Nobody's Home.

Tell them I'm not here.

Being any kind of happy is better than being miserable about someone you can’t have.

—Leah, Breaking Dawn Part 1

Hello, I’m coleen and I am the PRETTY sis of the owner of this blog and this morning I was really fascinated by our conversation and don’t ask  how I happen to know her password because I know everything. Hehe >:)).

Cousins: Gising na ate mo?
Me: Hidi pa at kung babatiin niyo siya hu—
Cousins: HAAAAAPPY BIRTHDAAAAY!!
Ate: (she got up) …….. (smile) I couldn’t care less so SCRAM!
Me: I told you so.

They actually got out, who will not?

Me: Ang grumpy mo ate.
Ate: Go away.
Me: Ano ba gusto mo sa birthday mo?
Ate: I want to strangle  a certain someone.
Me: A  certain someone like Pa-
Ate: Stop or I’ll kill you.
Me:…. Ha! bakit? Miss mo na?
Ate: Go awaaaaaaay.
Me: Hahahaahahahaaha. Strangle her? More like hug her.
Ate: I don’t hug anyone.
Me: Except for her.
Ate: Go awaaaaaaaaaay.
Me: Hahahahahahaha. you’re like a baby.
Ate: …….
Me: Hahahahahaha
Ate: That’s it. OUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

She totally wailed that word. I left laughing. Para talagang bata. Anyway, totally worth it. Hehehe, She won’t notice this because she rarely checks her posts so I wish that you’ll keep hushed.  I don’t want her to kill me…
Pretty please :))). It’s funny if you were there. 
 

okaaaaaaay....

  • Dad: Advance happy birthday and pasensya na nitong past few days blah blah blah blah...(this happen on a phone)
  • Me: Uhm... yeah, thanks.Bye. ( And I already dropped the phone)
  • I am so damn cold. I don't know why. Maybe that's why I hate my birthday, too many apologies and cheesy moments. GOD, I am so cold. It's really awkward and I AM just too cold.
  • : l
you are at the top of my lungs, drawn to the ones who never yawn

you are at the top of my lungs, drawn to the ones who never yawn

(Source: spendon)

Mahirap daw mag Gwiyomi.

  • Me: Eh wala naman kasing nagpipilit sayo na MAG GWIYOMI KA eh. Kailangan i-post pa. Ano gusto mong gawin namin? Turuan ka pa!
  • Coleen: (tumingin) Hmmmmmm... Ate, hindi mo kailangan magalit.
  • Me: Kasi nga an-
  • Coleen: (nakapikit) Ang mga tao sa sibilisasyong ito ay lubhang papansin at tanga at para lamang makasunod ay gagawi ang lahat kahit ayaw nila. Haaaaaaaaay, wala nang pag-asa ang kabataan.
  • Me: ....Huh?
  • Coleen: Ate, yan ang speech mo palagi.
  • ....................................
  • At nang ipo-post ko na ang nangyari bigla na namang may sumabat.
  • Coleen: ATEEEEE!
  • Me: ANO???!!!!!
  • Coleen: Ikaw ba yan?!
  • Me: Bakit?
  • Coleen: Ate, walang english.
  • Me: Ha?
  • Tinuro niya yung screen nung laptop saka ako napatingin sa post na to.
  • Me: ...............
  • Coleen: ............

-_______-.

Everyone I just want to ask ( if you can call everyone my two weird classmates, my sister which I wouldn’t describe because I don’t want any furniture flying and a person who I don’t know) if you think I’ve caught a virus or something because these past few days I am always bickering more about hair. I cannot explain why everywhere I go (like malls, churches, streets, cafes even the elevator is not excused) I start thinking about someone’s hair like this one’s too poofy or this one’s too short or…or… I would prefer the times when I just criticize their clothes and I asked my sis about it and as a very nice sister she told me ” you are just so jealous because you have a hair that is not soooo pretty and you are still flat chested at that age” (WHY THE HELL DID I TOLD HER ABOUT IT) I should but makesisshutup at the drug store by now. Anyway, this keeps getting longer and longer and I see no point writing these anymore(I don’t even see the point from the start) and I can’t come up with a closing remark so just… I don’t know, keep scrolling?

  • Living room, They're watching tv and I'm writing nonsense...
  • Mom: Ah, Sa Pampanga muna kayo mag stay sa May, ha.
  • Me: Why?
  • Mom: Work. Saka papa mo rin and you will celebrate your birthday with your cousins also. At baka hindi na tuloy yung surgery masyadong maraming applicants kaya hindi namin maasikaso.
  • Me: (still writing) Is this about the fight?
  • Mom: ....
  • Coleen: (whispers) seryoso sila, ate.
  • Me: Surprise,surprise.
  • Coleen: (sighs)
  • Me: I can handle that. Haaaaaay, ang hirap naman magsulat. Kung may idadagdag pa kayo I'll just be in my room.
  • Well, I went to my room and continued what I was writing and I didn't thought that I unconsciously wrote something:
  • "STUPID, WHY DO YOU EXPECT FROM THEM?"
  • Me: ..... Ho, That's mean,me.-___-

Stop.

The first minute I started thinking about these thoughts…
I already wished I hadn’t.