please stop.

Say it once: That's enough, I swear to you. I'm not a child, I'm not deaf, I'm not dumb, either. I'm fully capable of making my own decisions. To tell you the truth, I don't think I respect the fact that you're trying to make your word count to me now. You don't deserve it. Where were you when I needed it- when I actually wanted your opinion? Please don't stand there and ask me questions like you care, and then walk away with no alternative plans for me. You lure out my dreams, you highlight them, and then you break them apart. So you don't want me to go to law school. What now, then? So you don't want me to go to England. What now, then? What should I do? How should I live? Who should I be?

Oh, I'm sorry. Did you not have suggestions ready? Perhaps next time, you should come prepared. Because I'll always have a rebuttal. Until then, please just stop.

I can tell this week is testing me already. It's going to be a combination of all the things in my life as of right now: school (two essays, one of which I just realized is due tomorrow), work everyday starting yesterday through wednesday night, a statistics test (that I will DOMINATE... hopefully :[), family stuff, eap stuff--oi. I better stop there. I feel dizzy talking about it already.

promises to stop writing love letters to food. there. are you happy now?!?!?!?!

love inside a cereal box.

Ahh cereal--Every time I approach the cereal bar I know what I'm looking for-I know what I'm expecting and what I want out of my cereal. Coco Puffs, you make me jubilant as I twist that dial and there you are... There the moment I want you, the moment I need you. Are you aware of the way you make me feel? The sound of you falling against the plastic tinkles like bells in my ears, and my heart gleefully skips a beat. My thoughts flutter your way whenever the occasion calls, and my heart, it runs-no, it sprints towards you. But you weren't there last week. Where did you go that day when I needed you most? The others were there: Pops, Fruit Loops, Cheerios, Apple Jacks, Cinnamon Toast whatnots... I decided to go with the Cinnamon; have I ever told you that I used to love the Cinnamon Toast Crunch? It doesn't really matter anyway, because it wasn't the same. It fell listlessly into my yellow bowl, clanging. But do you know what the worst part is? My heart kept running, blind and aimlessly into the dark searching for you, Coco Puffs.

emotional kitchen concoctions.

I've been craving strawberry crepes for the longest time, but every time I even come close to making them something always gets in the way. Why, strawberry crepes? I get excited to make you, then I realize that something is missing--something so vital, how could I have forgotten? I've done this before, this... this should feel second nature to me, but why has it become so difficult to even get started? Is it just not the right time? Am I not ready for this? I've gone on to other things in the meantime: waffles, pancakes and french toast, even. But none of them have come close to what I have been expecting from something like you, crepes. I feel like every step I take, you take two back. Perhaps, I just have to settle for something else. Is this what I've been left to? But no, I won't settle. I'll wait for the perfect moment, and then you'll be mine.

and yes, this is my second blog inspired by food. you have my permission to call me a fatty. :)