FOOD Trip

I decided to go to SM this afternoon to buy a gift for a special person. I was with my sister that time. While roaming around, i felt like eating but coudn't recognize what kind of food shall I intake. What a coincedence when we pass by the food court. My eyes started to twinkle...hahaha.
No doubt why my dad wants me to go to the gym and have a diet.^^ These are the foods that I ate in one hour only. Take note how much cholesterol I took in one hour....




Cassava cake by Salazars located at the food court of SM North Edsa.

Pichi-pichi is a steamed dollop of cassava flour rolled in grated coconut

A basic brownies base, frosted with a layer of chocolate ganache...and topped with a generous sprinkles of M&Ms and rainbow rice!

And lastly this homey made pancit canton with shrimp and kikiam. HMMMM smells good..taste good. of course because I made it...

PBaBy

Playing a game.

wondering....



staring...



looking astig...

crying....






and when starving...



How I wish to be a baby again..
Looking good and papmpered well.

Please don't get him away from me.
Give us more time to enjoy more.
He hasn't enjoyed a lot.
P L E A S E

To be free and set him free

Not so long ago someone knocked at my door asking to enter my life. And not wide open still I opened it hoping that he could bring back some lost part of me. I kept on peeping on him from time to time. Smiling at his corniest joke, listening to the song he sing and enjoying his words and voice were the most unforgetable moment with him. I thought he is already the real man I’m looking but unfortunately he was not still. Seconds, minutes and hours had passed and he also passed away from my life.

But my thanks to him for giving me advices and strength to look at the brighter side of my life. Not an end but another start and not a sunset but another sunrise. To be free and to set him free…

One Morning in...

Daddy woke me up very early in the morning for a couple of words before they’ll live manila to Pandan. This moment is always been irritating me. It is always been giving me a reason to let my tears fall down. How I really hate saying good bye to my mom and dad after some small arguments and endless advices. I know they care a lot but I can’t still control my emotions. Is it being defensive or pride? The reason why I always argue with them is to hide my heartaches of goodbyes. I want to think that it is better for them to go home so that nobody will give me some irritating words. But deep inside they never see the pain I feel every time they pack their things and ride the car. This is the other side of me that nobody knows.

Nobody knows how hurting and how bloody my heart is every time I argue and exchange some words. That’ maybe the worst thing of being me, of being SHINGLING.

MOM and DAD I love you so much....Thank you for everything..

My first time...

The first time I saw this world
I felt your happiness
Upon caressing me
Your pains and burdens faded away

The first time I saw this world
I felt your gentleness
In your hands, in your kisses
In your words and tender embraces

The first time I saw this world
I learned about love
From God divine from your bosom entwined
The love that makes me live

The first time I saw this world
I felt the security
Lighting candles for me,
sweating out for my safety
Just keeping me tread the light away

Now, that its not my first time to this world
Let me be the one to let you feel my happiness
Let me be the one to let you fell my gentleness
Let me be the one to le let you feel my love
Let me be the one to let you feel the security
For you my parents, my guide, my inspiration,
my light, my life.

"A poem i did as a thanksgiving to mom and dad and I presented this in my debut..."

moving on

It has been years already when I last entered into a relationship. My life was colourful that time. I can still remember the happy moments with him. Till things turned into nothing. I was broke. I was broke into tiny pieces that nobody could pick me up. Nobody could fix me. I lived my whole life in pretensions, a life that I never dream to have, a life that I almost collected the entire mask in this world. And all these things happened because of him. I ruined my life and the entire of me.

I always think that world has been cruel to me. Do I deserve this? Why can’t I be happy like them? Why can’t I live a normal life, a life that I always dream to have? Why can’t things go smooth? Why him?

These are the questions that I have in my mind now, Questions that are challenging me a lot to be a better me. I always think that time will answer my questions. Time heals all wounds. But I waited for so long already. And nothing happened to me. I’m still stuck in these questions.

I know it’s not easy to take off all the mask that I’m wearing. It’s hard to show up the real me. It’s hard to make decisions because I’m afraid that I might be wrong again. I don’t want commitments because I’m scared of disappointments. But I have to open my door. I have to be strong. I have to live. I have to this not because I want to but because I have to. Because nobody could fix me, nobody except me.

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