking on that chair from time to time. It is very old now. The 12-year old white, now a yellowish chair with scratches on the handle, and a big smiley face printed in blue, still smiling on me, has the trace of my childhood.

14th day of February, the day that always awaited by lovers and the "worst day" for those who are unfortunately singles. According to the first site I saw when I typed in 'Valentines Day origin' it said that the holiday has Roman and Christian roots. And yeah, high five for free condoms~ *laughs* I'm just kidding

I remember back in elementary, it was the first time I received a valentine gift from a classmate. And I gave it to my mom. Now, as the years passed by, I feel like it became just a normal day like you're going to school, having chit chat with your friends except that you see people holding bouquets,friends flooding your inbox with greetings and you see pink and red stuff everywhere. Well, that makes me happy. I feel like everyone shares love to each other.

Don't worry singles. It's not yet the end of the world.