#pala-grandma

[oh-koenig-my-koenig]

(cw: mentions of losing a close family member)

König doesn’t really know how to cook.

Well, anything other than the basics… Most of his meals consist of rice, meat and some kind of vegetable. Or like a carton of eggs. And of course, he can warm up meals and cook pasta and put pesto on it. But working in the military his whole life, he never really had the need to learn to prepare something to eat other than those basics, because most of the meals were provided and he’ll eat any- and everything. When he’s on leave, he cycles through his staples and also orders a lot of take-out, just to satisfy the calorie intake he needs at his size.

His grandma used to cook for him, ever since he was a little boy and then when he returned to Austria as an adult, she always made sure to prepare his favourite meals. He hasn’t been back ever since her funeral, he tells me while he gets some ingredients out of the fridge. Eggs, milk and butter. He misses her and her cooking, but that’s just how it is in life. Flour from the pantry. Mixing it all together, eyeballing the measurements, and adding a pinch of salt.

She taught him how to make Palatschinken. Thin pancake or crepe-like sheets of dough that he apparently made too much of. Rolled up, filled with jam and powdered sugar on top.

“Pala- what?”, I ask, wanting him to teach me how to say the word properly.

“Pa-la-tschin-ke.”, he repeats, sounding the syllables out, and I imitate them, until he tells me that I’ve got it.

I sit at the cooking island in his kitchen, on one of the chairs, and watch him pour the thin dough into the hot buttered pan. It bubbles and sizzles as he swirls it around, until the whole bottom is covered. Waiting for it to be cooked from one side. He lifts the edges with a spatula to make sure. Then he looks at me, raising his brows, like ‘Look at me, look what I can do’, lifting the pan of the hob, holding it in front of his body.

Oh, oh, that won’t- He flips it with a rehearsed flick of his wrist, the thin pancake rotating in the air for just a moment, then landing in the pan again.

I coo, clapping excitedly. He bows jokingly, with the pan still in his hand.

When it’s done, he puts the Palatschinke on a plate, spreads apricot jam on the thin dough, rolls it up and then sprinkles powdered sugar over it, setting the sweet roll in front of me. Gesturing me to eat.

I dig in, cutting it, and the fluffy dough almost melts on my tongue, the sweet jam spreading in my mouth as I chew. God damn it, that’s good. Simple, but very tasty. I finish the first one in record time and he puts the next Palatschinke on my plate. I fill it myself, devouring that one as well. He starts to make more, stacking them on a separate plate.

“You wanna try to make one as well?”, he asks me then.

I nod excitedly and get up from the stool. He hands me the pan and the ladle, putting some more butter onto the hot teflon, and I add the dough. When it’s cooked through, I try to do the flip just like he did. The little crepe flops up a bit and then folds in on itself. I burst into laughter and he joins in. Well, that didn’t go as planned.

“Don’t worry, that happened to me a lot of times.”, he says, scrapping the dough into the bin. “We’ll try again.”

So, the same spiel again. Until the Palatschinke is ready to be flipped. He’s standing behind me, we’re both gripping the handle of the pan and he’s looking over my shoulder, coaching me through it.

“Mit Gefühl.”, he tells me. “Carefully, but with determination.”

“I wanted to flip this thing, not get a lecture on how to enter some-“, I quip, but I get cut off when he playfully pinches my butt cheek.

It makes me jump up a bit and I bat his hand away. “König!”, I yelp, with pretend indignation, but he only grins down at me.

“Come on, you can do it.”, he says, nudging the pan in my hand.

“On three. One, two, three!”, I count down and then we flip it, together. The piece of dough rotates in the air and lands in the pan again.

“First authentically self-made Palatschinke.”, he says, with joking solemnity, as he drops it onto my plate. I do the rest of the steps and then eat it as well.

He makes Palatschinke after Palatschinke, telling me some more about his grandma and the dishes she used to cook, until all of the dough is gone. I listen to him and eat a whole bunch of them until I’m so full, I feel like I’m gonna burst. He finishes the rest of the thin pancakes, decimating a whole stack of them with lots of jam and sugar.

“The rest we can cut into small strips and put into soup.”, he explains.

“Into soup?!”, I question what he just said.

“Yes, Frittatensuppe. It’s really delicious.”, he says like it’s a normal thing.

I shake my head. Those Austrians and their weird dishes.

If you wanna try and make your own Palatschinken like metalhead!könig and reader, I got a recipe for you! Enjoy! a/n: this is the start of a little series I'm doing for mh!k x reader because I have so many scenes (some already finished a while ago like this one) that don't have a certain place in the plot and are just sitting in my word document, left to rot, so i'm gonna post them as their own random scenes that are still connected to them! some of it is gonna be sfw comfort fluff like this one, some is gonna be nsfw - stay tuned <3 Wanna get to know them better? Find more chapters in the Masterlist

[candy-floss-consumer]

Hello every-sprout! My most recent event!fic was supposed to be my last one of the year, but when @zelda-the-sacred-realm announced an artist/writer event for their wonderful comic, I really couldn’t resist!

My event piece is based largely on the presently available chapters of the comic. I saw the weeping goddess statue in Chapter 2, Part 7 and the writing creature in my brain immediately began frothing at the mouth. This short story takes place shortly before the beginning of the main comic, with a lot of foreshadowing toward certain parts of said comic.

I know there is a lot of available information, but I wrote most of this before remembering that the archive existed, haha. (I did take a peak at the post of how ToTK may affect the story, though, given that I chose dondons as their ranch animal of choice.)

*As a note, as there are sentient Lizalfos seen in Chapter 2, Part 5, I played with the idea of different, kinder Lizalfolk who have no desire to be manipulated by the cycle of darkness.

I sincerely hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Looking forward to how the rest of the Sacred Realm legend plays out! Much love 💕

SUMMARY:

Goddess Hylia has shed her tears for many of her children. The Goddess statues dotting Hyrule’s vast landscape and the statuettes held in many hands bring those tears into the mortal realm in order to heal wounds. According to legend, only the pleas of the righteous can bring them forth. But unknown to all, now that her powers have waned, only a Spirit of the Hero can reach her.

Still, the Goddess has other ways to help her people.

[Submission under the cut:]

a bit of warmth to you

a Zelda: The Sacred Realm Event!fic

     The tears of the Goddess had always been known to heal. Brought into the mortal realm by the statues made in her image, the myths surrounding the miraculous substance were nigh infinite. Fables that—in ancient times—ensured that any traveller with a shred of faith kept a statuette on their person. For safety. For assurance. For the day that they were brought to their knees. 

Or worse.

Pala’s great-grandma still kept one in her pocket on rainy days. On the desolate nights that her mother, Great-Great Grandma Cala, had marked the old cycle of the Blood Moon. Even now Pala could understand why she did it. On nights like those, every kind of ghost story felt real. 

She remembered snuggling up to Grams’ side in the old, creaky sofa still kept here in the summer house, a shiver barely touching the tip of her spine. The blinds to the window the sofa was placed adjacent to were cracked open just enough to see a sliver of the moon. Haunting as it was beautiful. Back then, her knees, young and knobby, would knock against her great-grandma’s with every fearful jolt. But Grams never said a word. Her gaze would flicker only from the statuette next to the old, weathered journal on the table to the silent vision of the moon above.

The sight of the eternally weeping goddess still stuck to the back of her mind, despite the many years that had passed since then.

She had gifted one to Pala at the end of her fifteenth summer. And despite Pala herself holding little belief in its power, she could not deny the comfort that the sight of the little statuette brought.

Unlike her great-grandma’s personal carving, this one was made of ivory. Likely sourced from a horn shedding one of their bucks had shucked off two winters before. Dondons were easy like that. Once their horn was detached, the shedding was no more important to them than a mildly interesting rock. Grandpa Dan had always claimed that was why their family had picked up ranching them. The horns were valuable. Easy to obtain if someone did it right. And dondons themselves were amicable animals.

The carving of the statuette was not shoddy by any means. It was actually quite beautiful. Made with more detail and skill than she had expected from her great-grandmother, given her arthritis. But Pala could tell there was a slight difference between hers and the one made of old kokiri wood Grams always carried.

Namely, the lack of tear tracks scorched into its face.

Even now she can picture the strangely perfect markings burnt into aged kokiri wood. Symmetrical. Down to the stray tear on either cheek. An impossible feat for human hands. The ivory statuette tucked away in the pouch at her hip had no such detail. 

But she knew better than to ask.

Pala rolled her shoulders, warding off the stiffness she could feel threatening to seep in. She needed to get moving anyhow. Heaven knows what Grams would say if she saw her still loitering around the front door at this hour. The sun was already tipping past the horizon line as it was.

She finished adjusting her breeches, tapping the heels of her boots a few times to get them fitting just right. Once everything was snug, she pushed the door open and stepped out into the cool morning air. It wouldn’t last for long, given the natural humidity in this region, but it was the best way to start the day. It made the gradual increase in heat more bearable. To Pala, at least.

She marched off the porch, grabbing a sputter lantern as she did so. Even with the sun pulling the sky into hues of purple and pink, the old stallhouse in the paddock hardly had an open ‘window’ for it to show through.

Their field in Upper Faron was quite a bit of land. It was less open than the one down near Lurelin, but it still had plenty of room. Most of the crowding came from the native flora. Crawling thickets and towering durian trees made it feel as if someone had built a low roof over the whole place. Not that the dondons cared any. They were short, heavyset animals with plenty of food to eat at their eye level. As far as they were concerned, the local thickets were an all-you-can-eat buffet. Another point of ease in their care, really.

Pala grunted as Lunal, the heifer in the stall closest to her, bumped into her keg with an unhappy snort.

“Fine, fine,” she placated, smoothing her hand over the beast’s blunt snout, “I get it. It’s scrub time.”

Lunal gave her the best estimation of a droll look that a dondon could perform. It was quite impressive actually. Pala shook her head with a laugh, lifting her scrub brush up to the beast’s back and getting to work.

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     Pala looked down the field toward the river at the sound of a familiar shout. It was now about midday, and the sunlight easily permeated through the surrounding flora, allowing her to see. There, on the other side, was a quickly approaching Lizalfolk woman. As she grew closer, the clearer her features became. 

It was Talon. A Lizalfolk fisherwoman who had been a friend of the family for decades. Since around the time Great-Great Grandma Cala was girl, if she remembered right. Pala often thought of her as a sort of maternal figure. She was a mature woman. Confident and sturdy. 

Pala watched as she climbed up the small incline in a few short leaps. Almost as if she was in a rush. Pala had never seen her move so quick outside of fishing.

“Get Erta,” Talon grunted as she came to a stop in front of her. The panic that reflected in her eyes was unusual. Pala’s stomach twisted at the sight of it. When she hesitated, Talon frowned. “Now, Palais.” 

The intensity of her voice was alarming. But Pala nodded anyway and turned on her heel, rushing to the house. 

It felt like an omen. Like a warning. Briefly, she wondered about the town. About Hyrule itself. Hopefully, the royal family had received a warning as well. They were kind, as far as Pala knew. And they ruled well. It didn’t sit right with her that only she and her family would know. 

Though she wasn’t sure how they would be told about whatever was happening, but she was sure they could find out somehow. There was no way a bunch of dondon ranchers would be the only ones in Hyrule to be warned. 

Besides, didn’t heroes show up in times like this? It certainly felt like they should. Pala had never felt so nervous in her life.

She felt out of breath by the time she made it to the house. The door was already open, the muffled sound of Gram’s low voice easily heard. She sped inside.

Grams turned at the sound of her footsteps. She took one look at Pala’s face and frowned, sighing as she retrieved her cane.

“Talon—” She started. Grams waved her off, already limping toward the door. She glanced back for a moment. She gestured toward the outdoors with her chin.

“Let’s go, Palais.”

Pala nodded. She trotted forward, gently helping Grams walk as she guided her back to the lower hill. Talon remained where she had left her. The frown on her face must have remained the entire duration Pala was gone.

“Talon,” Erta leaned heavily on her cane as she approached the woman.

“Erta,” she returned quickly. She glanced behind herself, her eyes flickering across the empty plain. “You should move the herd early this season.”

Pala blinked in surprise. They had never changed fields so early. Not when the weather was so pleasant. At least, not to her memory.

Her great-grandma gave the fisherwoman a long, hard look.

“Dan won’t like it.”

“He doesn’t have to.” Talon glanced backwards again. “The thought of an adventure will win him over.”

Pala looked too, though she didn’t see anything. It was unlike Talon to be so jumpy. Yet she was. Pala returned her gaze to the fisherwoman as she spoke again.

“Besides,” Her gaze flickered toward the field Granddan was likely in, “The fresh Lurelin air would do him some good, too.”

Talon wasn’t wrong. Every trip back to Lurelin was always an adventure. It was never a guarantee just who someone could meet on the road. Nor could someone really predict the weather or how the terrain had changed in the past six months. Pala distinctly remembered a time when the river had moved, blindsiding the three of them.

The conversation continued, pulling her from her thoughts.

“What about you?” Grams asked. The natural follow up in a situation such as this. Pala glanced at Talon from her place at her great-grandma’s side. She wanted to know the answer, too. The fisherwoman shook her head. Pala frowned.

“Rivers are in my blood. You know that.”

Grams sighed. Her shoulders sunk, her mouth opening as she looked down, “Take care of yourself.”

“I always do.” Talon assured. Then, she turned her eyes to Pala. Her gaze flickers to the hilt of the throwing dagger at Pala’s hip. “Don’t forget what I taught you, Palais.”

A stone sunk into her stomach. Talon’s words felt less like a brief farewell and more like she might never see her again.

“I don’t think I could even if I tried,” she tried to smile, but she was sure it appeared more like a grimace. It was the best she could do. When Talon returned it, Pala didn’t say anything about how sad it looked.

The fisherwoman gave her an approving nod. Then, she looked back to Pala’s great-grandma. Despite the sincerity of her words, they sounded brittle. 

“May we meet again, my friend.” 

When Pala glanced at her, Grams smile had stiffened. She made the impossible promise anyway.

“Until then.”

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     Grams had been right. Granddan was not happy about moving the herd. No matter how her great-grandmother had played it off as an adventure like Talon had suggested. Pala had always known that Granddan had been an adventurer when he was young. Peddling dondon ivory and the like as he went searching for anything that piqued his interest. He even claimed that a boy he’d met would one day grow up to be the Hero talked about in the old legends. Grandma Malta had called that particular claim hogwash all the way up to her deathbed, but for the first time in nearly a decade, Pala hoped it was true.

Hyrule might just need a hero right now.

She stayed quiet as she shuffled around the kitchenette, listening in as predictably, Granddan disagreed with the spontaneity of the plan. He didn’t like changing things so abruptly. And to be perfectly honest, neither did Grams. Which was probably what actually bothered him. Something about this entire situation had forced Grams’ hand. She would have never agreed to Talon’s suggestion otherwise.

“You understand this doesn’t make a lick of sense, don’t you?” Granddan asked, the question nearly rhetorical. Pala glanced at the pair just in time to see Grams raise a single, thick brow.

“And since when has ‘sense’ meant so much to you?” She rolled her shoulders, continuing her work and packing things away. “Don’t forget who raised you, boy.”

Granddan grumbled a bit under his breath.

“Guess I’ll have to head into town to send a courier down to Lachlan,” he spoke up, already turning toward the front door. Pala quickly looked back at the counter, hoping she wasn’t caught listening in. Granddan’s snort told her otherwise. She lifted her gaze. There weren’t that many private conversations in their little house, anyway.

“Don’t.” Grams called out before he took more than two steps. Granddan whipped black around, his brows drawn together in consternation.

“Whaddya mean, ‘don’t?’ He’s gotta know we’re coming.” Her grandfather made to turn back toward the door again. Grams wasn’t having any of it.

“I said, don’t.”

“You gotta start making sense sometime, Ma!” Granddan hissed. He gave up, marching over to one of the dining chairs and dropping into it with a heavy thud.

“Don’t you take that tone with me, Danel.” Grams pointed the knitting needle in her hand at him as she spoke. Wisely, Pala continued to stay quiet as the two ‘argued.’ Grams continued, “And it’ll make sense when it makes sense. It isn’t as if Lachlan puts anyone up in our old hut anyhow.”

Pala peered at Granddan, waiting to see what he would say. In the short silence that followed, Grams put her knitting away. When Pala glanced back at her, she saw that she had pulled the old calendar book from Great-Great Grandma Cala. Granddan had clearly caught sight of it. He didn’t say anything, but the frown on his face deepened. He looked to Pala just as she returned her gaze to him.

“C’mon Pala-girl,” Granddan said instead of what he so clearly wanted to, “Ol’ Kilo won’t listen to anybody ‘cept you.”

“Yessir,” Pala said as she, too, turned fully toward the front door. “Though, I think s’just ‘cause he don’t like you all that much, Granddan.”

Granddan sniffed.

“Maybe he would if he made better choices.”

“Don’t put him up in the stall next to the hutch, then.” Grams called out from behind them. Granddan couldn’t deny that she had a point. Pala figured he would refute it despite that. After all, dondons weren’t meant to eat cuccoo eggs. Kilo did it anyway.

“He should know better!” Granddan called back.

Pala thought to herself that Kilo did, in fact, know better. He just liked getting a rise out of Granddan. Just like his sire once did. She briefly wondered if her grandpa actually did know about Kilo’s tricks before quickly discarding the idea. If Granddan knew, he wasn’t letting on.

“C’mon Granddan,” Pala tugged on his arm, “I’ll even let you have Helt’s pasture.” She watched her offer work like a treat, the irritated look in Granddan’s eyes disappearing almost immediately. He patted her on the head.

“You’re a blessing straight from the goddesses, Pala-girl.”

“Course I am. I had you to raise me, didn’t I?”

Granddan laughed.

“That y’did, Pala-girl, that y’did.”

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     Talon wasn’t there to see them off a few days later. Something about it seemed wrong to Pala, though the fisherwoman wasn’t always around to say goodbye most times anyhow. But a lot of things were different this time around. The way they felt watched when she came to them, her suggestion early move, Grams allowing the early move—nothing added up. Not really. It made Pala worry.

But Grams had been strict in their preparations. There was no time to go searching for her. Worse yet, a storm seemed to be approaching from the west. If they left now, they could probably outrun it. And mauve that had been Talon’s plam all along. Even if it felt like there was something more to it. But leaving now gave Pala no time to do anything else. No time to say goodbye. Not to the townspeople or the other Lizalfolk Pala knew. There just wasn’t enough.

That was what rattled her most.

Pala sighed, checking over the doors and windows in the house one last time. Granddan was out securing the last of the tarps, and the cuccoos were already caged up in the back wagon with Grams. She was the last one left. And terribly, she had the strangest feeling it would be the last time she was. The summer house wouldn’t be here when they got back.

At least not the way it looked now.

She shook her head. Stepping out into the late morning sun, she reached back to pull the door closed. It slotted almost perfectly into the frame. Each half of the latch mechanism lined up, clinking together as she moved the latchbolt into place. Her hand lingered for a moment. The other reached into the pocket with her ivory statuette of Hylia, holding tightly around the well-carved object.

Pala closed her eyes.

The prayer was short. But it didn’t need to be long. All Pala needed was safe passage and the promise of reunion. So that was what she asked for. The statuette sat warm in her hand, though she couldn’t tell for sure if it was the warmth of summer or an answer. She chose to believe the latter.

Her eyes opened.

“C’mon Pala-girl!” Granddan called from the driver’s seat of the front cart. She glanced over at the caravan. The entire herd was present, ready to follow Kilo and Lunal, the dame and darrow. Squinting, she could see that the two were already harnessed up. “Sun’ll only get hotter!”

Well, he wasn’t wrong.

Pala jogged up to the front cart, climbing into the seat next to her grandfather. Looking at the well-trodden path ahead of her, she could easily imagine they were going out on an adventure. Out to save the world, though it really only felt like they were saving the herd. Still, the thought made her feel a bit better about leaving. 

Two clicks and a familiar whistle later, they were off.

As the wagon rumbled over the ancient, weathered road, Pala felt the statuette in her pocket pulse once more with warmth. It was of little comfort, though it did soothe her nerves a bit. The distant clouds were suddenly just a bit lighter.

As if everything would somehow be alright.

[grvntld]

was catching up with my gOrL cousins earlier via chat and we realized how we hv so many kwentos to share with each other as it has been so long since we had a get together. we just got caught up with each of our own respective lives so we havent rlly had the time to plot our schedule and meet up in person. anyway, while we were catching up, we also realized that there are a lot of good things that are happening to us so we rlly have to see each other soon and just pour our hearts out.

that said, lemme share here a few of my own wins that actually just happened today!

💐moose and i hv been working on sa own company namin, and today, we got to close yet another deal with a huge client (((an international one!))) ♡ i wasnt rlly able to keep it to myself earlier when we were having our breakfast shoot by the beach. i squealed with delight when moosey messaged me that they responded to our proposal and they said yes to it! waaaaaahhh we're so happy! we'll be ironing the details when i get back from my werq trip but moosey already did reach out na to our soon-to-be employees.

employees—i cant believe we will be onboarding and handling our own people na. omg. life is rlly amazing! big g is rlly amazing! this is all because of big g!! HUHUHUHU.

minsan i still cant believe that im a co-founder of a (((start-up))) company and yet here i am just goofing around like ✌👁💋👁✌ hehe fr though i can be serious naman like ✊👁👄👁

💐enjoyed the beach today, even with the huge and strong waves! our plan to celebrate my birthday at the beach didnt happen but again, big g is out here giving it to me now HUHUHU +++ even though, i wasnt able to go to the beach on my birthday, i rlly enjoyed my birthday celebration in laguna too 🙆‍♀️💓 and bonus points because our furbebis rlly enjoyed that trip as well!

💐im getting a sewing machine! grandma messaged pala around midday, asking me if i hv a smol sewing machine. i missed her call and message bc i was supah dupah busy with our shoots and wtvr. as that is the case, i called her right away when i read her message. i called dibs on the sewing machine that she sent a photo of on our chat. apparently, oir neighbor gave it to grandma. it is new but our neighbor just doesnt hv the time to sit and learn it so shes not rlly sure if it still werqs. lol.

im gonna take my chance with it though. ive been wanting to learn how to use a sewing machine. over the pandemic, i practiced sewing by hand and i enjoyed it so much! ive been putting off buying a sewing machine bc im worried im gonna get overwhelmed and then izz just gonna end up as a clutter sa house. hehe. so now that i got a free one, a cute smol one, i feel like there's lil to no pressure for me so to say that im excOited is surely an understatement 🥰🎉 wahahahahahaha. yay!!

madali kasi ako ma-overwhelm, especially when things are unknown or new to me. hehe.

okiE, dazz all for now. im gonna sleep na as i still hv an early breakfast buffet shoot and site tour tomorrow. thank you for taking the time to read my chikabells. i hope life has been treating you well too! 💘✨

[cass13xsk1ns]

🎀About me🎀 My name is alani I'm 112 ifykyk

I have a lot of favorite movies but some of my favorites shows & movies are PRETTY LITTLE LIARS, SKINS UK, SCREAM QUEENS, WILD CHILD, BUFFALO 66, VIRGIN SUICIDES, GIRL INTERRUPTED, PRISCILLA, PALA ALTO(idk how to spell it :>) THIRTEEN, KILL BILL, RIVERDALE.

Favorite colors are white and pink☆ I love the 🎀 emoji and some other things i love are

Cassie from skins and euphoria, juel from euphoria, Jesus(trying to love him more <3 ) seeing people happy , PINKY PIE FROM MLP, hello kitty, lace tops, dior, my cousin💓, sinjin drowing, girl bloggers, GIRLS GIRL, boys/men that respect women/girls<3

When I get older I wanna either study law or med school (mostly law :3)Because I want to show people who douted me that I can become what they couldn't but I will still respect them. Also I really like arguing and I always loved watching law movies and court cases. But I also love helping people so I want to be a l&d nurse

(labor and delivery) Because I like seeing new mothers with there new borns it makes me want kids.

My favorite items are my robe my grandma use ro wear but she sadly past and I can never sleep without it I had it since I was 8 or 9 with I'm 12/5 and it's falling apart sadly :(. Another favorite item must be my gaming device I love playing games with my cousin she's good at games.

My favorite foods are

Hamburgers

Rice cakes

Yogurt with granola

Blue berries

Raspberrys

Sea food

Chicken tenders

Any hot chips

And I don't eat all thing on a regular day I eat under 1000 calories and try to mantine a healthy diet but sometimes that doesn't always happen.

I hope you all enjoy this I am new ro tumbler so give me some advice!!

[entropieee]

My mother's sister stayed over the weekend, at the same time a paternal aunt gave us some dragon fruit. My mom was so grateful and happy for the fruits and the first thing she thought of was to give it to her sister so that she could bring it back home for my grandma. Lola died last May. When mom came into this realization she laughed it off saying, "wala na nga pala si Mama". The way her voice cracked through that laugh still echoes in my mind.

[tokyotravelform]

@%

sige kinuha lang ng mga tenth like joyce pring yung mga teen media.

tapos they suddenly feel like they have nothing else but the government and their grandma campaigning in an announcement van thru town right.

all the more talaga nila sarili....instead of mga public school pala.

vicious addiction cycle 1% tenths took the teen media%

wala na daw silang ibang interests%

yun lang daw%

[jeyeydiey]

That hatred I never thought would come back haunted me for another time. Never did I imagine finding it again with a friend closest to me. I've seen how my grandma suffered because of a cheater and standing here helpless because of their choices hurts me like hell -- too much love and dedication for these people wants me to close my door again. All these years I realized na "hindi pala talaga ako nagheal, Lord." I thought I learned forgiveness but everytime the scar shows up, I'm being reminded of the past trauma and how my family history turned into shambles because of lust for women other than the wife.

As much as I want to tell my bestfriend to stop, I'm being rebuked of what God can really do. I don't want to forgive the person who've done some cheating to her, "wa pa gani gikan na sya sa cheating." But the Lord reminds me everytime na "hindi pare-parehas ang kwento ng tao." Yung nga lang, it will take a long process and years of fervent prayers. I just pray that may Lord open my eyes and my ears listen to His impression. By putting my biased nature aside, may I learn the forgiveness of Jesus and His unconditional love.

[beewithme]

Weirdest dream ever! May isang lalaki daw na obviously gusto ko, or mahal tapos he feels the same way as me pero I was purposely avoid him. Ewan! It hurt me that I'm hurting him, as in kahit sa panaginip ang sakit sakit ng puso ko. Then I went to this place na parang nag-aaral ng mga malalalim na salita (filipino) to avoid him. Magkakasalubong na kasi kami dapat kaso lumiko ako papunta sa lugar na yun. At first nagpapanggap lang ako na interesado ako dun sa ginagawa ng mga tao but then eventually I felt like gusto ko na yung mga tinuturo nila.

Next scene was me watching my grandma raw (looks like my real grandma sa side ni mama). Then there's this old man na parang close friend niya (but the man looks inlove w/ her). They were reading this old book tapos doon may character na ang pangalan is Protacio. The guy daw was the first guy who secretly gave ring to the woman he like. Basta dati raw kasi yung mga lalaki pag magbibigay ng singsing ipinapaalam mismo nila sa babae na sila ang nagbigay but this Protacio guy was different. He really beg the guy who will deliver the ring not to reveal his identity to the woman he loves. He was genuinely inlove with her pero ayaw niya na mapressure si girl na ibalik sa kanya yung pagmamahal na yun because of that ring. Basta ang weird! Pinakaweird is yung feeling na sumasakit puso ko habang pinapakinggan ung story na yun as if I know in my heart na kwento namin yun ng lalaking iniiwasan ko. That was me and him sa past life namin!

Next was the old man talking to me about me studying in another country. Ewan, exchange student ata ako pero pipili pa lang yung school if ako nga ipapadala or another student. Its Ukraine or Uzbekistan? He was praising me so bad pero sabi ko baka the country was looking for someone na mathematician. He asked me if I was good in math and I sadly said na I wasn't. He look so surprised and then sad. And I feel ashamed and sorry about that.

Change POV, there's this big guy (he looks a little bit green) who's watching us pala. He talked to this other guy at sinabi to give me that opportunity to study in another country. Parang taga roon din ata siya. Felt like his an athlete (soccer?) doon sa bansa na yun tapos his one of the best to the point na the other guy promised to make sure na ako ang mapipili to study on their country. Weird!!!! Basta pinakanaaalala ko lang is sobrang sakit ng puso ko. It felt like I really love that guy na iniiwasan ko 🥺

[rathwald]

The war just does not stop for these aging heroes... (the dads and grandma are going at it again) (https://calltoarms.worldofwarcraft.com/en-us/)

[haravath0t]

A Christmas Wish - Prologue

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Filipino!Reader

A/N: First off, thank you so so much anon for requesting this! I’m sorry that I didn’t get to this sooner! This oneshot will be multiple parts as well, as there’s so much to the Filipino culture that I’d love to take time to uncover, and I just think one part will not suffice. My culture is something I hold deep in my heart being a Filipino American, so I hope that you all feel the same love and joy I feel when surrounding myself into this wonderful culture. Anon, I hope this brings you joy and that this request fulfills your wishes! Happy reading, lovelies!

Request: hi! i know it’s a bit late but can I please request a filipino! reader spending the holidays in the philippines with steve rogers? thank you! I hope you decide to do this!

“Thank you for flying Philippine Airlines, the heart of the Filipino,” the flight attendant says into the intercom, finishing her speech before she takes her seat. You squealed and fastened your seatbelt as well as adjusting your business class seat, thanks to your wonderful boyfriend. You looked over at him with pure excitement. 

“You know, when you said you had a big gift for me for the holidays, I didn’t think it would be a planned trip to the Philippines!” you exclaimed with a giggle, making Steve smile and peck your lips before holding your hand. I knew my best girl misses her family back at home. The team helped me arrange this for us. I’m glad you’re excited.” You smile even more. “It’s perfect Steve. Thank you. Hayyyy, if only my parents and brother can be able to experience this with us. They’d love to see the relatives as much as I do.” However, your wishful thinking came to a halt as the plane’s tires met the ground, indicating that your flight landed safely. You giggled and clapped along with the small kids, lolos (grandpas), and lolas (grandmas) when the plane started to slow down and park itself, leaving Steve confused as he slowly followed suit. 

After you went through customs and obtained all the luggage for your month-long stay, it didn’t take long for Steve to notice that this was so so much different from Brooklyn, or the United States in general. The humidity already caught him off guard despite the various times you’ve warned about the heat. But, there were more important things coming at you very very soon. 

The minute you two walked to the sliding doors into the humid weather, you were greeted by a huge crowd of people. “Huy! Andito na s’ya! Dali! Dali, andito na!” (Hey! She’s here! Hurry! Hurry! She’s here!) You heard someone exclaim before the huge crowd made its way towards you. With a wide smile you squeal and hug each of your family, exchanging short conversations before moving to the next family member. “That’s her family” Steve concluded with shock, watching the exchanges in awe quietly, away from the bunch. “NANAY! TATAY! (Mom! Dad!)” You gasp in surprise, the tears you tried so hard to hold in finally were let out, as your parents embrace you tightly, your older brother joining the long awaited reunion.

“Oh, anak. We’ve missed you! Ang ganda mo rin, nako, Daddy, matanda na tayo!” (You’re so beautiful too, goodness, Daddy, we are old now!) You mom says proudly, taking a step back alongside your father as they look at you with pride. “Nako, Mommy wag mo magsabi yun, matagal lang hindi tayo nagkita!” (Goodness, mommy don’t say that, we just haven’t seen each other in a while!) You respond back, wiping your tears away and smiling. “But.. how did you know I was coming?” “Your boyfriend, anak. Hah, kaya nga pala hanggang tenga ang ngiti mo!” (No wonder you’re smiling from ear to ear) Your dad teases as a smirk grows on his face, but your eyes widened as you remembered. 

“Steve!” you exclaimed as you made your way to him, holding his hand and quickly pulling him towards where your parents and kuya is, a nervous smile now on your face. “Ma, Pa, Kuya, ito si Steve. Boyfriend ko po.” (This is Steve. My boyfriend.) You say a bit nervously, clutching onto his hand. Steve smiled shyly, politely extending his hand to shake your brother’s hand. Right after, he gently took your mom’s hand and brought it to his forehead, doing the same with your dad’s, leaving your family pleasantly surprised. “I am Steve. Steve Rogers. It’s nice to meet you in the flesh. Ummm… thank you for being able to come. I’m sorry if it was last minute.” Steve says shyly and nervously as he holds your hand again, not sure whether his hands were sweating from the humidity or the nervousness. Your mom couldn’t help but laugh. “Wow, anak. You even taught him how to bless! Hello, Steve. Thank you for letting us tag along with you two. We got a little lonely in LA when our daughter flew out to New York,” she teases with a laugh. “I see you were so kind to shoot us a call to come here. What kind of guy like you is doing with my daughter?” Your dad butts in, eyebrows raised as he inspects Steve up and down.

“I just wanna give Y/N the love she deserves, sir,” Steve responds, earning a big smile from your dad before he pats Steve on the back. “Very good, very good. Then she picked well.” He nods in approval before a thumbs up. “Mommy, Daddy, tara na, alis na tayo. Para pwede na tayo magpahinga,” (Come on, let’s leave. So we can relax.) You say, motioning to your bags. “Hoy! Kami na, bebe, huwag ka magalala! Pasok lang kayo sa van!” (We can do it, bebe, don’t worry! You guys just go in the van!) One of your Titas exclaimed, helping you all load your stuff in the trunk. You laughed as you saw your cousins and Titas take a peek at your boyfriend. “Ang tangkad n’ya!” (he’s so tall!) “Gwapo n’ya!” (he’s handsome) “Bagay sila dalawa!” (They both are fit for each other!) Your Titas “whisper” to each other as they made their ways to either the van or the jeepney. You giggled as you buckled yourself up next to Steve, your parents and kuya joining you two as well, sighing when the AC meets your sweaty face. “To get to Lucena City, it’ll take about 4 hours. So we can just sit tight.” You say excitedly as Steve wraps an arm around you. “Good to know. Maybe you can catch me up on some of your culture while we get there.” Steve chuckles, earning a laugh from your parents. “Oh, don’t worry, we’ll help you with that.” Your mom giggles, the van now starting to make its way out of Ninoy Aquino International Airport.

Steve never experienced anything like this, but he was quite entertained at the immediate welcome as well as the loud and chaotic, yet jolly atmosphere your family gave off. He was stepping into another world. Your world. Your heritage. Sure, you were from LA then became a New Yorker, but deep down, you were Filipino, and Steve was excited to see the part of you that held the most valuable spot in your heart throughout this month.

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[grvntld]

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH shocks now ko lang nadiscover na may option pala to auto-sync the photos x videos sa reels like all i have to do is click all the media that i want to include doon sa reel tapos bahala na si ig ganOrn my gosh here's to another one of my oK GRANDMA MOMENTS HAHAHSHSHSHAHHAJSJSJAJHAAKKAHSHSJAKAKAKAKAKKAKAKSKSKKSKSKSKS

[shinschiro]

I'm gonna cry I have like 4 canker sores damn it

ngl i had to google what a canker sore was cos i have never heard the term in my life HANSLD YON PALA UNG ENGLISH NG SINGAW 😭 i guess we learn new things every day

but omg i can imagine the pain 💀 my grandma always makes me gargle hot salt water when i get those!! idk if u’ve tried it before but it’s apparently the go-to home remedy for canker sores <\3

[ihateuverymuch]

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (*Spoilers*)

Ang scary na inaaway ni Sejanus si Dr. Gaul pero tama nga naman kasi siya. Wala naman silang right dun sa ginagawa nila.

What kaibigan ng tatay ni Coryo si Casca???

Kaano ano kaya ni Caesar Flickerman si Lucky? Magkasing fab sila e HAHA

Kaano ano kaya nila Arachne si Seneca?

Kaano ano ni Coral si Finnick? Parehas nilang trip trident hehe cute. Girl power!

Jusco references ni Lucy sa Mockingjay haha.

Damn nagseselos si Coryo dun sa kanta ni Lucy. Sad na di siya sumaya after.

Cute gusto kunin ni Pluribus si Lucy pagnanalo siya. Also, cute rin nung cheer.

Meron nga kayang lover si Lucy sa district 12? Ano kaya yung bad business niya don. Dinaya nga kaya siya?

Ano kaya yung ginawang masama ni Tigris para magsurvive? 🤔

Damn even grandma is sorry that Lucy will probably die in the HG.

Damnnnnnnnnn nagconfess si Coryo. Binigay rin nya ung silver compact from his mom. Hnggggg. Ano kaya lalagay sa loob? Yung poison for rats???

Shets nagkiss sila bago nagHG. The tea for the mentors!!!

Taga-san nga kaya si Lucy kung hindi talaga siya taga-district 12? 🤔

Hmmm unusual nga yung connection ni Lucy kay Jessup. Genuine kaya yung feelings niya kay Coryo or minamanipulate niya lang? 🤔

Yung idea ng team-up ni Jessup at Lucy jsq parang Peeta and Katniss.

Ang scary lumitaw na si Clemmie. Ano kaya effect non kay Coryo?

Tanginaaaa bakit kailangan ipakita yung battered na Marcus. Sobrang hindi deserve.

Shet kaya pala sabi ni Casca ilagay si Sejanus sa likod para madaling makawalkout. Felt bad for him. For Marcus. For the district.

Lalasunin kaya ni Lucy si Jessup kung silang dalawa matitira? 🤔. Kawawang Lysistrata. Too trusting ng teamwork kay Coryo.

Damn scary ni Lamina pinuntahan pa si Marcus para patayin. Tho I think Mercy killing. Pip psycho tuwang tuwa pa potek.

Ang sad nung death ni Dill. May TB na pala siya.

Hala nawawala si Sejanus. Ano na kaya nangyari sakanya.

Damnnnnn wth is Sejanus doing inside the arena. RIP BOI. Ano ba yannnn di niya iniisip ibang tao. Gg sa demerit si Coryo.

Ugh ano bang problema ni Gaul at Casca sakanya bakit siya na naman alay.

Damn tama yung convincing route na tinake ni Coryo kay Sejanus. Pero hindi naman siya nakatulong sa future???

Aaaaagahd hinahabol na sila ng tributes. Tangina ni Sejanus eh ang bobo. Gets ko naman why ginawa niya pero puta di niya inisip na pipigilan siya tapos may masasacrifice????

Damn tntrauma lang ba siya ni Gaul para magalit sa tributes? Also wtf napatay niya si Bobbin.

Gago talaga na gusto lang siya turuan ng lesson. Plus, what's this thing about control.

Ugh Sejanus and the prize. Tanga mo talaga sizt. Di nalang niya bigay kay Coryo.

Nice bestfriend ni Coryo si Festus. Haha kakastress di siya makamoveon sa cannibalism ng tatay ni Persephone. Tho trauma naman talaga.

Damn scary talaga yung may trident. Jusco nagform pa ng team.

Jusco napakawalang ambag nung mga announcer. Di maalala name nung tributes and mentors.

Lumabas na si Lucy pero shet bakit may rabies si Jessup. Sayang team. Galing sa racoon daw yata. Ew. Shet why niya hinahabol si Lucyy.

Sad nahulog si Jessup pero at least di siya iniwan ni Lucy. Thanks Lysistrata for sending her water and food.

Sad for Tigris nung nafigure out niya anong nangyari dun sa Arena. Tapos mawawalan pa sila ng home. 🙁

Saddddddd naghunt na yung 3. Kawawa si Lamina pinagtulungan. Damn tnraydor nila si Tanner.

Sad nung pinagtabi tabi na ni Reaper yung mga katawan.

Another casualty for the mentors - Gaius.

Noooo gagamitin yung scary snakes x_x. Damn nilagay ni Coryo yung panyo na may scent ni Lucy para di siya guluhin. Smart. Rebel. Damn cheating XD

Ang sad na nilolookdown niya si Mrs. Plith

What panong biglang namatay si Wovey??? Nilalason naba nila???

Noooooooo nilabas na yung colorful snakes. Damn kawawa naman si Clemmie. Kawawa yung mga tributes na napoison.

Nooooo dead na rin si Coral. Damn she was strong.

Lucy sang to the snakes tapos di siya inatake? Kasalanan ba to ni Corya or what.

Yesss namend na kay Clemmie. Sana legit. Hahaha.

Damn Teslee smart af. Nahack yung drone ampota. Napatay pa niya si Mizzen.

Saddd sayang yung hacking napatay agad siya ni Treech.

Damn 3 nalang sila. Shet nakakakaba yung Treech vs Lucy. Tangina scary tinago na naman niya yung snakes. Yare si Treech. XD

Damnnnnn nauto si Reaper uminom ng tubig na may lason. Panalo na si Lucy!!!

What the fuck nahuli rin siya sa mga ginawa niya tapos ginawa siyang Peacekeeper!!!????

[skarsbabe]

Just finished and arguement w my mom and grandma just bc of a mf charger they got my whole life predicted bc of how I acted (maaga pala ako mabubuntis kase daw ang arte arte ko daw charge ng charge malamang po diba lowbatt yung selpon anong gagawin ko kainin ko yung selpon para magcharge? yun lang<33)

I lab layf pala thank u : )

no more stress thanks, i’m full

[girlsandbooties]

12-17-18

Ever since I got here I’ve been blaming myself for what I’ve lost and what I’m about to lose right now. I have no excuse for giving you the worst side of me, I have no excuse for falling out of love at some point, then falling for someone then leaving that person and going back to you, again. I have no excuses at all.

But you see.. that doesn’t mean I did all of them on purpose.. that doesn’t mean I didn’t appreciate you at all.. NO. I don’t talk that much, or tell you what’s really going on in my head. Because I end up saying the wrong things and I hate arguing with you.

There are always days where I’d feel like “wala lang ako sa’yo” and I told you about that before and you just get mad. You see, everytime I try to tell you about what I’m feeling you get mad about it. You tell me how wrong I am, or you’ll end the phone call, or you’ll just throw a fit.. when the thing is, I just want you to listen.. I just want to get reassured. But because you’ll sometimes tell me how you don’t need that kind of shit right now because you’ve been stressed about work or you just don’t have time to deal with it, trying to open up to you has been the hardest thing to do. Just because if what I tell you doesn’t live up to your expectation, or you don’t like it.. you get mad. And I know, I’m not that shitty, because I’ve been like that to you too. My friends have been telling me “parehas lang kayo, walang nagpapatalo sainyo, pero mahal niyo isa’t-isa.” So, bakit nga ba? 😪

There are just so many things I want to say. I wanna fucking open up to you, and I want you to understand my side, without you trying to “side-comment” and tell me how wrong I am on feeling about that part.. I remember that fight we had at the hotel. I wanted to tell you all of my “sama ng loob” but then I haven’t even said that much yet, you were already fucking mad. And it scared me. I wish you gave me the chance to. I wish you’ve let me without interrupting or getting mad at every word I say, just like what I did to you that time too. I wasn’t ignoring you. I was quite the whole time. Because I wanted to listen to every word you say and understand where the madness and hate were coming from. Fuck, I already knew you were tired of me already, you think I’m that numb to not feel it since the first day we saw each other, again? But have you even asked me that night about why I texted you like that? Did you even bothered to know how lonely I was because I woke up so many times, checked the time and you weren’t still there? 🥺 Did you even asked me how upset I was being there by myself? ☹️ How I punched the wall so many times because I didn’t want to text you, I wanted to feel the pain physically instead of letting the pain kill me mentally. I’ve been back and forth pamp to manila because I wanted to be with you so bad. 😔 Did you even asked me how many times I cried and wished that the next time I wake up, you’re right beside me na? Right now... it still hurts just thinking about it. So, if ever you’re reading this.. what will you tell me then? I deserve it because you already got tired of me for pushing you away for the past few months, for asking you to let me go, for saying hurtful things? So what is this? Is this a payback time? Cause seriously, when I asked you to let me go na, why tell me that you don’t want to? Why asked me to meet up with you to fix things? Why keep my hopes up? Why dropped me out suddenly now that I’m here? I wish you told me that you were already tired and its already a lost cause when I was still in AZ, not when I’m already here. Because this, all of this, going back here was because of you, seeing and finally being able to be with you, even for just a few days. Because this is really painful.. I’m here and you’re just a few rides away. If I knew right away that it was already a lost cause, I would’ve missed the flight. I’ll cancel. I won’t go back.

That’s why I started having regrets going back here, because this was supposed to be about us, getting to know the new or different you, which is by the way, hate to break it to you, but that time that you told me I don’t like the changes of how you are or the way you are now, you are very wrong about that. Yeah, sure there are parts of you that I disagree with, but that doesn’t mean I hate it!? I mean, going back and forth to meet you up was also because I was trying to get to know the new you, I’m trying to get used to who you are now and accept those changes, because that’s how it works. We don’t have to be fucking perfect and we both have disagreements with each other of how we are now, but the willingness to work it out and compromised and accept everything because you want to keep the person. But who cares now, right? Because you’re tired. And I broke you.

Now this message, you don’t have to get mad or stressed about it. You can ignore it. This message is not something for me to throw shit on you, to mock you, or act like I’m the victim. Cause no one is. I’m posting this because its my way of venting my pain out. I don’t talk to anyone that much about us. So, I need to atleast find something where I can write or post my feelings. Because I’m not a robot, its my way of coping. So, I’m sorry if I’ve said something again to offend you, or if you won’t agree with this message, or if this is gonna hurt you again.

Right now.. I don’t know. I’m trying to pick myself up slowly. I’m trying to be the very best as I can cause otherwise, I’ll breakdown. And I can’t breakdown here. Not in front of my grandma. Not here. But I’m still trying. It may not look like it, but I am.

I know.. you got tired. You’re done with me. I know. I get it. Fuck, I can fucking feel it. But I didn’t. I’m not, yet atleast. So, right now.. I’m not just drowning myself from bad vices, or whimpering, or making myself too “kawawa”, I’m not showing everyone that I’m the victim via tweets or tumblr or facebook. I am also slowly picking myself up, trying to be better so if you decided to come back, I am here, whole again. Because I got destroyed too, this 2018 destroyed me too. I’m still willing to put up a fight, for us. Yeah, I don’t text you. I don’t tell you to stay, BUT I AM STILL HERE. Waiting for you. Slowly picking up the broken pieces to fix myself so when you’re ready, I am ready too. So if I breakdown, you won’t have to get me up. You won’t have to carry the baggages. You won’t have to be the only one fighting.

Now, I am really sorry, okay? That we have to end up like this again, or you have to get emotionally drained, for me to realize things. I am. I really really am. I really don’t want to let you go. I really meant it when I told you that I want to build a life with you. I really do. But I can’t forced us. I can’t forced you if you’re tired and you don’t have it in you to fight anymore.

You know, even if I have so many regrets right now, even if I regret going back here.. I am somehow thankful because tinuloy ko this time pag-uwi ko. Because this is my greatest “what if”. WHAT IF I WENT BACK HOME AND WE DECIDED TO SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN? FOR THE FIRST TIME IN ALMOST 4 YEARS, WE FINALLY GET TO SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN? What will happen? What would you do? What would I do? So, I am thankful because even if hurts and even if its so painful right now to be here, this is what I needed. Going back here, to see you, is what I needed. Because this is the closure I need. Cause ngayon I finally realized and saw it with my own eyes, na kahit na umuwi pala ako.. its not gonna work. I’m not gonna be able to force it if its not really working.

So, if you think you really want to leave or go. Its okay. If you’re tired. Its okay. If you wanna take a break. Its okay. If you wanna put yourself first, go ahead. Do that. Do you. If you wanna start 2019 without me in your life, you don’t have to tell me, I’ll know and I’ll go. If in the process of healing someone helped you and you fell for that someone, its okay. Because finally giving yourself a chance to open up to someone, the willingness to give love a try and not being scared of getting hurt, is a sign of putting yourself first. And maybe, it’ll end in a bad way again, but maybe not? If so, its all okay. Leaving and finding happiness that I couldn’t give you, or you can’t find from me, its okay.

I’m so sorry if it took you the whole 2018 to realize that I’m the wrong person. I’m so sorry if you just realized that you should’ve let me go a long time ago. I’m so sorry if you were chasing the wrong person this whole year. I’m so sorry if I wasn’t worth it. I’m so sorry for keeping your hopes up. I’m so sorry for destroying you. I’m so sorry for wasting your time. I’m so sorry for wasting your whole 2018. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.

I’ll be okay.. if you decide to let me go. If you decide to give someone else a chance. I’ll accept that. After all, I’ve brought this to myself right? 😪 You don’t have to tell me. You don’t have to message me. Because I’m not numb, I can somehow read between the lines. I haven’t let go of you yet. I’ll know when its time for me to. I’ll know when its really the end. I’ll know when its time to stop. So, this will be the last time I’ll post or you’ll hear anything from me. I’ll do my best to not go online, because I don’t want the same thing to happen to me 4 years ago. The way I tried to move on from you years ago wasn’t healthy or good enough.

I want to be okay. So when you decide to come back, I’m all ready. I’m whole again. And I can give you the better version of me.

And I want to be okay. So when you decide to let me go and not come back. It won’t destroy me, again.

[annajeanf]

Day 6 - 10.30.22 📌 Nanay Nita's 80th birthday 🎂 I got very busy since I went back to work. 😩 Ang dami pang photos na pending to upload. LONG STORY TIME: Anyway, this is one of my favorite moments in Siargao. I experienced how they celebrate a birthday party in the province. They have this Mañanita at dawn. We had to wake up at 4AM to serenade Nanay and say our birthday wishes for her. I cried. 😭 I'm just really grateful for her. Without her, I wouldn't have known Del and the whole clan. 💕 We had an early breakfast and the main event was in the afternoon. It's an honor to be the HMUA of my grandma-in-law on her very special day. 😍 I was just so happy partying till night with the in-laws. Ang saya sobra! ❤️ I sang my contest pieces that I don't sing anymore since college. 😂 I blame Jodel for that. 🙄 He kept on entering song entries on the videoke machine. Nabibigla na lang talaga ako TBH. Di ready ang larynx ko for that. Haha But my favorite part was when everyone was dancing along as I sing upbeat songs and also when we went live on FB while we were partying hard. 😅 Ang saya pala being carefree and all. Hay. I miss all of them. Thank you, Nanay, for your birthday bash. 🎉 Mahal na mahal po namin kayo. #lateupload #day6 (at Union, Dapa, Siargao) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ckz-g92pEUe/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=