Gab and I have this thing we call the ABC-dates and last Thursday we had our B date, which meant doing an activity starting with the letter B and eating at a new restaurant that starts with a letter B. We settled with some bowling and billiards, we’re not really experienced with bowling so we were just going with it, but at the same time we made it into a competition. Whoever would lose would end up having to pay for dinner. Anyway, I’ll leave you guys with some photos. Needless to say, I had quite an amazing day with my boy :)

I won the bowling game by the way! I got two strikes, I was quite giggly and happy.

A few rounds of billiards, I always do well at the start then end up sucking towards the end because I end up putting in Gab’s solids instead of my stripes :|

Determined. LOL

Raspberry vanilla and double chocolate. I forgot what they’re called but you can get them at theold Eastwood mall, beside the escalators going up to the cinema!

How our car rides always are :)

Being cheesy at Burger King. (We were supposed to eat at Bigger Better Burgers, but it closed down so we ended up in Brother’s Burgers instead. Which is totally fine because their burgers are just so damn good)

More cheese!

Heaveeeennn. Gab and I ended up switching burgers halfway through because we liked each other’s burgers better than our own haha

After our date, we headed home to hang out a bit and ended up playing games with my brothers and sisters. It was the ultimate family bonding. We were teaching our little brothers (and Gab) the childhood games we grew up with, like Dr. Quack-Quack and Sardines (backwards hide and seek)… We ended around 2AM, which was so late, my dad let Gab sleepover our house so he didn’t have to go home then come back the next day to pick me up for our south hang-out. Full 24 hours, one of the best weekends of my life :)

It was one of those bittersweet days with him. You couldn’t really classify us as normal, unless normal was arguing and making up on almost a daily basis. But today, we had a horrible fight that made it seem like there was no recovering from it. We were under a shed behind a pirate ship themed restaurant, it was embarrassing how we made quite a scene and passersby would stare while we raised our voices at each other. I don’t really remember what we were even fighting about. All I knew was that my time with him was running short, not literally of course, but I had to head home soon or else my parents would be looking for me.  I was getting impatient and I knew it was going nowhere so I got up from the bench I was sitting on and said, 

“I’m going home… Don’t call or text for a while.” And with that I started to walk away. Of course there was that little hope of him running after me, it didn’t always happen and whenever he didn’t, I’d get a sinking feeling in my heart and start to regret ever walking away, knowing that later on it would have to be me facing the fact that I walked away from the problem without fixing it.
“Question.” Relief flooded all over me. There it was. I turned around and I see him still sitting on the bench, meters away from me.
“What?”
“Are you really gonna go?” He asked.
“What if I say yes?” I replied, louder than usual so he would hear me.
“Then I’ll let you…” I could barely make out his reply, but it was there and I had understood it. At this point, I wasn’t so sure anymore. It’s not like I really did want to leave. How could I?
“And if I say no?”
“Then please stay with me.”

There it was again. I paused, not really sure of what to say to something that sounded so cheesy yet so sweet. It was like a public declaration of his love, and people were staring, listening, watching. I had forgotten all about being in public. For a moment there it felt as if we were the only ones who existed. I touched back down to reality and I started to feel embarrassed. I slowly made my way back towards him.

“I, uhm, I kind of look stupid standing way over here talking to you.” I admit. I reach him and sit down again. Silence. Neither of us knew what to say next. I had obviously chosen to stay. How could I refuse? But I didn’t want to talk about the fight anymore. I don’t even know what we were really fighting about. That happened often with us.

“I have to go home soon though…” I say, breaking the silence.
“I know. So we should get you a cab in a while…” I didn’t want to leave. Not without him.
“Can’t you just like…” I paused, unsure how I would continue with that question. We had just gotten into a fight, almost every time after something like that, it’s like I’d be walking on eggshells trying to avoid blowing up another bad argument.
“Like?”
“You know…”
He chuckles. “No, I don’t…”
“Take a cab home with me, I have 150 and I’ll just throw that in with your money for you to take the same cab home once you drop me off.” I suggest nervously, as if I was afraid he’d say no or say it’s too much of a hassle to go all the way to my house because it was the opposite direction of where he lived. It’s not like he wasn’t a gentleman and it’s not like he ever rejected the idea of taking me home before, but for some reason, I was afraid he’d refuse.
“It’ll be enough right?” I speak again. “Right?”
“Mmm, yeah I think so.” He finally replies. I realized he was probably doing some mental math for the cab fare, how typical of him. 
“So you’ll take a cab with me?” I ask for reassurance, he never gave me a straight answer. He gets up from the bench and stands in front of me, bending and resting his hands on his knees so his face would be leveled with mine.
“In one condition.” He says looking into my eyes, serious as ever.
“What’s that?”
“Show me your pretty smile first.” And just like that we disappear into our own little world again. No strangers or passersby looking and staring, no pirate ship themed restaurant behind us, no shed, no puddles from the rain, just me and him. I give him a smile first that slowly turned into a grin. He gives me his crooked little smile in return.
“You’ve a pretty smile.” He says. I grin again. He pulls me up into a hug. I have to tiptoe because he’s a lot taller than me. I breathe in his scent, feel his arms wrap around me, and I feel home.
“You’re lucky you have a pretty smile…” He says in a teasing tone. “And that you’re a pretty girl. Or else, it wouldn’t have worked!” He continued. I giggled. Dear god, I giggled. I looked at him, still smiling, I couldn’t stop. 
“I’m lucky then!” He laughs and nods his head.
“Alright, let’s go and take you home.” He says as he puts his arm around my shoulder and I automatically put my arm around his waist as we began to walk. I thought twice about telling him, at the risk of sounding too cheesy, that right then and there, I was home.

I screamed, you screamed. Nothing made sense, neither of us are listening. It’s just a bunch of jumbled words clashing together like waves on rocks. We both took that leap of faith and here we are, naive from how it always usually ends. We knew. We both knew. We chose to ignore it. Isn’t that what we do best? Ignorance is bliss, they always say. Well, of course it is. It was like a car crash, you know it won’t end pretty but you can’t stop looking anyway. Was it even worth the ride? Yes. It is. Always. The ride flashed before my eyes, like how your life flashes before your eyes right before you die. Is that what it’s like? That’s what it’s probably like. “I don’t want to love you anymore.” It came out before I could even stop it. In an instant you stopped with the yelling, the arguing, the hurtful words. Were you listening to me all this time? Or was it just that specific sentence that stood out among the rest? You turned up the music as if to drown out the instant silence that filled the car and drove slower this time. We both stayed quiet as we entered a tunnel. Somehow I felt we’d make it out of here alive, after all, there was always that light at the end of the tunnel and once we’d be out we’d be okay again. But there wouldn’t be a light at the end, it was way past midnight and we were going no where. We emerged and I turned down the music. “Well, what did you wish for?” I asked. It was our routine, every time. But you didn’t answer. “Well, I wished for you to be happy.” I continued. You paused, contemplating whether you would respond…

 “I wished to be free.”

(Pre-fiction, Camie J.)

Reading the morning paper while waiting for my hotdogs + scrambled eggs breakfast. My uncle was talking to me about the party and how I ended up going home with Carlo.

I had lunch with the whole family at Lake Island, still wearing my party clothes. Distressed and torn short shorts (with pockets showing! dad hates that), black tanktop, black and blue flannel top (thank you, kimi) and combat boots. My sister says I look like a poster child for a daughter who was out all night partying til break of dawn. The only thing that was missing was my smeared raccoon eyes. I was sober enough to actually wash it off before falling asleep.

Chillin’ by the main house of Lake Island. You would never guess what Carlo is doing on that ledge. He’s pondering the meaning of life~ LOLJK

We headed off to the Pier One and Chic-Boy Commissary around merienda time, just to check out the newly renovated area. The whole family went but I was too lazy to take photos because we were too busy playing in this huuuuuge container that was supposed to be a freezer. It looked like something where zombies would come out off once you open it. Haha

After church, my mom, Xavi, Don and I headed off to Podium because my mother needed to buy boxes. We headed off to the espadrilles store to check if Don had his size. They didn’t. 

XAVI’S FACE LOL … and my awkward smile.

but he’s so gwapo, isn’t he? such a cutie pie!

We went looking for my mom, and i found her still buying her boxes… And the same stall was selling french memo boards. I found a really cute one with a black and white brocade print, so my momma bought it for me.

She was taking forever, so my brothers and I were going around and bumped into the GLEE CAST. 

ME, PUCK AND MY AWKWARD SMILE. 

Xavi and Kurt…… Xavi’s face AGAIN. 

Xavi wanted to mock Rachel’s pose and Don wanted to cover her eyes. I DONT EVEN KNOW OK.

The Podium posts are slimming mirrors. 

We headed home after, we were just mostly waiting for our mom.

And then this morning I woke up to mom making heart pancakes!

She let me put white chocolate chips on it. It wasn’t as good as chocolate chips, but whatever. Haha

And then I spent the rest of the day catching up on Glee, and then crying my eyes when Finn and Kurt’s parents got married and then decided I wanted to have a Glee wedding as well. 

Pretty much.

Hope you all had a good Valentines! I had a great date with myself :3 Hahaha