“Friend is someone to share the last cookie with.”

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“thank you universe for sending a rainbow in my cloud”

Sometimes you will find a friend in the middle of nowhere. Most of the times, it happens at the very least moment of your life.

Maybe because it helps you to realize that friendship doesn’t work with big things. Big gifts. Big shits. Big lies.

But just a simple and ample connection. Just that.

It doesn’t speak time. Space. Age. Place. Nor race.

I have a few. Not that much I guess.

I’m a lil’ bit obsessed of being alone.

Introvert problems.

Naahh. haha

But my crazy friends are enough to make my life so loud.

Few. But loud.

Hey, thank you din. 🙂 ❤

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Kwentong Pancit Canton: Isang seryosong panawagan

“Lumaki na siya. Iba na. Iba na ang lasa.”

 

Habang mahimbing na natutulog ang nanay kong kulot, tatay kong panot at pamangin kong mataba (haha) kasalukuyan kong hinihintay maluto ang Pancit Canton na nakuha ko mula sa raffle sa opisina. Lumaki na siya. Iba na.

 

Iba na ang lasa.

 

Isa ‘kong fan ng Pancit Canton. Halos lahat ata ng flavor nakain ko na. Pero ang pinakapaborito ko sa lahat ang Calamansi.Ito ang kinakain ko sa tuwing wala akong kasama sa bahay. (Hindi kasi ako marunong magluto.) Ito  ang tumawid ng puyat-days ko nung Nursing student pa ‘ko. Ito rin ang nagtaguyod ng pagsusunog ko ng kilay nung nag-aaral ako ng Accounting sa college. Ito rin siguro yung naging panawid gutom naming magkakaibigan sa tuwing pupunta kami sa mga bahay bahay ng bawat isa lalo na pag may school projects. At higit sa lahat, eto ang kinakain ko ngayon.

 

Malaki na ang packaging nito. Mas mataba ang mga noodles. Nung una ko ‘to makita sa tindahan, feeling ko lumaki din mata ko. Kasi yung dating tasa na pinaghahainan ko ng Pancit Canton, naisip kong mapupuno ko na siya!!!! Naexcite ako. Sobra.

 

Pero parang nag-iba yung lasa. Hindi ko po alam kung kulang yung sahog o masyadong marami at mataba yung noodles kayo hindi kinaya ng sauce.

 

Ganun pa man, kung mababasa niyo po ‘to, mahal ko pa rin ang Pancit Canton. Kahit nag-iba na ang lasa. Medyo nasaktan lang ako. Eh kung ibang noodles yan, ano bang pakialam ko. Hindi ko naman kinakain yun. (Pero nakain naman ako ng Yakisoba minsan.) Kaso hindi ko lang inexpect na manggagaling sa inyo na mabago ang lasa. Walang kwenta o madrama man ‘to, pero ang noodles na ‘to ay isa sa bumuo ng aking pagkatao. Kasi dito ko mas nakilala ang mga kaibigan kong baliw, dito ko natutunan na kahit gabi na, may karapatan kang gumising at kumain, na kahit anong anghang ng Pancit Canton, eh dahil sa gusto mo, kakainin mo pa rin hanggang sa mabusog ka.

 

Siguro sa ngayon, sisimulan ko ng sanayin ang sarili ko. Na kahit pala Pancit Canton na iyong nakasanayan mula pagkabata.. pwede pa lang mawala.

 

-burrrpppp! Nabusog ako. 🙂

Meeting Strangers

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Ulit daw kasi walang laman. Hahaha Mixed up schedules. Pasensya na, sa nagtatanong sa twitter kung ano laman ng post na’to, eto na Abby. Nakakahiya naman sayo girl 🙂

Living in the world of strangers

It was a mistake.

Mistake. Let’s start how this post automatically ruined the sched. I wasn’t able to update my blog and this one slipped on and the KAW thing. So, I had to delete it. But to make things through, let’s start it all over again.

Strangers.

I’m having trouble connecting to people. To strangers to be exact, and that’s what I’m trying to get through for the past few days. I met some who are comfortable to be with though. Particularly this guy who is..who doesn’t know me at all. He said he wants to know more about me, and I just said, you’ll just get bored. However he insisted. That tore me apart. At first he was a stranger to me, but as I learned about the way he walks, the way he speaks, the way he wipes his eyes (he wears specs), the way he laughs, the way he sees stuff, the way he sings, and the way he does things… I guess he’s not a stranger anymore. I find it strange though. But I like strange. I think I’m annoying him already. haha Ramdam ko. And that is kinda sad… because…he might be a stranger again. Nakakatampo.

-Blog ko ‘to. walang basagan ng feelings. 😐

Oh please, Do Me A Favor :)

 

 

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Count a “friend” poppin’in. Enjoy the hunt! 🙂

Love your friend even if he* or she* hasn’t brushed  his* or her* teeth yet, talk to him* or her. Even if she hasn’t called you, give her a call. Even if she’s too busy, find time to hug her. Love your friend without hesitations; 101% of trust. Believe her reasons. If she lies, take that 1%. Use it to smack her face with truth. Then listen. And then put it back to make up the 101% again. Love your friend like a sibling, wash her feet if she can’t. When she’s sick, be there. No words, just be there. Love your friend like you’re her Mama. Care for her when she’s weak and doesn’t know what to do next. Love your friend like you’re her old man. Protect her from further pain..vulnerability. Love your friend with patience..understanding..RESPECT. Not by misjudgment or prejudice. You love your friend, but you throw things behind her ass? Fuck you! You’re not her friend. You’re nothing but a suckedupdickbitch friend.

DO YOURSELF A FAVOR. Love your friend simply because he or she has a heart and a soul.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Answer: 13 🙂