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mimitailmacaroni:

reusing this picture because it kinda looks like the Finn and 13-year-old Princess Bubblegum above! PLUS I DON’T THINK WE HAVE ENOUGH PICTURES FOR ME TO MAKE MY MONTHLY BLOG ANYMORE! This is what happens when you have a girlfriend who hoards her iTouch with games instead of pictures. Hahaha. BUT YOU LOVE ME RIGHT? RIIIIGHT? *_____*

anyway, OAG-ness aside. This is a two-day late blog because of the business of being a rockstar. Hahahahahaha. No not really a rockstar but I have been coming home late with little energy because of band practices and all that shit because we’re awesome that way because we’re a fucking all-girl band and I just recently got my new bebeh bass guitar Reid.

BUT ENOUGH OF THAT BECAUSE THIS BLOG IS ALL ABOUT OUR 14TH MONTHSARYYYY! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 

So this month we shall be talking about another factor of Mr. Janubas that made me fall in love with him. And that is…

HIS SPONTEINIETYEAHFGOWNGVAWORJGERUG HOW THE FUCK DO YOU SPELL THAT.

Anyway. Anyone who knows Talok knows that he’s probably the the most spontaneous and random mudafookah anyone has ever met! AND THAT’S WHY I FUCKING LOVE HIM! Each day is a breakfast bowl of laughter and “what the fuck?” looks when I’m with him and it just makes my boring ass life much more colorful! I don’t know why I just used a breakfast bowl as an analogy because he’s better at making analogies but whatever! I fucking love him is all that matters. Hahaha

So wow I think this is getting long so I shall end this post with an oldies song! Because he’s an oldies too. HAHAHA JUK LANG BIBI :* pero old bitaw ka. HAHAHA.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZGoWtY_h4xo

yeeees this is in fact the song you sent me at 12mn on our monthsary so like the picture I am also reusing this song :)) hahahaha! I love you, bibi! Happy 14th monthsary! :* :* :* :* :* :* :* :* :* :* :* :* :* :* <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 

AWWWW YEAAAH. HAPPY 14TH MONSARRYYY-EEHHH BEYBEH. I LOVE YOU SO MUUUCH TOOOO! <3 <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

mimitailmacaroni:

HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY IT’S THAT TIME OF THE MONTH AGAAAIN! Well actually it was yesterday but then I went home rather late last night and it’s just now where I don’t feel very lightheaded so I SHALL MAKE THE BLOG NOOOOOW! BLAH! Anyway.

SO this is our 13th monthsary! That’s a year and a month BITCHES YEAH MOTHERFUCKER! Omg my fingers are so frickin’ cold I can’t type as fast as I’m used to. SO FRICKIN’ COLD. Anyway. So what am I going to talk about this time? Well it has something to do with the instrument he plays, how the muscles on that part of his body have been perfectly (well to me) formed due to his time with his instrument!

OKAY PERVERTS ALL OVER THE WORLD I’M NOT TALKING ABOUT HIS THINGY DOWN THEREY. Okay maybe a little. KIDDING. I’M TAKING ABOUT HIS ARMS, DIPSHIT.

Yes anyway! He’s got these really smexy braso that I like hold onto especially when I’m crossing the road with him because it makes me feel really safe and it’s a real turn on when I ask (actually force) him to flex them because it’s so smexy —,

OKAY BEFORE MY LADY WATER GETS A LITTLE WILD I shall stop there for now since I’m guessing you guys get the point already.

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, BIBI! HAPPY 13TH MONTHSARY! :* :* :* :* :* :* :* :* :* :* :* :* :* <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 

HERE’S YOUR SOOOOOOONG! <3

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-keeaspZ8N8

BOOOOOM <3

Hey bibi! Here it is! The blog I promised you about! Haha. First of, I’ll make something clear, this is not going to be an entry about how I love about you, but I’ll just blabber on my feelings and maybe take you on memory lane and the depthness of my heart, para iba and true jud siya at the same time. Haha. Anyway, here it goes.

Whenever I’m alone, I look back at the things that make me complete and how it made my life as it is now. I start to think of things I love the most — Music, drumming, family, friends, orange, pizza, lazagna, motorcycles, laughter, times at the beach, vacations, reunions, outings, karaoke, fiestas, long meaningful chit chats, making tanga, hermitting, computer games, being lazy, making a change, being the best that I can be. And those are just some of the things I love the most. But, when I really look back and think about the most is actually at the deepest part of my thoughts, that little twinkling star that sparkles and shines that brings relief and happiness to my soul. And that I will say with confidence is thou nonetheless. I may not say it often as I need to, but I do express it, in everything I do. Everything I do, I do for you and it goes without saying that everything is a big word to use but somehow it just fits right. Whenever I think of you, I ask myself, how lucky are you? To have a girl with such beauty and profoundness that not a normal girl possess, and by not normal I mean your mannerisms, personality and hobbies which I assume you already know. (haha) But those are the qualities that pave the reason for my loving carresses and love I feel for you because I know that is why you are you. Every galaxy has stars, but there is only one star that I know that has life and love in it, and it portrays you even more. Sometimes, you may find me distant, unsatisfactory, and plain. But I assure you, I vow to you, I pledge, that my love with always be undying and unwavering for it will last far greater than eternity. It may not show now, but I already told you, great things will come in time, and in time, we will always remain together, as happy than the day before. So I end this somehow fixated monograph of the love I have for you, and bid you adieu. But remember, I love you with all that is true. 

I LOVE YOU, KEEEH.

mimitailmacaroni:

Psst! Hey Keeeh! Hey Keeeeeeh! Hey Keeeeeeeh! HEY KEEEEEEEEEEEEH! Guess what? It’s our 8th monthsary! Well yesterday… but still! Happy 8 months, bibiiiiii! :* :* :* :* :* :* :* :* I’m thorry I wasn’t able to make this blog yesterday, I had a rather bad headache x.x but I’m okay now so imma do this blog! OH YEAH! \m/

So, what’s another one thing I like/love about you? Last time I talked about your stretchy skin, now, I shall talk about YOUR MOST ADORABLE, MOST LOVELY, MOST… ADORABLE LAUGH! XD

Yes I am talking about that uncontrollable laughter that follows after I tickle your most ticklish spot, which is your nape. I know how you hate it when I do that, and I also know that you hate your laugh. But I for one find joy in your cheery laughter, I admit it do sounds silly but it makes me happy! :D and your laughter has to be the most contagious laughter I have ever heard. I guess if I was really down or something and you would laugh that laugh I would probably be laughing as well! xD 

And no, Keeeh. I’m not making fun of you. Well, partly. But I really do love your laugh. Well not just your laugh, but the whole you! <3 hihihi.

So I guess that’s it for this blog right now :3 there are still a lot of things I love about you but that will be blogged about in the following months! :D I love you, Keeeh! Happy 8th monthsary! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

And here’s a song for you! It’s a dude song so the lyrics have ‘girl’ on it but I know you’ll get it :D the lyrics are also so for the palahubog, ang title palang kay ‘Intoxicated’ :)) hahaha. But I love this song, I love the band and I love you :D and we’re both not palahubog man pud but I just like the song. Laagan lang ka Basta you get it. Hehe :D

http://youtu.be/zMHONSISWOs

mimitailmacaroni:

hello Keeeh it’s once again your ever beloved little girlfriend of DEATH AND DESTRUCTION! DEATH AND DESTRUCTION TO ANYONE WHO GETS IN MY WAY! Ahem. Anyway. Once again it’s the 15th of this month (well actually it’s the 16th not since it’s already really late but whatever)! I won’t make this too long since I’m just repeating everything but whatever! WAIT I JUST HAD AN IDEA. OMG I AM SO FUCKING AWESOME I FUCKING THROW UP RAINBOWS AND SHIT UNICORNS. Wait, ew. How do you shit a unicorn? That is painful. Delete. Anyway. To make this monthly lovely sticky sweet blog boring I will state one trait that I like/love (or maybe even not like/hate) about you and explain a bit! Eeeh? Eeeh? Sounds good? WELL WHATEVER I’M DOING IT ANYWAY.

SO UNO IS (because this goes along with the picture) YOUR STRETCHY SKIN!

TO ALL YOU PERVERTS OUT THERE ARE PROBABLY THINKING OF SOMETHING DIRTY SHUT YOUR MINDS. I DON’T KNOW HOW YOU’RE GOING TO DO THAT. BUT JUST DO IT.

Anyway. I was probably the first person (correct me if I’m not) to point out and show it to the world that my Talok has really stretchy skin. Like literally show it to the world. If we were with friends I’d pinch his cheek and stretch it (but not to the point of hurting him) and noisily show it off to my friends. Because it’s just so fucking amazing to have skin as stretchy as Talok’s. My cheeks are chubby but they can’t stretch like his because mine are like fat, his is really skin and bones. IT’S BECAUSE HE’S THE THIN ONE AND I’M FUCKING FAT. Anyway. But I can’t really figure out why his skin is like that. I mean when skin is stretchy, doesn’t that mean it’s extra skin from when you had a little more weight than usual and lost a considerable amount? Well Talok was NEVER fat. HE NEVER GETS FAT. He could eat like a truckload of rice and still be THIN. Although he does have a roundish tummy when he slouches. I DON’T EAT AS MUCH AS HE DOES BUT WHY IS MY BIL2X SO… SO… BIL2X-Y?! Anyway. Yes Talok has stretchy skin, especially the skin on his cheeks. It’s one of the things I like to do when I’m bored and have nothing to do. I pull on his cheek a bit and show it to the world how it doesn’t hurt him because IT’S SO FUCKING STRETCHY. Of course I don’t pull it too much because I don’t want to hurt my bibi (except maybe when I’m so gigil I just bite out of the blue) BUT IT’S JUST SO COOL. 

So yes, that’s basically the first point for now! Until next month! AND OH! I didn’t pick this photo deliberately because I wanted to talk about his stretchy skin. It’s because I’m starting to think we’re running out of new-ish pictures together. KEEEH WE SHOULD TAKE MORE PICTURES. 

OH BY THE WAY! His band Binignit for You just released their EP today! Yaaay! So if you guys are interested in giving it a listen (and I highly recommend that you listen!) and also giving his other band Banda ni Papet a listen go to this link!

http://bnpcgy.com/

the one on the left is Banda ni Papet’s album and on the right is Binignit for You’s EP! He’s the drummer on both bands and I’m the ever proud and supportive girlfriend! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 I’M PROUD OF YOU BABY! FUCK YEAH!

Anyway, here’s the song for the month! Because of you I caught the Up Dharma Down fever! Even though I don’t understand half of their songs! I just know Tadhana means destiny and yes I think you are my destiny <3 char! Happy 7th monthsary, Keeeh! I love you! :* <3

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4en1HH0XIlE

mimitailmacaroni:

Dear Keeeh,

hello, it’s me again :) your ever emotional, paranoid, selosa girlfriend. Hehe. I don’t know how you deal with me. Anyway. I know we already made amends yesterday but as what you said, I’m going to try my best and pour out what I failed to pour out yesterday during our talk because of my lack of being verbal with my feelings. I’m not like you, a person who always speaks his mind, and I’m sorry you’re always the one talking during our serious talks and I’m always giving the silent treatment. Even if my thoughts are going crazy I just can’t seem to get myself to spit it out. When that incident happened with that person you asked me if I was hurt. Thing was, I wasn’t. Because everything she said was just bullshit. You know that I’m so used to hiding my feelings I barely cry in front of other people, only when I’m alone with my thoughts and everything’s so quiet (like late at night when I can’t sleep). I usually cry when I get pissed off or when someone yells at me, because I hate it when people yell at me. I feel so belittled but I can’t do anything about it because I’m scared I would make things worse by talking back. I don’t like crying when I’m angry because I just want to be pissed off and yell back at the person but the moment I open my mouth I choke and the tears fall. It’s why I find it hard to talk to you about these things because if there’s one thing I hate most in the entire world is that annoying cracking voice I make when I cry and I try to talk. It just makes me feel so uncomfortable and I’d rather let my eyes dry up before I start talking but when we’re talking about this serious shit and I see the frustration in your face even if you won’t look at me and I just want to hold you but I can’t I just cry more. I’m so sorry I’m difficult to talk to. I grew up always trying to avoid messes and complications because I’m just terrible at this situations. I don’t know how to handle myself in messes and I end up panicking and making things worse. I grew up thinking that it’s better if I keep my feelings to myself because before, every time I tried to open up to my parents they would just say ‘Ay sus! Unya na nah! Pagtuon sa diha!’. They never actually give me solid advice and when they do they don’t say it in gentle, smooth voices, it’s always raised and angry-sounding, making it sound like it’s all my fault. That I’m just making my own problems. So like shit, I might as well keep my fucking mouth shut! But maybe it’s true that I have the tendency to make my own problems and let small shit become big shit to me. I’m always so conscious about what people think or talk about me. I’m so paranoid to the point that when I leave a room full of people, even if they’re my friends, I’m always thinking about what I could have possible done back there to potentially make them talk stuff behind my back. I REALLY DON’T KNOW WHY I’M LIKE THIS, KEEEH. I always try to don’t give a fuck and just love myself, let the fucking haters hate because I know if a person really loves me and care about me they would talk to me if I’m doing something wrong instead of talking behind my back. Just trust the people I love and care about but I just don’t know why it’s hard for me to do that. Keeeh, I’ll have you know that I love you so much and I care about you so much and I’ve never trusted anyone as much as I have trusted you. I’m sorry I made you feel like I’ve been distancing myself from you, to be honest I didn’t even know I was doing that but you seem to have noticed and brought that to my attention. I really didn’t mean to, Keeeh. I guess I was doing that unconsciously because of all the things the old people have been saying (you know who I mean by the old people right?). I’ll tell you one thing, I was brought up by one major thing. That thing is OBEDIENCE. I have to fucking OBEY OBEY OBEY. Or a shitstorm will come and ruin my life. It’s like a very well-masked, subliminal dictatorship and I want to rebel but I can’t bring myself unto it. It’s not like they did anything wrong to me though, I’ve never lacked on the love department because I have and have been given a lot of that. But as I got older it just got more and more suffocating. I felt restrained, to the point that I felt like it was inhibiting some aspects of my growth as a person (not physical because I inherited the shortness). When I was younger I always dreamed about stuff like by the age of 16 I would’ve mastered the art of household work, by 18 I would know how to cook and drive. By 20 I would know how to take care of myself and be a strong independent woman. Well look at me now. I’m 19. I don’t know how to drive. I don’t know how to cook. I don’t know how to do my own laundry. I know how to wash my underwear and the dishes and that’s just about it. They don’t even completely trust me when I travel on my own. I mean yeah they let me go to school on my own nowadays but they always get me from school because my classes end late. I know they do it because they care about me and we’ll never know what happens but if I forget to text them that I’m in school already when I go there on my own here comes the shitstorm again. Now I have you, and they’re telling me they don’t like you because they don’t see I have never been this happy before. But because of the subliminal dictatorship I’ve been through all my life I guess they’re getting into my head, even though I don’t want to, I guess it just finds it’s way there and I don’t notice it because I got used to it growing up. But Keeeh, letting go of you is the last thing I want to do. Fuck, it’s not even on the fucking list! They’re just so wrong about you and it pisses me off so much. Only basing on what they see and assuming the rest. For all they know I’ve probably done worse things. You’re completely clean, I however had a brush with a certain vice. It’s not drugs I assure you I haven’t touched any of those. Even if it was just a small experience. The first time I just wanted to try it and the second I felt so empty I though it would help fill me up momentarily. After that I swore to you I would never do it again. I never got addicted to it but I guess I almost did until you intervened. Keeeh, I just want to be free from all this. Like I said before, maybe you thought I was just being crazy because I was bored and the canker sore on my lip was killing me with pain but I meant what I said. I was born a free spirit, in fact everyone is. There are just some people who like to cage us up and brainwash us into doing their biding. I guess my parents don’t show it much because they’re fine with me getting satisfactory grades as long as I don’t fail but I know they expect a lot from me. Which is why they make such a BIG FUCKING DEAL about the tiny little mistakes I do. They always want to get what they want from me and maybe even my siblings and if they see as much as the smallest toe get out of line they bring about an epic shitstorm. Hmm… well I don’t know what to say anymore so I guess this is about it for now. I’ll tell you more if I can because I promised I would go back to my old open self before all the shitstorms started happening. Just remember, Keeeh. I love you so much and there’s no other guy but you. You make me the happiest, you’re the awesomest, amazingest, epicest, legendaryest boyfriend ever. I’m sorry for the way I am, I’ll try my best to improve. I’ll try talking more instead of giving the silent treatment. I love love love love you so much, Keeeh. Happy 5th monthsary :) :*

and for the traditional song of the month:

http://youtu.be/a9thO2qDlRY

mimitailmacaroni:

It’s that time of the month again! And no I’m not talking about the red stuff gushing out of my… okay I’ll stop there. It’s the 15th of June and our 4th monthsary! As I keep making these monthly blogs they might start to annoy you because they might sound the same all the fucking time but once again, I don’t fucking care. This place is for the sake of expressing yourself, is it not?

Anyway, this is going to be a short one this time because there’s this other blog I’m going to write about the movie we watched together (Rock of Ages). I’m just so lucky to have a guy like him. Who’s crazy but also knows when to be serious, when I’m scared or nervous or feeling negative he’s always there to cheer me up and deal with my whining, who knows how to calm me down and understands when I’m acting like a bitch (in which I always feel sorry for acting like a bitch towards him when he’s not the reason why). I just can’t explain and compress everything in just a blog post because I would just go on and on and the words would just sound the same because when it comes to him sometimes I just fumble and lose everything (but in a good way).

So here’s a happy 4th monthsary to us, Keeeh :) I love yoooooou <3 I hope this song sounds familiar, hehehe. You guys should listen to it too!

http://youtu.be/O9DNju—8Hc

mimitailmacaroni:

So to celebrate our 4th monthsary we decided to watch a movie. Originally we planned on watching Prometheus but when we saw that this movie was already showing we quickly changed our minds chose to watch this instead, plus it was going to show earlier than Prometheus and I couldn’t stay very late. I would definitely say we made the right decision in watching Rock of Ages, and the 120php was definitely worth every single centavo. Well some might disagree but I freaking loved this movie so screw you.

I actually cried during this movie. This caught me by surprise because I don’t really cry during movies, not even during chick flicks or dramas where the audience is actually expected to cry. They don’t make me cry but this movie did. The movie was of course enjoyable, I enjoyed every second of it and I just noticed that towards the end the tears were just welling up and my cheeks felt wet. This probably isn’t even the kind where people are expected to cry, hell the ending wasn’t even as dramatic as those sappy Nicholas Sparks… Spark… whatever movies but I FREAKING CRIED.

The factor in the movie that led me to tears was how inspirational it was to me as a musician, as someone who’s in a band. It showed me how the music business isn’t all rainbows and unicorns, people work their asses off to live their dreams. The movie showed me how tough it is to do that, how determined you have to be, how much patience you need to have if you really want something. And if you do get there, sometimes people would tell you to change so you could sell. But if it’s not you, if they turn you into something completely different from your true self then fuck that! If it’s your dream, YOU live it, not some puppet from the industry who does everything the industry tells them to do.

After the movie we (my boyfriend and I) had a really long talk about that same topic, music and the love for music. Seeing as the both of us are musicians the movie really did have a certain impact on us, maybe most especially me. He told me how I should play not for the sake of playing, but because I love music. How I shouldn’t just practice for the reason that we’re going to perform soon and after that not practice until another gig comes up, I should practice because I want to be better, I want to feel my instrument and let the music in me. I shouldn’t be contented with ‘okays’, I have to be greater at what I do because it’s what I love to do. I love music. I love playing the bass. I love performing with my bandmates. I shouldn’t play just for the sake of playing, I play because I just love to. When I play I should feel the song and move, and just fuck anyone who might make fun because he told me there are just people like that. Haters got to hate, but of course if there are people like that there will always be people who would love and appreciate our music.

Our talk and the movie showed me that music isn’t something people pick up and do for the sake of it, just because it’s the trendy thing or for the money or any other shallow reason. Music is something inspirational and beautiful, people become musicians because music is their passion, it’s what the live and love to do.

I thought about nothing but the movie and our talk about music (mostly about me and my band) as I got home and until now. It’s led me to think that I should really do something, develop what I have and unlock whatever potential I have, not just me but my bandmates as well. Although currently my bass is out of order I’m bent on getting it fixed or maybe getting a better bass to practice and play on. I’m going to live the dream I’ve had since high school. Write more lyrics. Feel inspired. Practice practice PRACTICE.

Rock of Ages opened my eyes. Rock never dies, it lives in you, me, everyone out there. Not just rock actually, but any form, any genre of music you’re into is in and part of you.