Hey there. It's been a while since I last posted something here. My life is kinda boring at the moment. My saturday night was amazing though. My friend, Tiara slept over. We went to Elvissa Superclub for Mayhem. It was a fun party. We danced all night long. We left at around 12 and went to katipunan to chill. Funny story, actually. Gio arrived after the party. He decided to go with us to McDo katipunan. After funny stories over fries, we went home around 1am. :)

Here are pictures!

Gio and Tricia. :) Before heading to Katipunan

This is Camille. :) She's a friend of Tiara who I met during the latter part of the party.

This is Mark! College organizer. :) I texted him days before the party for some inquiries.

And of course, how could I forget? This is Tiara! She slept over. :)

New friends! From L-R: Ramona,Zharm and Jodie. :)

This is my most decent picture of myself that night. I thank my girl, Tiara for taking such a great shot. :) I love you!

I'm going to make a wordpress account. :)

I'm really really anxious to go to the beach with my friends.

I want to feel the heat. Hear the waves. See the sun.

Holler. In less than 5 hours my brother will be a wedded man. :) I'm happy for him. It's a civil ceremony though. We're in a hurry because Tina, my brother's girlfriend, might give birth this week. :D I'm so stoked!

I'm making this entry short. Adios! Catch up with you guys later.

Hi. :) I'm really sleepy right now but I can't sleep. Insomnia, once more! I had a fun monday with my friends. We went to school for clearance and then we went to xavierville to chill. We went to get polished. So far so good. I'm happy with my nails right now. My fingernails are painted in a light gold nail lacquer from China glaze and my toenails are painted in purple-ish shimmery dark nail lacquer which is also from China glaze. The next time I go there, I'll get a french tip. Unless the shade of solid blue polish that I like arrives. I'm not that fond of nail art but I guess I should give it a try as well. :D Pardon me if ever there are grammatical errors. I really feel drowsy right now.

PS I'm going to post pictures of my nails soon. :)

You've got a smile that could light up this whole town. Yes, I'm quoting Taylor Swift. I have the thing for lights. They give off the lively feeling and they boost up your mood. A natural high. Just like your smile. There's this boy and he makes me happy. I used to like him. I don't like him anymore. Why is that? It's because I think we're better of as friends. You see the irony? I started this entry with a happy note. I guess I'm a frustrated bi-polar writer wannabe. Moving on, I think we're better of as friends because I can tell him everything. ( Oh if you're thinking that this is my best friend, no. :)) You got that wrong. My guy best friend hates him ) We text for hours and seriously, I feel a different kind of happiness when I text him..

Okay. This is such a fail entry. I'm sorry. I really shouldn't write when I'm not in the mood. Keep reading. My apologies to everyone.

I'm officially an insomniac now. This started during the exams. I had a hard time sleeping and I end up sleeping at 4am. I know it's such a terrible idea but I just can't keep my eyes shut. I only get five hours (at the most) worth of sleep everyday. I fell asleep at 5am today and I woke up at 8:30am. It's a bad idea. I guess it's insomnia and definitely not the effect of caffeine. I rarely drink coffee-based frappe. I guess this one of the reasons why I don't have the drive to go out. Wait up. Maybe this is the summer sleeping mode? Ha ha. If ever it is, It's paying off. But the eyebags are hideous. A want a good and long sleep. I want to wake up late for once. I'm usually up before the clock strikes 10. That sucks. I never experienced the luxury of sleeping until noon. :(

Act on impulse.

Unplanned nights are the best. The thrill is different and better. This incident happened a few weeks ago. I was supposed to meet up with my friends (who are my neighbors as well) We went to Petron and waited for my guy best friend. To cut the long story short, we ended up going to Eastwood. We took the cab going there. I'm not even wearing the proper attire since I thought we're just going to stay near our subdivision's vicinity. It was hell of a night. A few more friends joined us. Unexpected things happened. Impulsive, that's what we are. ;)

I miss that kind of excitement thoough. Well, there's no one to blame. Our summer just started and hell week just ended. Those kind of nights are just about to begin. Wait for it. This is going to be the best summer. ;)

One of the boys.

I don't talk car and driver and I'm not up to date with the latest basketball happenings. I'm not hooked on computer games either. But still, I easily connect with boys. I don't mean that in a flirty manner. What I mean is that I can connect to them as if I'm a bro.

I only have one boy best friend. We can talk about anything and everything. It does not get awkward trust me. We talk about boy issues and the like. We're super close to the point that my family likes him as well. They're pretty close, actually. He's one of the boys who I trust the most. Maybe you're thinking that our relationship is conducive to falling in love with each other. It's far from that. We're like siblings already. ;)

Speaking of siblings, I have two brothers. They're much older than me but we're close despite the age gap. Even if I despise them at times, I still love them to bits. I'm the nosiest little sister ever. I go through their things. I borrow their shirts. I love the vintage vibe it gives off! They get mad if I don't give it back though.. Which is all the times.

The best boy in my life. My dad is not the affectionate kind of dad. He's not the sweetest dad. But through his own ways, he is able to show his love for us. It's really scary when he gets mad but it rarely happens nowadays. :) I love him so much!

I'm one of the boys. Not because I act like one. It's because I can talk to them like I am one. ;) I hate boys but I love the boys aforementioned in this entry.

PS happy sunday everyone!

"You cannot tell why, when, where, and how love happens. It simply grows to a time where you less expect it."

I've been single for almost a year already. Don't get me wrong, it doesn't bother me even just a bit. They say that love comes when you least expect it. How do you even stop expecting? Not that I am but my point is.. everybody's after love. Based on my observation that is. If you ask yourself the question "How come I'm still single?" People will say that you're still single because you're looking for love. They say that you should let love find you. I beg to disagree. Sometimes, love is just around the corner. All you have to do is feel it. Observe closely. Maybe you're just being numb. I'm sorry if I'm kind of jumping from one point to another. I compose the best sentences to expound my point.


It's the love-hate relationship I have with writing. Nevertheless, I'm ending this entry here. Wait for more. Adios mi amigo.

The comeback

Hi there. This is my second account here. I lost the password to the previous blog. Well, this is just for blurting out my thoughts and to keep me busy during the idle days of my summer vacation. I also created this blog to practice my vocabulary and writing skills. You can visit my old blog (http://bemymagnificentromeo.blogger.com) Who am I you may ask? I'm Patricia F. Martinez.

You can call me Tricia or Tree for short. Don't mind the latter nickname. I prefer you not to ask where it came from. It's a long story. I'm an incoming sophomore @ Miriam College High School. Average student. I hate Algebra and Science at times. I love my friends to death. They keep me going. I am certain that I am going to die without my family. Great bunch. I tend to analyze too much at times and think about the most bizarre things. I'm a frustrated dancer.. Dancing is an interest of mine. I play the beautiful game of football. I hate nuts and raisins. I love sleepless nights and long conversations about the most random things known to mankind. I'm friendly if you get to know me and I'm pretty kind actually. Just don't get on my bad side. I'm somehow sensitive despite my loud disposition. I'm trying to be strong to face the challenges along the way though I breakdown at times. I love books. I want a library of my own. I can escape reality through books. I'm impulsive and I'm not the usual prim and proper kind of girl. I'm just letting you know for future instances. That's all.

Expect unusual thoughts from me. I'm weird. I like weird. :)