Dear Diary

Dearest Diary,

Time passes. Moments fades.

One thing that is certain is me. I’m still here, swimming. Struggling through the raging oceanwaves, barely breathing. Almost drowning with despair, fear, hate, dishonor, discontentment and unacceptance.

Another metaphor would be comparing me to a yellow tiny bird.

A tiny bird, thrown unto the deepest and darkest well. Before this even happened, I was just living my life in a comfy nest. Surrounded by blissful autumn leaves and rays of sunshine. Then one fateful day something hit me. I managed to recover but the oppressor wouldn’t let me go so easily. It hit me twice, thrice till it weakened all my senses and spirit. My eyes shut. While I was being dragged/carried away I heard dozens of whispers. I wasn’t sure what they talked about but ceratinly it was about me. I felt the overwhelming feeling of being caged. My sole independence was taken away from me. All my emotions poured and I chirped a frail voice. After some time I felt like I was pushed unto the darkest pit of abyss. When I opened my eyes I was already thrown unto the deepest well, not a single ray of light. Time is non-existent, there was never a day because it was always night time. Everything is pitch black. I try to fly as high as I could, but no matter how I try I would always end up getting tired. I could hear some voices telling me to continue flying, but who knows maybe it’s just me and my imagination.

I just think that whoever or whatever got me unto that deepwell was smart enough to tie heavy rocks around my tiny feet. I know that these are just tiny rocks but I feel like I’m carrying the weight of the world.

While I was caged; before it threw me down the hole: I remembered the oppressor expected me to transform unto something remarkable. The disillusion that my feathers should change its colors. My coarse voice should transform unto something sweet like a chocolate bar. It expected me to make myself feel at home. It will certainly not happened.

I was born to be free. So maybe that was one of the reasons I was thrown unto the dark abyss.

We all know how unrealistic expectations can really ruin something.

This little bird needs a little more time to discover the way out. It needs to have a little faith that in the end someone or something will open the well. No matter how tiring, it needs fly. Believing this is just a temporary state of mind.

I have to keep fighting not for others but for myself. Keeping myself sane and pray that the Lord will give me guidance.

Xoxo,

Cakes&Spaces

What Makes a Woman

Recently, series of unfortunate events are happening in our household.
1. Our maid made a leave and we’re not sure if she is coming back.
2. My mom had a cough and not just a normal one, it’s super strong and it’s been almost a month and she hasn’t fully recovered.
3. My brother got sick and caught his cough from my mom.
4. My dad got sick and has recovered.
5. I got the cough from my mom and recovered. But recently got it again.
6. I still have to petition a class for the subject I failed.
7. No maid means we have to do house works.

HOUSE WORK I dread even by the name itself. House work signifies boring, irrelevant, routinary and forceful. You do the same shit every single day without having to think, solve or learn. Dumbest thing to do. I am apologizing now if I have offended anybody. These are just my opinions.

I am seriously hating my life right now. No peace of mind, stress every single fucking day with stupid chores. No time to rest. No time to dream. Happiness nearly at zero.

The situation: I am taking my summer internship now which I enjoy and when I go back home, I still have to clean my room, take off the dry clothes, fold the clothes, clean the dogs’ shit, cook rice, bathe the dogs (which I normally do) and clean the car (because I don’t want to spend money on car wash). I barely have to time to rest and when I do I’d still hear my mom being busy with the laundry doing endless other chores. Sometimes I wish I could stop time because I really don’t want to go home.

I’d rather work multiple hours a day than stay at home and do chores. When I work I feel that I’m gaining insights, being productive, learning, and contributing to the society, but when I do household chores I don’t see the rewards of my efforts. It’s not fulfilling enough. There are no fruits in this type of labor, only distress.

Maybe I’m of those weird women. A women who would rather go to a job site, learn the specifics, drive, design, draft, rather than stay at home, clean, cook and be nourishing. There must be something wrong with me. Am I the only one who feels this way? I can’t even comprehend why some women do enjoy being housewives. So yeah, maybe I’m not the ideal woman, but I am what I am.

What makes a woman? Does she need to love doing household? Should she be able to cook, clean the house, do the laundry? Should she compromise her work in order to take care of the household? Does she need to have patience and understanding when a husband isn’t helping? Does she need to sacrifice her own career in order to take care of her family?

I honestly believe societal norms about what makes a good woman does limit a person’s capability. I hate being limited due to these circumstances. I refuse to be. I refuse to compromise myself for the sake of others. Call me selfish, but I am what I am.

Right now, I wish I’d be in another world. A world where you don’t have to clean, do the dishes, laundry or whatever nonsense. I’d rather hire plenty of maids than to deal with this shithole.

Cheers,
Cakes&Spaces

Sending My Love to Tokyo

It has been raining for a few days in Manila. Most of my days are spent at home watching movies nothing too productive. Weird as it may sounds I’m not really appreciating this “cuddle weather”. It makes me feel pretty lazy about anything. I wake up late and I sleep early, just living the bum life.

I’d often imagine myself living the fast life. Last summer we went to Tokyo and I instantly fell in love with the city. I love everything single detail about it. It was somewhere I’d say I could really belong.

Masks were used during Noh (Japanese plays)

Masks were used during Noh (Japanese plays) Image taken by the author

I love how the Japanese give value to their traditions and culture which reflected upon how they behave. When you plan to ride the subway, be sure to observe silence. Bowing and greetings are a must to show respect. Acting discreetly as compared to being loud is also part of their culture. Being honest and not taking what is not yours is also a common trait among Japanese. When my uncle left his wallet in Disney subway containing all his credit cards, IDs and money he immediately went to the nearest police booth and surprisingly it was there!

I’d say I’m a conservative type of person and Japan is the place to be!

In terms of lifestyle, from what I’ve heard and read from several articles Japanese are workaholic, but at the end of the day in order to relieve their stress they’d go for a drink. At night I did saw many drunken Japanese at Shinjuku although this was the case there was minimal or no casualties/scandals/violence at all. Drunken Japanese equates to happy people! I love how their subways stations become so busy during rush hour. You’d see tons of people in their office attire rushing to the trains and walking pretty face. Mediocrity and slouches are highly discouraged!

In terms of living spaces I also appreciate how they manage to fit everything in small spaces. When you want to live in Japan, don’t expect yourself to live in big apartments.

Night life at Shinjuku, Tokyo

Night life at Shinjuku, Tokyo Image taken by the author

Besides the people I also love the city itself! I love how they give value to riding bicycles as means of transportation to lessen the carbon footprint. It’s also common to see vendo-machines along sidewalks, near hotels or edifices. Street signs are clear and always clean. My shoes’ soles were always clean after a day of walking in Tokyo. I love how their convenient stores pretty much contain everything you need from cold noodles to undershirts, don’t even forget to try their ice cream at 7 eleven, it’s so creamy! Small- compacted and PWD-friendly streets and sidewalks plus the perfect weather (during spring) are also one of the best parts of the city. Bright city lights and signs fill up the streets at night. Mid to small-rise structures mostly cover the city’s skyline except in the CBD area. Also I’m really glad they maintained their old historic sites such as their temples, gardens and parks!

Spring in Japan

Spring in Japan Image taken by the author

Mid-rise buildings and small-compacted streets

Mid-rise buildings and small-compacted streets Image taken by the author

After a night of adventure, one of my favorite things to do is to eat midnight snacks which mainly composed of ramen and much more ramen. Don’t get me started with the perfectly cooked  Japanese egg! I’m accustomed to eating rice daily so staying in Japan wasn’t a big problem! One of the best, most fresh sushi I have ever tasted in my entire life was found in one of the restaurants in Tsukiji Market. It was perfectly sliced with wasabi inside. I could talk about Japanese food for the entire day!

Freshly made sushi with wasabi inside

Freshly made sushi with wasabi inside Image taken by the author

Anyways, experiencing a little bit of Japan was one of the most unforgettable days of my life. I still have plenty more things to learn about this country.

Wait for me dear love, I will be back soon.

Cheers,

Cakes&Spaces

I HATE YOU SO MUCH.

Nearly turning 22 and I still feel lost. Heart broken, passion fading away and I seem to see no purpose on who am I supposed to be. What am I suppose to do. I just recently got back from Cebu vacation it was pretty fun and at the same time disappointing.

Okay so what really happened? Too much thinking, pride ruined, too uptight, too much pain.

Before Cebu, you’d never fail to talk to me everyday, sending hearts, mixed signals misses, ily and just literally caught me off guard. I fell for it AGAIN. Okay honestly before you even started talking to me I’ve already got over this shit but why do you have to comeback and ruin everything. I was perfectly fine being alone. I am so stupid.

Why are you such a hopeless romantic always falling for the trap, giving all the unconditioned love even before he gives it to you? Stupid bitch. In a way the Cebu trip made me realize the truth. It slapped me really hard making me realize that you really didn’t care because if you did, you wouldn’t left me hanging. Speaking of hanging, unbelievable, you couldn’t even place your arms around me when they dared you. It seemed like I had an Ebola Virus or something.

I was so pissed why do you have to be such a drama king. I would always have to initiate the conversations. At the end I got so irritated that I didn’t want to seat beside you or even talk to you. I was just mad but I didnt show it. People were telling me that I would be the one always chasing you etc. I’m not even talking to you because I got so concious. Literally. You left me hanging. I didn’t know what reason but I just felt really hurt.

I really hate you. Hating you so much. Hating you for giving me false expectations. Hating you because I felt like a fool. Hating you because you kept giving me mixed signals. Hating you because I literally feel like you don’t even care about me. Hating you because I don’t know if you’re just shy or it makes you feel good that I admire you. Hating you because all the while you’ll just do this to me. Hating you because you didnt even initiate a conversation with me at the plane for 2 fucking hours. Hating you because I felt like a fool. Hating you because you kept talking to me online and when we see each other in person it seems like you don’t even know me. I hate you because you were such a bitch. I hate you.

Please don’t give me false expectations. Please don’t play with my heart because it has been literally broken into billion pieces. Please dont make me go through this again. I hope you wouldn’t talk to me ever again. I hope you would just leave me alone for good. I hope you wouldnt talk to me for the sake of me helping you with homeworks. I hope I’d forget you as soon as possible and proceed with the life I used to have. The ones you least expected who will hurt you will be the ones hurting you the most.

The ones you thought were the most charming, kind, good and misunderstood will be the ones who will caught you off guard. Ive had enough heartbreaks. Ive had enough bullshit. Ive had enough of stupid boys.

Cheers,

Cakes&Spaces

Super Dad

Summer of 1993, a baby girl was born.

She looked too angelic with her thin delicate hair strands, ceramic fair skin, fluffy cheeks and tiny eyes. It was probably one of the best days of her parents. One year came and her parents threw her one of the grandest reception, (photo shoots, numerous guest tables and balloons were all over the place.)

Years have passed by and the girl grew thinner, her hair is now black as dead of night with full-cut bangs. Her eyes were still small, but her attitude wasn’t. I’d say she was one of the most stubborn little girl I knew. This little girl had a temper, she made it hard for her parents to manage her. Frequent tantrums, shouting, throwing of things and disobedience made her parents really stressed! Teenage years were the one of the most complicated ones.

But, gladly they didn’t gave up! Especially my dad, he was and still is the most understanding one. Up until now I still get tantrums but I’m glad he never gets tired of scolding me and teaching me the right way of things. My dad is one of the most patient, understanding, reliable, OC and over-thinker person I’ve ever known. He’s been there ever since the day I started walking up until the day I started driving!

I know I’ve been one of the reasons why your hair strands turned white, but remember that I’ll always love you. You’ll always be the no. 1 before anybody else! Boys come and go, but my dad will always stay with me.

Happy Father’s Day to all the dads.

Cheers,

Cakes&Spaces

Lady Drivers: The Struggle is Real

Last month I finally had my driving lessons and got my license! YAY for me. One step ahead to a better self and independence! I have to say driving here in Manila is such a challenge and you really have to have your full attention when you do so. Bumpy roads, reckless jeep drivers, pedestrians who constant jaywalk, traffic, abusive enforcers those are the few basic things you need to pay attention to! Hopefully, I get will get use to this and my patience won’t run out!

Actually, Manila driving is not my topic for today maybe I can rant it here some other time. The main subject I would want to talk about is women drivers. Recently I had a talk with my cousin, he said that the road is not for women. Of course, “men are better drivers” because almost all the drivers here in Manila are men and most of the time they have the same brainwaves. Do you guys agree? Well, it does make sense. But the fact is driving laws are almost universal so there is a clear set of rules for everybody to follow, so I guess it negates the idea of having the same brainwaves because you wouldn’t really need one if proper rules are followed. But then, if you’re in Manila, it would be a totally different situation.

Anyway, before we proceed don’t get me wrong I’m not against men or anything but a particular driving experience made me really pissed me off.

When I was driving to Makati having light window tint, my dad told me not to wear shorts when driving because the truck driver was smiling and looking at me in a very “unfriendly” way. For me I would like to raise this particular issue, not only do women are constantly belittled in terms of driving skills and more prone to abuse (traffic enforcers), but also we have to be conscious of what clothes to wear! The struggle is real! Sometimes I find myself being limited to these circumstances. I told my dad, “I don’t care if he looks because I felt like wearing shorts today so I wore one.” I won’t compromise myself due to others. What I wear is how I express myself. It’s pretty hot here in Manila, so I guess it’s reasonable to wear shorts. Even if it’s not, it’s still not a validation for harassment. Sometimes men need to learn no matter how short a woman’s clothes are or how low her blouse is none of your business. We are not asking for it. We aren’t asking for your cat calling or annoying smirks, whistles or stare. Do not blame us for wearing what makes us feel confident and comfortable, instead blame yourselves and be ashamed for being disrespectful.

These types of circumstances should make women even bolder instead of fearful. God bless the truck driver. Hoping his wife and daughter wouldn’t experience the same thing from him.

Cheers,

Cakes&Spaces

Little Miss Independent

Last night our family had dinner with an aunt from Canada. Everything went pretty well and it’s been a long time since we all talked. I couldn’t help but admire her. A woman who works in an internationally well-known cosmetic brand as a marketing staff, living in her own apartment, driving her own car and at the same time who’s constantly traveling the world! Before moving to Toronto she was living in Taiwan. She’s been living the life of Carrie Bradshaw (in Sex and the City) Toronto version! I’ve fancied myself to become one of those strong, powerful and independent women.

Cheers,

Cakes&Spaces

Multiple Persona: How to get Yourself back

Have you guys seen the latest trailer Inside Out by Disney’s Pixar film? Recently, I’m having that kind of drama inside my mind where self-pity, sadness, and needy are in constant battle with self-empowerment, pride and independence. My pride and independent selves are constantly evaluating how being in love with someone makes you feel really shitty, to the point of not recognizing yourself.

Did you really text him first? Why do you put up with his mixed signals? Why are you constantly waiting for his message in Facebook? Why do you bother to think about him all day when you’re not sure if he’s doing the same? You thought about him too much that he appeared even in your sweetest dreams! So yeah, I needed to rehabilitate before I completely lost —me.

We become desperately in love and we do stupid things. Doing stupid things for the sake of love makes you feel less of who you are. Did the strong, confident, powerful, beautiful independent, passionate and “not care of what others may think” attitude just jumped out of the window?

I’m over thinking again. Anyways, if some of you may be in the same situation as mine don’t lose hope because we will get through this together. Here are some of the tips I do to fight off my needy/clingy/desperate self:

1. Look unto the mirror and rekindle what makes you beautiful.

I know this sound pretty vain, but how can someone love you when you don’t even love yourself. Your flaws and imperfections make you truly unique and beautiful. I may have the smallest eyes, some may see it unflattering, but what the hell I find them cute.

2. Healthy body and a healthy mind equate to self radiance.

Have you ever notice how some people bloom compare to others? Some people have acquired the highest sex appeal even though they’re not the prettiest women/ most handsome men inside the room. When you take care of yourself, you feel good about it thus unconsciously you become more self confident again. Personally, I know I belong to the oily face skin group and yet every morning/evening I manage to design my own skin care routine in order to reduce breakouts and pimples. I regularly visit my dermatologist which led me to less pimples. Now I can wear light makeup everyday, and I feel pretty! That’s one way of taking good care of yourself.

3. Change of perspectives.

“Why would you even think about him when he may not do the same?” Sometimes you need to counteract whatever your mind is thinking. When you’re stupidly in love self tells you to message him you have to be rational and evaluate carefully if it’s even the right thing to do. When you haven’t heard from him for days means he doesn’t like you as much as you do. No matter how busy a person is, if the person really likes you he’ll find a way to talk to you. Don’t make yourself look stupid and remind yourself to have self-respect.

4. Focus on self-improvement.

Maybe you have been thinking of getting in to that good school for your Masters Degree or you’d really want to study abroad. Then why not give all your time on learning a new language/ culture or earning/ saving and investing money so that you wouldn’t have to rely for your parents’ money. Why not start a blog just like this one?

5. Spend time with people who really matter and regain old friendships.

You may not have seen your girlfriends for months now, why not catch up and gain the relationships back? Instead of feeling sad and desperate, why not enjoy the moment with your friends and family. Don’t take them for granted because they were the ones who were truly there when you needed the help most. They were already there when you were born. They were the ones who built and molded your personality.

6. Look unto the brighter side, the greener pasture.

You may think that it have caused you a lot of heartaches when you feel he may not like you the way you like him, but hey, at least you already know. Having the wrong person as your partner may have caused you to lose a lot of time, efforts, and even money. Why not spend your allowance for something truly satisfying like shopping, eating good food or for your parents?

Whatever it is that you’re going through I guarantee you an over thinker such as me is also going through the same rocky road. But hey, at least you’re not alone and I hope this helps! Go get that strong woman back because she’s been missing you.

Cheers,

Cakes&Spaces

Scared-y Cat: Thoughts on Love

Once again the day has departed, memories were made, time passed, but one thing has never changed, I’m still in love with you. While I was driving I was thinking of you, as I went out to lunch with my dad I was still thinking of you, and as I rest my head closed my eyes I was and still am thinking of you. You literally got me under your spell.

Do we have a choice to be or not to be in love? 

You may not be the kindest person I’ve ever met, or even the most responsible person I’ve ever been with, in fact you may be the most annoying, laziest, geekiest, gym-addict and clumsiest person I’ve known and yet I’ve fallen for you. What can I do? I get butterflies every single time you take the initiative to talk to me and I’m thankful for that. I’m thankful for the Spain-adventures we had even it was too short to be even remembered. I am utterly grateful for the time we spent doing research at the library and also to the dinners we had near school.

Honestly, I could talk about this seemingly uncomplicated thing for the whole day, but there’s always something holding me back. I’ve never got the courage to say even to anyone that I’ve fallen for you. I’m always in the state of denial that I just see you like everyone else. As I’ve fallen deeper and deeper unto this pit hole, I just told my friends that I’m just slightly interested in you and it’s nothing serious. Maybe, I’m just scared. Commitment, love, relationships scares me. I’m scared to see my established self once again being hurt and shattered unto pieces. I’m a strong independent woman and relying to others for assurances makes me feel less of me. The past always holds me back. My heads are always in the clouds. I wonder when will I be ever ready?

At some point of my life, I need to be ready to start all over again. As I lay to sleep I am hoping this post wouldn’t stay as a thought rather there must be an action, either he feels the same way or not. Either I’m ready or not. Tune in for more updates every Sunday!

Much love.

Cheers,

Cakes & Spaces

The Hulk in Me

Intense anger

It was around 14:25 in the afternoon and I was supposed to write something based on my schedule. Then my mom called, asking me to book her flight together with my cousins. While I was booking their flights, the website kept crashing. The credit card wouldn’t verify the payment, the internet would suddenly disconnect and it took me at least an hour of trial and error. I still couldn’t access. Then, I snapped.

The monster in me awakened and I couldn’t control it. Strong and hateful words flow through my mouth like flames firing up. My head felt like having an explosion. My hands felt like they would want to smash something. And they did. Without control, my hands smashed repetitively through these delicate keyboards. I had no control of what I was doing. My mind was clouded with anger and hate. I just had to release it. I was in the verge of anger when the laptop turned off. It had enough of my smashes. For a moment I felt ashamed of what I have done and fear because my laptop might broke. On the other hand, when my laptop opened, I felt relieved because that certain anger was released and at the same time my laptop was still okay. There are few instances where this particular situation happens, as much as possible I try my very best to control it.

In my opinion, ever since I was young I would admittedly tell you controlling anger is certainly my weakness. I wouldn’t elaborate much, but to give you an idea on how I was before when I got mad I literally throw things outside the window or in my room, it’s good to know I don’t do this anymore. I have been battling it for quite a few years now. Although I cannot say I am immune to this flaw, but at least I’ve manage to be aware of myself and as much as possible avoid situations like the laptop incident.

Is it just me or do some people also feel this? No matter how I manage to look through so may tips and tricks on how to control my anger somehow it doesn’t work. I’d often see the classic example of counting 1-10 or more and yet whenever I do so I would even get angrier. In this post, I would be sharing with you some of the things I often do which may or may not work for you.

1. I don’t count.

Counting only makes me angrier. I don’t see the purpose of how you can release an emotion through counting. I guess they would say it would give you more focus and clear mind, but it doesn’t work for me.

2. Voice it out.

Sometimes when I get angry alone, I release it through words, I shout, I curse which is better than physically hurting someone or something. The maid might find it weird when I talk and get angry at myself, but hey please don’t judge me.

3. I rant it with my friends.

Since Facebook and other forms of Social Media are readily available 24/7, when something would pissed me off I would chat with my friends and just tell them why I’m pissed and I just need to rant. It would be a good form of therapy when you get different perspectives from different people and you’d realize how petty some of the situations are. Or better yet, rant it to twitter, nobody would care because they also do it. I use my twitter as a form of release for my emotions.

4. Write it down.

When I had a complicated conflicting drama with my “ex” (If we were really together), I wrote a letter to him in a yellow pad how I felt and solemnly swear that I wouldn’t “get back”with him, of course I didn’t send the letter, I just kept it for myself.

5. Don’t create a hateful aura for everyone and blame/involve other people.

When people have a bad day and get angry, sometimes they unintentionally get pissed with people around them, it maybe strangers who happen to sit next to you or your loved ones who happens to be there in the situation with you. In cases like these, what I would do is just close my eyes, try to regain my senses and think of the consequences of my actions. I would imagine how people who had a good day would be affected by your mood can be pretty selfish.

6. Flipped your own mindset/ thinking and shift it to self-pride.

Whenever random strangers would pissed me off whenever I’m in the car or commuting to school, I would change my mindset and understand them. I would tell myself that I wouldn’t go down to their level since I’m quite knowledgeable and I know the rules to these types of situation.

7. Cry.

When it’s too much I cry and release the cluttered emotions. When you’ve experienced a really messy break up, I suggest you cry, reflect, release (or whatever you need to do) for 2-3 days and get over it. When you release all the negative emotions you’ll start to regain your senses and you would think that you’re better than this. Never deny because it would hurt more if you kept it inside,

8. When all else fail. Pray or join an intervention whether volunteering or helping others.

I would always believe the power of spiritual healing and guidance. When you find peace through prayers, you find peace with yourself. When you help others you would realize how lucky and fortunate you are. Some people may have bigger problems than you, yet they managed to give thanks and make it through the day.

So there, I hope somehow this article will enlightened some in my situation anger can be a pesky flaw. I give applause for people who are in the deepest complicated situation and yet manage to be so calm and collected. I honestly don’t know how they do it.

Cheers,

Cakes&Spaces