An ABC Away

An easy, lighter post. No fancy-shamncy emotionally perplexing words here. This is just a fun, getting-to-know-myself post. Okay. Here we go!

(A) Age: 7 years of bratty, snot-covered, fat-and-sugar diet years, 12 years of less brattiness, snot-free, yet still immersed in with the same diet, a year of yoyo moods and a combination of everything else. 20 years total. FACT: I am now a lover of nature's rainbow. I have fully come to love the freshness and miracles of nature in its natural state: that is fruits and veggies to you, junk foodies out there. Don't you worry. Those peanutbutter cups shall never be neglected!

(B) Bed Size: Queen Size. With two royalties sleeping on it.

(C) Chore You Hate: Worrying. UGH. Such a chore. It is the worst of them all.

(D) Dogs? I adore them. Wish I could own one. A big dog. A black Labrador! I shall name him Jack.

(E) Essential Start Your Day Item: FOOD. Within 5 minutes or less of waking up.

(F) Favorite Color: Orange. To wear? Black, white and gray. With a pop of color.

(G) Greens? Like what I said, I couldn't get enough of them. For about 6 months now, they've become my best friend. I literally have to have something green in every meal. (That's up to 6-8 meals a day) Though quite frankly, I can never be a vegetarian. The vegan or whatever meat-free diet is just not for me. This girl has to have her meat and cheese. And again, just so we're clear, some junkfood just can't be obsolete. Balance is the key. 70% what your body needs, the other 30% can be what YOU need. Emergency cases are an exception of course. Yes. Those are THE days.

(H) Height: 5' 5"

(I) Instruments You Play: The spatula, baby!

(J) Job Title: An unemployed, struggling culinary artist-artist

(K) Kids? Sure. In about a decade.

(L) Live: A humbly, estrogen-oozing, single-womanly run home. (by my mega mothaa)

(M) Marriage? The beginning of my happily ever after.

(N) Nicknames: Rose, Rosey (there are a handful of people who could pull off calling me Rosey. And when they do, it's one of the sweetest sounds), and Abba (short for TABA-meaning fat in Tagalog. Only a family member calls me this.) Why yes internet. I am innately and perpetually a fatty. But remember, balance, balance, BALANCE

(O) Overnight Hospital Stays? Yes. 2 weeks when I had dengue. I was quite the sickbug. That's why I kept losing weight. Regular colds and flu would last weeks with me. Unfortunately until now, I am 20 years old and I still get sick quite often. My mom says I naturally have a weak body. It's quite upsetting actually. That's why I'm always hungry. (the literal kind) It's my body's way of coping I guess. This is the main reason why I am fully committed to this new leaf. The balance thing is going great so far. Hopefully no more sick days for me. Anyway. Let's go back to these questions, shall we?

(P) Pet Peeve: Liars and assholes. A combination is catastrophic.

(Q) Quote from a Movie: Oh. Couldn't think of one right now. I wouldn't want to simply search for one. Mmmmm. How about from a book instead? "I love you everyday, now all I can do is miss you every day." It's from For One More Day by Mitch Albom. It's imprinted in my head ever since.

(R) Right or Left Handed? Lefty.

(S) Siblings: An older sister. She's a junkfoodie too! A harder one to steer, though. But.... challenge accepted!

(T) Time You Wake Up? Depends. All I know is I get cranky when I sleep less than 8 full hours. Which means I am a pain in the ass on most mornings.

(U) Underwear: How am I supposed to answer this? Uh. Yes? I wear one everyday.

(V) Vegetable You Dislike: I don't dislike any vegetable at all. I have learned to love them. Really. Which is good. And that includes bitter, slimy veggies. They are my pals now. Huraaah huraaaah

(W) What Makes You Laugh: Mmmm. You can't really pin point exact moments of jovial outbursts. All I know is my genuine laughing-my-panties-off, on-the-verge-of-peeing-a-little laughs are simply priceless.

(X) X-tra Large? Softdrinks? No. I have cut that out of my system for about a year now. Rehabilitated and proud of it! But everything else that I truly, truly like has to supersized. Or else I'll end up getting seconds. But yet again, BALANCE

(Y) Yummy Food You Make: EVERYTHING! *taps on the back* Kidding. Well at least I try to. My motto is to cook with all the senses you have. That entails how it will smell, look, taste, and feel on the tongue. The cacophonous sizzles in the pan takes care of the sound. Of course, the laughs around the table shall complete your masterpiece. Cooking with the heart always comes through your food. It's like you are sharing a piece of you for them to take in (literally). They may not remember all the random conversations you've had that day. But the one's who were able to genuinely enjoy the gems of your labor shall have that within them for the rest of their lives. (And yes, even after going to the bathroom)

(Z) Zoo, Favorite Animal: Sharks and Dolphins. Have seen them only once at the Manila Ocean Park. And I fell inlove. They are misunderstood, magical kings of the sea.

This was fun! I'd like to do one purely about food.
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Have a great one, YOU!

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(A) Age: (B) Bed Size: (C) Chore You Hate: (D) Dogs? (E) Essential Start Your Day Item: (F) Favorite Color: (G) Greens? (H) Height: (I) Instruments You Play: (J) Job Title: (K) Kids? (L) Live: (M) Marriage? (N) Nicknames: (O) Overnight Hospital Stays? (P) Pet Peeve: (Q) Quote from a Movie (R) Right or Left Handed? (S) Siblings: (T) Time You Wake Up? (U) Underwear: (V) Vegetable You Dislike: (W) What Makes You Laugh? (X) X-tra Large? (Z) Zoo, Favorite Animal:

The Walking Dead

Is it possible to feel both the anguishes of pain and the numbness of the cold at the same time? They say that the cold numbs you. It tricks every single vein into transporting the signals of pain straight to our credulous minds and then sends it out through the nostrils instead. A sort of deranged yet still an entertaining way of looking at it, right? Though despite all my efforts in rationalizing these in my quirky ways, it still hurts. Burns and fades the numbness' miracles.

I had no idea the coldest could ever be colder. I am not talking about some lover's love here, Internet. I have been clear to have been over that. Though it still exists, I can no longer pretend and mock you guys with the bigger issue, the entire picture.

I have a father. A living, breathing biological "papa". Though what seems to be perfectly "normal" to me turns out to be a helluva lie. I was entrapped by crudeness, the warmth that was deprived from me. I was lurking in a jacked up fairytale I creatively made up inside this humongously callow head. It could have been either an accidental feat or a humored coincidence. Who's to decide?

I cannot bring my self to lay down each and every word, the unfortunate truths.  You may think I am some strong weirdo for carrying all these right above my bruised shoulders. You are dead wrong. I'm weak. Unyielding but vulnerable. I keep everything in. Not giving any shit about the possibility of exploding. The dilatory fact that I will eventually burst into sad, insignificant particles carelessly diffusing in the air.

Make my heart beat. Convince me that I am in fact, breathing and, well... Alive.

I Missed Me Too

Did I serve the term missing-in-action even a tiny bit of justice? I believe so. Heck, I clearly do. Missed me? Well Internet, I did too-- I do. I fucking missed myself too. I missed having this opportunity of being able to channel all my bickering, bitching, ranting or whatever the hell you want to call this modern-savage way of releasing both the stress and the "distresses" of life- of this crookedly presented shenanigan people call life. Okay. I will say this now and never repeat it again. I will not even attempt to read my previous excruciatingly existing posts. No matter what I do or even try to wish for to disappear, no genie is powerful enough to make all the pain go away. Now I hope you guys aren't thinking my whole empty world simply revolves around this one memory. It is verily an undeniable occurrence of the realities of love but will only forever be a mere flake of my entire existence. A simple memory, and not the currently being written memoir. Now enough of this crazy broken-hearted fistful of tears and pain. To put an end to this post-melancholy fragment of my being, I would like to end it with this statement. Okay.

I had finally found love once, though lost it defenselessly. Now, if there is one thing this unfortunate event taught me, it would be that something as inestimable as love will always be worth hurting for, most especially when you know that in the end, you truly, soul-baringly loved and felt loved.

Now this is where my life truly begins.
Chapter 1. The Pulverized-hearted. The Paternal Love Seeking. The Loner. The Life's Purpose Bombarded Rose.


Watch out world. This cuckoo will make a helluva comeback!