I have forgotten what it's like to let the pictures do all the talking.

It has been a yearly tradition to have one big Valentine's dinner in Antipolo, with my best friend/cousin Marga as the host. This year, we plan to have something bigger, like an awards night type and even invited a couple of old friends over.

I am thinking of an award that would best fit Dylan. I was thinking of Janitor of the Year...

... because he always sweeps me off my feet.

Awwwww! So damn cheesy!

Keep your hearts happy, everyone.

It's a normal phenomenon. It shouldn't even surprise you. A heart breaks everyday. It's nothing new.

So how come it stings every single time?

I hate needing to talk to you. I don't like it. I blame myself for it. But you don't have to reject me because of it. I don't like needing you. And maybe one day I won't have to. And maybe when that day comes, I'd wish it didn't at all. I don't know any end when it comes to needing you.

But don't reject me for it. Don't blame me for it. Most of all, don't hate me for it.

It's been way too long since I last came here, and hopefully, I get to be more active in the community.

Boo y'all! I'm back!

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Lately, I have been browsing lomo cameras. Actually, I'm thinking of purchasing one. I love the end result and I'm so damn encouraged to get one.

So for those who love me truly, give me a lady -- Holga would be perfect -- and I will love you forever.

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I love you, Lolo. I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you so much. I love you. You make me fly, Lolo. I love you.

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