interview

I was washing my hair when the phone rang. And of course, my instincts told me to answer it. Talk about surprises.

Now I'm anxiously waiting for another phone call. I'm crossing my fingers.

I told my friends to pray for me. I should do the praying but I don't know how to. I told myself before that I no longer believe in wishes but now I'm wishing harder than ever. Wishes are also prayers, aren't they? Wish wish wish... wishy-washy.

support

Just when you're oh so ready to give up and be swallowed by your miserable life, you would notice hands trying to reach out to you.

How many times have i uttered words of appreciation to my friends? Yet I will never grow tired of saying it again and again... "thank you". Simple words that mean the whole world to me.

Cebu is indeed life-changing.

chocolate cake for the lazy

5-Minute Chocolate Mug Cake

4 tablespoons flour

4 tablespoons sugar

2 tablespoons cocoa

1 egg

3 tablespoons milk

3 tablespoons oil

3 tablespoons chocolate chips (optional)

A small splash of vanilla extract

1 large coffee mug (MicroSafe)

Add dry ingredients to mug, and mix well. Add the egg and mix thoroughly. Pour in the milk and oil and mix well.. Add the chocolate chips (if using) and vanilla extract, and mix again. Put your mug in the microwave and cook for 3 minutes at 1000 watts. The cake will rise over the top of the mug, but don't be alarmed! Allow to cool a little, and tip out onto a plate if desired. EAT ! (this can serve 2 if you want to feel slightly more virtuous).

And why is this the most dangerous cake recipe in the world?

Because now we are all only 5 minutes away from chocolate cake at any time of the day or night!

homefront

It pains me to know that my sisters and my brother aren't getting along with each other these days. The awkward silences and the complaints that are being passed around has become a little annoying. My aunt told me that I was made to come home so that I can act as a mediator. I thought I would have a restful vacation but it turned out that being in Davao is more of a job than anything else. Playing nurse and acting like a good sister are causing the dark circles around my eyes to grow darker. Not that I can judge my siblings on where their emotions are heading, seeing that I haven't been home to help out for 4 years now (and counting). These dark circles serve as payment for the times when I have been too far away to witness the worsening situation.

I am fervently hoping that the baby's presence will push A to do a better job in straightening out his life.

the little worm