love is...

HAPPY MONTHSARY! ♡

To the guy who I've known for a decade already, who took care of me when I was freakin' bed-ridden, who took me out on dates because, who sat and wept with me when I felt the world was crumbling down on me, who encouraged and supported me, who fetches me wherever I might be, who wakes me up every morning cause I'm too much of a lazy-ass, who never failed to applaud me achievement after achievement,who genuinely cares and loves me - Robinson Quiblat, I love you. 

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 

Bears all things..

Believes all things..

Hopes all things..

ENDURES all things..

LOVE NEVER FAILS.

( 1 corinthians 13 3-7)

Here's to more seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years, decades with you. 

the evolution of a woman part 2!

The first blog entry about my self-obsessed pictures are here.

But one night, Rob & I had the time and energy to rummage through old photo albums and he got the chance to tease me about my Camille Pratts days, the forever bangs.

My baby pictures look a lot like... Yeye. :)

Kuya Mark, Ama, Angkong and me
Legit doe-eyed chinese baby girl

all we do is eat

"The way to a man's heart is through his stomach."

I was never any good at cooking. 

Slaving away in the heat of the kitchen and risking that you may have less number of fingers after you're done? No, thank you. 

But.. as they say, nothing is constant but change. 

I've blogged about cooking for Rob here. And I enjoyed it. Really. :)

But more than cooking, what I recently found out is my love for.. eating.

NOMNOMNOM!

I swear that I eat like a freaking dinosaur now. Rawr! 

I don't know why I don't gain weight at all. It is so unfair to those who try hard not to eat and count their calorie intake and still gain weight. lol. I just want to gain a few pounds. Just a few.. like 10. or 15, maybe?

E is for Effort!

I was supposed to blog this earlier but....

Anyway, 

Rob & I have been rekindling our relationship okay, our love after things have been settled between us. 

I want to commend him for exerting so much effort that I feel as if he is courting me. 

Since we've seen each other again and talked, he's been doing A LOT of things for me. 

I mean, A LOT.

He's been bringing me to and fetching me from work EVERYDAY. EVERY SINGLE DAY.

the evolution of a woman. chos!

And now, a run down memory lane.

That's how I used to roll. haha

the pains of being a woman

AHHHHHHHH!

The pain of being a woman!!! I've been enduring stupid cramps for days now. And does not get any better by the day. Argh! This is just too much. 

And because I am a woman, I am allowed to rant and complain this time of the month!! 



FUCKKK!! Fuck this pain. 

Women are being constantly subjected to various kinds of pain - physical, emotional, psychological, even spritual! And yet we are considered inferior to men?! I don't think so. 

HERE ARE SOME OF OUR PAINS:

your secret

THIS IS THE LAST TIME THAT I AM GIVING YOU THE TIME OF THE DAY.