Life in a Cinnamon

"Life seems to love the liver of it."
I recently had a self-diagnosis and discovered that I have an eating disorder. It is quite true- this food overspending and capricious cravings are the symptoms of having an ED. I often find myself in an episode of relentless whining until my appetite is satisfied. Hence, an eating disorder.
This self-analysis eating disorder led me to an amusing conclusion: my eating habit is one way of expressing my emotions.  I devour when I am joyful; every occasion my lovey-dovey and I had always involved a plate of savory meal or an outlandish appetizer or a slice of Quattro Formaggi. Reunions are served with several options of food to choose from as a celebration of reunited love and friendship.
On the heavier side, I turn to sweets, a lot of them, on my dull quarter-life crisis moments. Food is my way of recuperating from emotional dysfunctions as if dining is a sweet dreamful escape from my frustration-filled waking life.
A recent conversation with Cara one morning at the office pantry led us to a delightful conclusion: food is our way of going places. Food has the magical way of cutting the distance and carrying us to Mexico, Italy, India and so many exotic places that we desire to see. Food takes us around the world and let us experience different cultures with the use of our palates. Isn’t that way cheaper than a plane ticket? Food is our comfort zone, our place of refuge when the frustration of not being able to leave the country and being stuck in one place hits us. Whenever we dream of sipping coffee (or strawberry tea for Cara ) while reading a favorite book on a café in Europe, food is our way of realizing that dream.

I recently had a self-diagnosis and discovered that I have an eating disorder. It is quite true- this food overspending and capricious cravings are the symptoms of having an ED. I often find myself in an episode of relentless whining until my appetite is satisfied. Hence, an eating disorder.

This self-analysis eating disorder led me to an amusing conclusion: my eating habit is one way of expressing my emotions.  I devour when I am joyful; every occasion my lovey-dovey and I had always involved a plate of savory meal or an outlandish appetizer or a slice of Quattro Formaggi. Reunions are served with several options of food to choose from as a celebration of reunited love and friendship.

On the heavier side, I turn to sweets, a lot of them, on my dull quarter-life crisis moments. Food is my way of recuperating from emotional dysfunctions as if dining is a sweet dreamful escape from my frustration-filled waking life.

A recent conversation with Cara one morning at the office pantry led us to a delightful conclusion: food is our way of going places. Food has the magical way of cutting the distance and carrying us to Mexico, Italy, India and so many exotic places that we desire to see. Food takes us around the world and let us experience different cultures with the use of our palates. Isn’t that way cheaper than a plane ticket? Food is our comfort zone, our place of refuge when the frustration of not being able to leave the country and being stuck in one place hits us. Whenever we dream of sipping coffee (or strawberry tea for Cara ) while reading a favorite book on a café in Europe, food is our way of realizing that dream.

             I think that life offers us a buffet of choices. Even when we have passed a hundred of crossroads and braved to make the choice, life turns back, corners us until we are left with (yet again) a myriad of difficult, life-changing choices.
 Choosing an entrée is a walk in the park. But standing up for the choice you have made? Nah. I don’t think anybody has found that task easy. It takes commitment. It takes strength. It takes a serious discipline not to glance back and check whether you have made the right choice or you simply are making a chaotic existence. It takes will power not to entertain possible regrets because once you turn back, you might find yourself in a maze of dead ends. It may take an army of friends to steer you on the right track.
I think that no matter how life is always hard on us, if we have a great support system, we will survive. We will survive not because friends will keep us away from regrets and emotional fluctuations. No. In fact, friends will remind you how messed up your life is. But it’s okay because everybody goes through that quarter-life crisis we so often encounter. It’s okay because at the end of the day, no matter how life shoves our asses up, these friends we have, they experience that too. And we know that everything is going to be okay.

             I think that life offers us a buffet of choices. Even when we have passed a hundred of crossroads and braved to make the choice, life turns back, corners us until we are left with (yet again) a myriad of difficult, life-changing choices.

 Choosing an entrée is a walk in the park. But standing up for the choice you have made? Nah. I don’t think anybody has found that task easy. It takes commitment. It takes strength. It takes a serious discipline not to glance back and check whether you have made the right choice or you simply are making a chaotic existence. It takes will power not to entertain possible regrets because once you turn back, you might find yourself in a maze of dead ends. It may take an army of friends to steer you on the right track.

I think that no matter how life is always hard on us, if we have a great support system, we will survive. We will survive not because friends will keep us away from regrets and emotional fluctuations. No. In fact, friends will remind you how messed up your life is. But it’s okay because everybody goes through that quarter-life crisis we so often encounter. It’s okay because at the end of the day, no matter how life shoves our asses up, these friends we have, they experience that too. And we know that everything is going to be okay.

The Secret Garden

Those rare magical encounters that trancends reality. These moments that makes us want to curl up in a ball and…dream.

mynameisobel:

rosewong:

ahhmmmburr:

sealegslegssea:

calmitate:

cosmiceclipse:

kimpoyfeliciano:

GET INVOLVED. STOP AT NOTHING. THE WORLD MUST KNOW.

I dare you to stop scrolling through your dashboard. Stop checking your Facebook newsfeed that you’ve already checked two seconds ago. Stop updating your Twitter and seeing what your favorite celebrities are saying. Stop watching funny and nonsense videos on Youtube. Take time to educate yourself to MAKE A DIFFERENCE in this world. This is your chance! WATCH THIS VIDEO.

Let’s make JOSEPH KONY Famous!!

Who is JOSEPH KONY?

He is THE WORST LIVING CRIMINAL. He abducts children and makes them use guns to kill their own parents. He takes girls and forces them to be sex slaves. He calls his abducted children the Lord’s Resistance Army, AKA the LRA. He has abducted over 30,000 children and forced them to be child soldiers in Central Africa. He remains at large because he is INVISIBLE to the world. FEW know his name, even FEWER know his crimes. WE ARE MAKING HIM FAMOUS! Because when he is, the world will unite against him and demand his arrest.

We can help make a change. We can make a difference.

I feel so inspired. I feel the need to help and make a difference. This has to happen in 2012. We can’t let him go around and keep doing this to children in Central Africa. Let’s make his name known so he can be stopped. HE CAN NO LONGER BE INVISIBLE!

REBLOG IF YOU CARE.

This will not make your blog ugly, please take a moment to reblog and get the word out. SHARE THIS TO EVERYONE! Be a part of something BIG and when they catch this man, you would be able to say.. “I HELPED.”

LET’S START HERE ON TUMBLR.

I won’t stop reblogging this until December of this year, so please, visit the Kony 2012 website http://www.kony2012.com/ or the http://www.invisiblechildren.com/ website, please. I’m begging you just to watch.

Please, take the time to watch this. Please. 

So I know it seems a bit long but man, this was powerful

Please watch all 29:59 of this. Please.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOU HAVE TO WATCH THIS.

It only takes a good man to do nothing for evil to triumph.

PLEASE SHARE.

morning flower, on her parachute: Slow motion

Cleverly written. “I think, deadlines were created out of this constant wanting. If we had just the right amount of things to deal with, then we wouldn’t really worry about running out of time. And yet, even with only a few, life goes on. We are still alive; nothing really is lost.”

carafunk:

“Nature does not hurry yet everything is accomplished” -Lao Tzu

My office laptop is clearly a Taoist. I know, it’s a bit of an irony with Taoism rejecting technology. But this laptop, this laptop, is exhibiting so much adherence to wu wei or non-action that I think it meditates for most…

Inherently Corrupt

pinoytumblr:

When taxi drivers used to incessantly complain they were not making enough from the PHP30 flagdown rate and PHP2.50 increment from their taxi metre, the government heeded their plight and decided to raise the rates to PHP40 and PHP3.50, respectively. We all hoped this would finally dispel them from being choosy with passengers and/or destinations; and deter them from demanding “additional” or tips with heavy traffic or long distances as excuse. Wasn’t the move to raise the taxi rates, indeed, intended to foster a more acceptable level of earning for drivers and enable them to finally carry on with their jobs more honestly?

Wrong.

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lavieenrosesweets:

Today, the sun was at its finest- clear sky and a cool breeze. Summer has begun its spectacle.
Long walks, picnics, good books, and the outdoors are degrees far more pleasurable. Flowers are in technicolor.
We have a feeling, there’ll be a lot of French Macaron baking in our kitchen <3

lavieenrosesweets:

Today, the sun was at its finest- clear sky and a cool breeze. Summer has begun its spectacle.

Long walks, picnics, good books, and the outdoors are degrees far more pleasurable. Flowers are in technicolor.

We have a feeling, there’ll be a lot of French Macaron baking in our kitchen <3

A recent discovery of Bob&#8217;s extended arms in Metro Manila. They, to my dismay, do not offer the Java chip drink that consisted of my usual. They do have my other usual, though, the Linguine with Chorizo Bilbao.   The pasta was a bit of a disappointment. The chorizo was not fresh. And that made all the difference because its flavor is what constitutes the flavor of the whole dish. We also had the Mango Kani Salad which was overpriced (P230.00 good for 1). Though, the pavlova (yes they have it here!) was our consolation prize; it eliminated the not so delightful food experience we had here.   CAB Cafe is located at Brgy. Kapitolyo, Pasig City.

A recent discovery of Bob’s extended arms in Metro Manila. They, to my dismay, do not offer the Java chip drink that consisted of my usual. They do have my other usual, though, the Linguine with Chorizo Bilbao. The pasta was a bit of a disappointment. The chorizo was not fresh. And that made all the difference because its flavor is what constitutes the flavor of the whole dish. We also had the Mango Kani Salad which was overpriced (P230.00 good for 1). Though, the pavlova (yes they have it here!) was our consolation prize; it eliminated the not so delightful food experience we had here. CAB Cafe is located at Brgy. Kapitolyo, Pasig City.

BOB is My Favorite Person in Bacolod.

If you happen to be in Bacolod, you might want to pay Bob a visit. He is definitely to give you some sort of hyperventilation by sugar overdose with those tiny irresistible pieces of pastries he offers. Though I never truly had the chance of meeting Bob, I never fail to occasionally whisper “Bob? Bob? Bob?” whenever I visit his cafe in the hope that some caucasian man with an Italian tongue would respond to my desperate murmurs.

Today I visited his cafe and ordered my usual - Chorizo Bilbao Pasta and Java Chip. It was the perfect combination that fits perfectly in my palate - sweet and salty. Coffee and chocolate is always a welcome combination for one who has a sweet tooth and a terminal addiction to caffeine. And, of course, tomato-based pasta sauce and chorizo is an all-time favorite.

For my dessert, I had a slice of Pistachio ________ cake. I was never a cake person (except for cheesecakes) but the mishmash of pistachio and cream was simply delectable; the flavors blossoming in my mouth.

As Bob continuously make a good impression, I will patiently wait for that time when I will whisper “Bob?” and a head will turn :)