A HAPPY BIRTHDAY. A RRRRRRRREALLY HAPPY BIRTHDAY. (^____^) ♥

cravingsforfood:

Chicken cordon bleu.

Recipe here.

Just kept doodling on my nails.

I had no plans of what I wanted to do exactly, hence this.

PS.

Not very good at painting my nails.

Baby Malaya is not a baby anymore. ♥

She’s about 5 months old now and growing huuuuuge!

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Malaya and Tatay’s emo moments.

Haha!

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Malaya ♥

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♥ OUR HOUSE IN NUEVA ECIJA. ♥

When I was young, my summer was spent in this very house with my grandparents. It was designed and built by my dad. 

So many happy memories were made in this house and it’s a shame to see how it slowly fell into disrepair over the years.

Dear Mindreader,

There is no certainty as to when I’d see you again. You pop up and you disappear time and again.

It only struck me last week, the 23rd of February, cold, harsh reality: You live such a dangerous life, a world so much more different than my own, a world that I only read in books or see in movies, that it terrifies me so much I might not get to hug you anymore one day.

So I’ve finally decided that while you’re here, right now in front of me, I’d hug you and kiss you and be with you while I can.

I’ve always been reluctant to show you how I feel, but now… I won’t be afraid anymore to show you that I care about you.

Because I do. I care about you. And I love you so, so much.

Remember that with me you will always find love and care, a home, shelter and everything you seek.

I pray for the day when you’re back with me, safe and sound.

Yours always and forever,

Fruit Salad

*** (written February 24, 2012)

And all of a sudden, I had a silent conversation in my head while I sat here weeping quietly,

with all the emotion pouring forth,

transforming into words,

my very heart, my very soul,

but sadly, I spoke them to you in my head.

I do not recall the words now.

And I sit here, mind bemused, emotion hollow once more.

But I wish you could have heard.

I wish you could have felt it.

—-A.C.C.