Ang tagal ko nang hindi nagsscroll. Ang tagal na nung huli akong nagpost. Anyare? Haha. Sobrang inactive naman nitong account na ‘to. Ngayon, pinagiisipan ko kung magiging active ba ulit ako dito sa account na ‘to, o kung gagawa ba ng bago, o kung gagawa na naman ako ng private blog(kasi binura ko na ‘yung dati). Haha.
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Rose: I love you, Jack.
Jack: Don’t you do that, don’t say your good-byes.
Rose: I’m so cold.
Jack: Listen, Rose. You’re gonna get out of here, you’re gonna go on and make lots of babies, and you’re gonna watch them grow. You’re gonna die an old… an old lady warm in her bed, but not here, not this night. Not like this, do you understand me?
Rose: I can’t feel my body.
Jack: Winning that ticket, Rose, was the best thing that ever happened to me… it brought me to you. And I’m thankful for that, Rose. I’m thankful. You must do me this honor, Rose. Promise me you’ll survive. That you won’t give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, Rose, and never let go of that promise.
Rose: I promise.
Jack: Never let go.
Rose: I’ll never let go. I’ll never let go, Jack.
I miss being a kid sometimes.
No one cared how we dressed. We were all friends, and we could be ourselves. When did people turn so judgmental?
Happy birthday, John Patrick Bulaong!

I am truly sorry for these photos. Hahahahaha! =))
Party hard. This is YOUR day!
May all your wishes come true. H. Ha. Hap. Happ. Happy. Happy Birthday!




