Met my High School English Teacher today. I gave him a Chocolate Mousse Cake, an inside thing. I'll explain.
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Showing posts with label Last of the good ones. Show all posts
Tuesday, 26 June 2018
Chocolate Mousse Cake
Met my High School English Teacher today. I gave him a Chocolate Mousse Cake, an inside thing. I'll explain.
A child of God, the eldest of 3, and in a great pursuit of serving her Purpose. She's currently on her quest of ticking off some items from her to-do list, cooking with either Jaime Oliver or Anthony Bourdain, climb the peak of Machu Picchu, learn the traditional way of Filipino paghahabi and go on tour with Cirque de Soleil as a part of their production staff, to name a few.
Wednesday, 7 September 2016
I am going to tell you a bit about my Grandmother: 7th of 11
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| Shown here in the middle, donning a cream top and a very stylish pants, just being fab under a banana tree. |
A child of God, the eldest of 3, and in a great pursuit of serving her Purpose. She's currently on her quest of ticking off some items from her to-do list, cooking with either Jaime Oliver or Anthony Bourdain, climb the peak of Machu Picchu, learn the traditional way of Filipino paghahabi and go on tour with Cirque de Soleil as a part of their production staff, to name a few.
Tuesday, 2 June 2015
This Time Last Year I Couldn't Sleep Beside You
(Intended date of Publication: April 18, 2015, but life took over)
So I traveled to get to you, it was late and we are both tired. What made me smile was the fact that you waited for me.
I lay on bed next to you for the first time, and I am fully awake. I am too aware of your breathing and the every beat of your heart.
At the crack of dawn, you hands found me. The right hand on my shoulders, enveloping me and trying to coax slumber to arrive, while your left hand was on my hair, petting me like a cat. I am a picture of contentment.
In less than 24 hours the next day I tasted your lips on mine. Your lips is a fountain I wanted to drown myself into.
I miss you today. I miss you most days actually, but today I will be saying it out loud, and so my dear let me write about you
So I traveled to get to you, it was late and we are both tired. What made me smile was the fact that you waited for me.
I lay on bed next to you for the first time, and I am fully awake. I am too aware of your breathing and the every beat of your heart.
At the crack of dawn, you hands found me. The right hand on my shoulders, enveloping me and trying to coax slumber to arrive, while your left hand was on my hair, petting me like a cat. I am a picture of contentment.
In less than 24 hours the next day I tasted your lips on mine. Your lips is a fountain I wanted to drown myself into.
I miss you today. I miss you most days actually, but today I will be saying it out loud, and so my dear let me write about you
A child of God, the eldest of 3, and in a great pursuit of serving her Purpose. She's currently on her quest of ticking off some items from her to-do list, cooking with either Jaime Oliver or Anthony Bourdain, climb the peak of Machu Picchu, learn the traditional way of Filipino paghahabi and go on tour with Cirque de Soleil as a part of their production staff, to name a few.
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