cooking WITH love

How do you know if that is a great start?
Do you believe in everything that you do has a meaning?
Does the things that Midas touched before is made out of really beautiful?
Is that made out of love?
I have this random tweet from one of my followers and he said that "you always cook when you're in love"
Which reminds me, I always cook when I am inspired. Isn't it nice?
Is it because of you?
You answered some of the questions that I used to find but does that lead me to the another boggle game again?
I am used walking towards the next page but will this differ?
If he has the courage to pull me back would that matter?
Have I made up my mind yet?
Did I already set the time to 10:10 already?
Am I ready to be glanced again?
am I part of the eBay refurbished commodity this time?
Will I admit that I am bruised?
will I be sold?
Will I able to accept the patches that will be on my crown?
Am I really bound to have this all the time?
Do I always end up with a frown?
Is it always a temporary high?
which makes me think, when will that stable fly?

One thing permanent to me now is to rest my questions,
for they always say "let the problem problems the problem".

P.S.

You taught me a good lesson and like them it always stays here, you will stay here, it will be safe here and you will be safe here *pointing on my mind and touching my heart

Warmth

"Let us give love a try", I'll start it with that line.
Who have thought that I found myself being by your side.
You came at the right moment and at my awkward time.
I suddenly felt at home at a strangers arm and restlessness collide.

OH!
thinking I should say NO!
was that casually?
or you did that because I was a casualty?

I am not that strong to resist you.

I felt weak.
that time I was a meek.

Click.
Flick.
then there, the sound, Tick!


Iambic.
Erotic.
cinematic.
Indeed, it was Kinetic.

Then we crossed the rough road.
I never imagined you can offer that ode.
Thy desire, you lode.
About those confusions, you put a node.

We...

not in a hurry.
not in haste.
procrastinate.
Just the way it is, placid.

P.S.

We will know that someday.
For now I'm good here...
for I know we are better than strangers, less than partners...
close to lovers.

splashed

They say it is a battle between wants and needs.

Some say it is between being ready and destiny.

We could have save so much time to say things in haste.

In contrary, patience is the sweetest embrace.

We've all been dreaming of a happily ever after but when it tastes bitter, there goes the crumpled letter.

But let's just say we grab, we shake and we roll em'.

Dive in the endless savor of enjoyment, for we will never know until it is meant.

It is a great feeling of not being lonely if you anticipate and he won't do it, for you will still expect it.

I'll be glad if one day we'll see ourselves lying under the sun and your head is into mine while whispering: I have never felt like the excitement of waking up in the morning with your kiss as dreams dismiss.

We all make this make believe.

A person we want to achieve.

bumping in to serendipity,

a gateway to serenity.

We'll soon get there in the bliss just believe and you will conceive.

manila's harbor: chocolate and latte

I was waiting for someone, something and many came.
Many came and you did.
I remembered myself uttering these words, "I wasn't ready.", but I guess I was fooling myself.
I am ready but no one I like is.
You are or maybe when your about to read this you were.
I waited, yes I waited for you but you did not come.
I closed my eyes and say maybe, just maybe you will come again.
I am not even sure if the talk is or are part of you showing up, but I must say I'll take that as you showing up.
Do you want me to be honest, the words that I usually tell you if i want to tell something, you just made me cry after a long time, months I mean.
I am writing while watching bridges in Madison county. The movie that you want me to watch.
I am typing my words of fool. I miss to be hurt and to finally give in to the words, that I can't tell because it is not yet developed but I wish to say those to you. One day if you insinuate. I was waiting for you to do that and still am as this moment.
I can control my feelings but not for you.
Everything is tangible but it is just like colors.
Riddles are good choice of expression. Metaphors are sly.
Can you tell me why I should stay, stay in the morning, in that morning at the bay. On that Sunday I left my heart, in a cup of cold chocolate and the latte that we were sipping. As my smoke at this time fills the air in this room, it reminded me I am still capable of loving again. If we are not meant to be together at least you taught me one thing it is okay to cry.

P.S.

I'll wait until I can.
At least I tried, waiting for you at manila's harbor every Sunday morning.

LOOKBOOK.nu: "saturday aftermath" by Alvin Melgar

LOOKBOOK.nu: "saturday aftermath" by Alvin Melgar: "? Glasses, ?, Mental Comic Blazer, Mine Hook Necklace"

I am not a korean!

I am going back to manila.. la la la la la
everyone in the airport thought that I am a korean... I tell them in tagalog, "Kuya pinoy ako (sir I am a filipino)"

fedora: greenhills
glasses: straight from korea
undershirt: Zara
cardigan: SM surplus
belt: kuya's closet
shorts: from an old jeans that i cut
bag: from japan
shoes: nike

nature HOP

while having a nature trip from Bacolod...

fedora: streets of manila
glasses: straight from korea
top: people are people
belt: kuya's closet
shorts: from an old jeans that i cut
bag: from japan
shoes: nike