Mom to be..

We just recently found out I was pregnant. February 20,my aunt confronted both my boyfriend and I about missing my period for almost four months. She didn’t get mad at all,  just upset and happy at the same time. That same day we went straight to the hospital. They were only able to give me a pregnancy test which came out positive, honestly that was my second test. The first I took during January, which also came out positive. Though I was totally doubting because it’s a 50/50 chance, it can be a baby and it can be a mask. I didn’t want to label anything until I had an ultrasound. We weren’t able to get an ultrasound after the doctor gave the test because it was already late and the ultrasound outside the hospital was already closed, no OB was available at the time too. So we came in the following morning and it was confirmed. I cried, not because I was regretting but because I should’ve known earlier, I was 15weeks and 5days. I don’t see any reason why I should regret any of this because of two things, one my boyfriend and I have been together for 2 unconditional years and second I’m doing really great with school. I’ve been so motivated and inspired before our baby came in the picture.

Does my parents know?Of course they do. First my mom.. Thing is I didn’t know that she already knew. And a few days after she finally told my dad. They didn’t get mad, they understood my situation and comforted me instead of shouting and being ashamed of me. The same thing happened to them so why would they get mad, right? They were definitely upset of course because I would be delayed in school for about a year. Dad cried when I apologized, it was heartbreaking. He wanted the best for me, he wants me to finish college and have a beautiful future. I promised I would finish school for the both of them. Nothing would change that no matter what. As I said before I have so many plans for my family once I’m a successful RN. I thought it was touching how my dad also asked me why I didn’t tell him earlier because according to him “yeah moms can help, but I’m your dad I can understand and help you more. You have to tell me all your problems, don’t hide anything from me again anak.” I’m truly grateful and blessed with parents like them.

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My parents… I have so much plans in mind for the both of them. I want to buy them a house, take care of them physically and financially with the best I can. Their daughter, a future nurse maybe a doctor will definitely not fail them. I have my mind set and I know what I want for my future life. I want to return all the good things they’ve given and done for me and my siblings. My parents are both caregivers. My dad wanted to be an engineer and my mom wanted to be a nurse, though my mom got pregnant at 18. Caregivers huh? I know.. But never ever have I thought we had a low income in life because for all I know of they have given us most of everything we wanted and needed in life and never have we starved , on the plus side they also oftentimes help and support a lot of our relatives here in the Philippines unlike my other relatives who are tight on money, and they all know that. They work so hard for our family and relatives. They’re not tight on money but they know how to budget.

 Just 2 more years and they don’t need to sweat as much as they use to. 

15 day break

As the usual I went home to my dad’s province for the holidays. 15 straight days with my boyfriend and here I am now without him again, I really hate when I get used to seeing and being with him because when I’m not breaks the fuck out of me. Feeling clingy, so?? The quick break was hella chill cause we just stayed home and watched bunch of movies. I can’t imagine spending the break with anyone else like this. 

Christmas eve 2012 was really something else for me because I got to try the feeling of almost passing out IN CHURCH during mass. At first I was having a hard time breathing, I didn’t mind it at all but then it got worse so I told my boyfriend. As we were trying to pass through the crowd to get out of church, dizziness hit me real bad, but I controlled myself from falling down as I hold onto babes hand, and when we got through the really fit crowd I went deaf all of a sudden, when we found a place to sit the insides of my abdomen and butt went cold for some reason. After a few minutes the ugly feeling went away, though he insisted we head home for some rest. Still had fun with the noche buena and bonding with his family afterwards. 

New Years was like a house to house kind of fling. Started the day off really rough, I found my way through, there’s nothing to stress about. New years with babes family the second time around. We did go to mass by the way, so glad nothing bad happened to me, *phew*.

2012 was a good one, hoping 2013 will be a great one. I trust in god,and he has my back. 

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I love them! Bringing back the good times ♥ 
-Candice

infinikid:

I love them! Bringing back the good times ♥ 

-Candice

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Bora 2012.

Sembreak overview.

Three weeks off school, wow did I have a blast. Of course I had some of those days that was kind of a rock fall. Its whatever, I got through it anyway. My auntie came to visit from Cali for her birthday.Arrived just on time which was the last day of school.Pretty much started the break great. First week undergone non stop shopping,we practically always was out of the house. The following week was her birthday, which didn’t turn out as planned. Our trip to Boracay was rescheduled due to a typhoon so we went home to the province instead. After a week in Pangasinan  a day before our flight we headed back to Manila for rest day. Then the next 4 days in Bora. Long trip but worth it. Went zip lining, island hopping and snorkeling. Night life there is amazing, especially if you’re with your friends. Sadly I went with my 3 aunties so I had to act all goody good. s’all good though, I still had fun. And the few days left of my break we just chilled in manila. Auntie just left yesterday so here we are, back to normal and more time with bub! <3

My simple opinion.

Why do people have secrets? Why do people sometimes lie to keep them? Secrets are the result of FEAR, the more you have, the more of a coward YOU are. It just proves you’re not an honest person, just another loser with no real character.

If you think a person can’t handle the fact that you’re in love with him/ her, then he/she does NOT deserve you. If you have a problem with someone else, then SAY IT to that person, not everyone else…it only makes sense.

YOU live your own life, and no one else’s. YOU follow your own path, no one else does, so it’s YOUR decisions and YOUR opinions that count when it has to do something with YOU. If anyone disagrees, then they can just GTFO, because you know what’s best. Even if you’re killing yourself with drugs or alcohol or WHO GIVES A FUCK,  as long as you’re enjoying it, then why the hell not? You don’t hurt others by hurting yourself. When they say that you are, they’re just being selfish cause you’re taking care of their emotions, but YOU should be doing-taking care of your OWN emotions… think about it; do they try to understand yours?

Bub is actually thinking into shifting from legal management to nursing. I can’t even… If this does happen, I’m seriously going to reconsider getting into medicine and I’ll make him get in with me, then we’ll most likely be a doctor couple. Wouldn’t that be the cutest? I won’t keep my hopes up though. As for now, it’s a 50/50 chance. 

The Definition of Love

You can stop taking quizzes in Cosmo. Here’s what love really is.

Love is still wanting to hold someone after you climax. After the initial euphoria from the orgasm wears off, you’re replaced with a sense of calm rather than a panic. You don’t want to search for your clothes, scramble to find your keys and figure out the best way to tell them, “See ya later forever!” You’re fine with chilling out in bed with the person and maybe ordering pad thai later.

Love is unattractive. It can expose our worst traits: Jealousy, irrational fears, heated anger; the gang’s all here! While it can bring out compassion and tenderness, it can also make you behave like the ugliest version of yourself. That can be okay for a little while, but love with real longevity should be like a xanax rather than an adderall.

Love is not afraid to be schmaltzy. There’s a reason why the most popular love songs are so lyrically simple. You can drown it in metaphors all you want but love usually boils down to, “You make me so happy. I want to hold your hand. I just want u 2 be mine 4ever!” You can be a 50-year-old linguistics professor at Columbia University and still find something to relate to in a Mariah Carey ballad if you’re in love because the feelings are so universal. It’s humbling, isn’t it? No matter who you are or what your background is, love can reduce you to Mariah Carey mush.

Love is an all-consuming drug. It gives us these natural highs we’ve only read about in books or heard in songs. It’s addictive. It’s what keeps us going to bars, drinking glasses of wine, going to that stupid house party in Bushwick; it’s all for the possibility of finding love. In the wrong hands, love can be dangerous and scary. If someone lacks a healthy foundation, love can kill. All of these crimes you read about in the newspapers are usually linked to passionate love. “I did it because I loved them just…too much.”

Love is not what our parents had. In high school, you never wanted to think about your mother and father having once slept with people in the backseat of cars and feeling warm and happy. That would make it feel less special and young. It would make love have less to do with you when, EXCUSE ME, it has EVERYTHING to do with you.

Love is getting drunk with your significant other at a party and taking a cab home with your bodies intertwined. You feel safest in these moments, the most secure. Entering a social gathering with someone who loves you is the biggest security blanket. People leave the party as a parade of droopy expressions and sad cocktail dresses. But not you. “Sorry guys, I’m in love! I’m taking a car!”

Love is fucking stupid. Love is fucking smart. Love is about betraying yourself, of compromising your ideals for someone else’s approval. That’s actually the bad kind of love, but I guess it all blurs together when you’re young or when you’re old or when you don’t love yourself.

Love is your significant other telling you about their favorite album and then making a point to fall in love with it on your own. Love is wondering why your better half loves certain things. You think you can find remnants of them in their favorite films, books and songs, but you usually can’t.

Love is finding yourself feeling protective over someone else’s well-being Love is being incensed with rage when someone or something has done your lover wrong.

Love is wanting your partner to cum. And if they can’t, just say, “That’s okay. I’m enjoying this.” It might be bullshit, but they’ll be orgasming in the next five minutes. Trust me.

Love isn’t always marriage. Marriage is spending $60,000 so everyone can know that someone loves you. You know what’s certainly not love? Debt. In some cases, love can be divorce.

Love is a back massage, a mindfuck, a hard cock, a pair of perfect breasts, of feeling unashamed about the cellulite on your body. Love is someone giving a shit about you enough to argue. Love is not passive. Love is “Don’t fucking touch me right now.” Love is “Who the FUCK were you talking to?” Love is sometimes hating yourself for a second. Love is hate. Period. Indifference is the real killer of love and the true antithesis.

When love leaves you, you should be lying on your bathroom floor with no resolve. You’re smoking cigarettes in the bathtub and crying about everything bad that’s ever happened.

Love is someone seeing the beauty in you and wanting to bask in it every day all day. Love is not guaranteed. We are not owed love. That’s why when we get it, we know how lucky we are and hold on to it for dear life.

So, yeah. That’s what love is. Anyone know where to get some?



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