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Unforgettable September – Masasa, Tingloy Batangas

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They all say “Wake me up when September ends” My mantra would be “Wake me up when September begins.” My summer vibe at the middle of the year. I guess, I was born to play with sands and waves. Everyone thinks the same way too.


After that “Videoke thing on August” I met with 2 of them over a bucket of beer just to say I’ll be absent at our monthly thing for August so I invited them at my place at Batangas before Kier leaves the country. Which in the end, I was there to sing with them too. HAHAHA. So yeah, here we are. After a month, Batangas we go! (L-R) Reigner, Me, Peaches,Kenneth and Jo Anne) Kier on wheels. (He doesn’t want to be tagged on facebook that’s why. HAHAHA)


Since they arrived at our house in Manila late, the whole schedule was messed up. We’re supposed to climb this mountain at our town but we didn’t. They’re too tired to trek and walk so we pour ourselves into these alcohol. 2 Emperador Light, 3 Red Horse Beer Mucho and 2 Grand Matador. Kudos to me, Reigner and Kier for being the toughest of ’em all. We’re drinking till 3AM. I got drunk. Real drunk. HAHAHA


Our good morning faces. HAHAHA. Off to paradise which I’ve been dying to go since I don’t know.


The place i’m talking about – Masasa Beach at Tingloy, Batangas. A boat ride away from my place. I was in awe when I finally laid my eyes on this place. But even before seeing this beach, you’ll first go through this.


Wonderful isn’t? I know. I know.


I missed this girl so damn much. A candid photo of you and a not so candid photo of me. AHAHAHA. No FO’s okay? HAHAHA


Hey you, in that moment, in that fucking moment you lost me. 


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September 13, 2014 at 1:49 pm

Can we? Yes?

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Can we skip the “what ifs” and go straight to the fucking good parts?

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August 6, 2014 at 11:38 pm

A week.

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Give me a week of being alone.
A week of endless thinking.
Let me love you for a week.
Then I’ll be leaving this feeling for good.

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July 10, 2014 at 12:57 pm


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Make me feel alive. It’ll be stupid for me to ask. But I want you to make me cry.

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June 11, 2014 at 2:02 am


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This shitty feeling overstayed. The month is about to end a few days from now, and this feeling won’t ever let me go. I messed up. I failed. I feel like crap. I feel stupid. Mixed emotions I myself find it hard to explain until I got to the point that I asked myself, “Am I here to fail over and over again?” I want to cry just to ease this unwanted feeling, I’ve tried my hardest but not a single tear fell. I don’t want to confide to anyone because they will never understand.

Maybe I’m in the wrong crowd. Maybe I’m just weak. Or maybe, it’s time to fight back. Get lost or shut the world out. Will they notice? Will they even care? Will anyone ask why and comfort me instead of ranting at me?

I’m sad. I’m giving up. I’m frustrated and devastated. I don’t know what to do, where to go, who to talk to anymore.

Then I uttered this. “I can’t take it any longer. Will you be mad if I took away my life? It’s hard – everything’s hard. I don’t know if I can start all over again. Don’t prolong my agony. Take me now or I’ll take it myself.”

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March 22, 2014 at 1:57 am

What’s your name?

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Did you ever hate the name you have right now? Did you ever thought of changing it? Am I the only one? Yes, I did hate my name and I did plan to change it.

Way way way back, when I was much younger, I envy the name of my cousins – the girl ones. Their names are good for both gender. And I like the way it sounds. Mine is too girly and it’s somehow irritating. I’m not the girly type kind of girl. Well, I guess, back then. But still, I don’t like my name.

I grew up surrounded by boys. I wore cap instead of headband. I loved oversize shirts than the shirts that’s my size. I rather shoot balls than play barbie. I rather laugh hard than have a fight with the girls. And that’s where it all started. I start to ask why my name sounds that way. Am I born to be that girly kind of girl? I wanted to be far from the usual. Since I spent a lot of time with them together. They called me names. (eg. Paye. Kampilitot. Ilongapo. Ineng.) Though my name have its history than the others, I won’t buy that.

In my gradeschool days, I have this classmate with the name same as mine. That’s when I started to love my second name. I want “Faye” to be mine alone. Entering highschool with the same people, my name changes overtime. (eg. Pepay. Pepot. Fayer. Pipay. Pips.) We graduated highschool wherein I was known as “Faye” and she as her first name. Beat that?

Years passed, “Faye” doesn’t sound the same. It became meaningless. That’s when I started to try calling myself “Rinalyn”. I even changed my twitter ID to @callmeRINALYN from @RinalynFaye. Some friends do call me “Rinalyn” some calls me my full name tho which I find appealing.

Why am I writing this? Because I realized I have the coolest name ever. Its history is mine alone. It’s original not just from baby names book. (Though you can find “Faye” at those kind of books.) Well, the whole package itself is unique.

And one more thing, those people who called me names, I miss them – a lot. I miss hearing those names of mine from them. Some of them, I won’t be able to hear anymore. Maybe in my dream. Or maybe when I’ll be with them again – in time.

“Rinalyn Faye”, yes it is girly but it’s me. It’s for you to find out.

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February 9, 2014 at 5:14 am

Just trying to think

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Good guys are the silent type. Affirm it or not, we have at least one of the good guys at the “friend-zone”.

Bad guys, they’re every girls type. Don’t be a hypocrite. Just say so.

We always choose to love the bad guys. They all say the right words. Whatever they do will make you head over heels with them.

We cry when they hurt us. We all get bitter over this guys ain’t worth a tiny bitterness at all. We always think that they will change. Maybe they will, but not for you.

Good guys aren’t all about “being nice”. I won’t say that they don’t sin.  They aren’t perfect. What makes them different? They take time. And they think.

Who would you choose? The bad guy or the good guy? If you’re looking for some thrill and adventure, go for the bad guy. But if you’re looking for a change or maybe you know better now, go for the good guy.

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February 1, 2014 at 4:20 pm

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