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You will always be one of my favorites, as I am yours. I will join your mom in her prayer that you won't grow up fast. And when you become a young lady, please don't forget your Naina and your little dances with her.
User Image ainakupo Posted: Dec 6, 2017 10:02 AM (UTC)

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There's nothing particularly special about my dog named Mosh. Except for the fact that she's a mongrel, and her name is short for promotion - because she was born on the day I was, well, promoted. .
But sometimes, I feel envious of her for she doesn't have to wake every day and think about work, problems, social media, controversies, what-have-you's. To her, my mere presence is the ultimate happiness (and I rarely visit her these days, I'm sorry). To her, having a dry spot to lie on or seeing a bowl full of food is bliss. It's that simple.
It's simple to be happy, really, but for us, for me, to be satisfied is complicated. And to be happy - happy palang 'yan ha - is a life-long search and realization that in the end, we're never truly happy. We're just not sad. And I guess, being not sad is the near equivalent of being happy.
User Image ainakupo Posted: Nov 6, 2017 10:53 AM (UTC)

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Sometimes, we realize that we have to let go of certain things - even if we enjoy these. Here's a bit of thought on finding one's self and saying good bye.
User Image ainakupo Posted: Oct 22, 2017 1:06 PM (UTC)

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Dear Mama,
You would've been 60 today - or as dad would say, you'll be a dual citizen. It's hard to imagine that you've been gone for almost 10 years already, for every day without your presence is like I'm missing a part of my heart. When it skips a beat, I knew that it my self, still looking for that puzzle piece to complete me.
Frankly, I found that missing puzzle piece - for I married the guy who made my fragmented self whole again. It was a long a find, I could assure you, for he was a treasure akin to a diamond - better under pressure.
Mama, you've missed quite a lot since you went away. But I know that you're watching over us every single day. We feel your lingering presence in our home, in our habits, in our hearts. Sometimes, though, we still miss you, and we try to ease the pain through laughter and hugs from loved ones.
Once again, happy birthday, Mama. You'll forever be loved and missed.
User Image ainakupo Posted: Oct 7, 2017 11:21 AM (UTC)

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Look what I made! Teeny no-ouchie hair ties for my cutie tottering niece. Will do a test run once mommy gets it.
PS: I was having itchy hands so I had to make something out of an idea. Hopefully this turns out well. Cross fingers with me, please!
PPS: I also made some hair ties for myself because I want to test them first. They don't hurt like other scrunchies or rubber bands out there, so I guess that's good.
User Image ainakupo Posted: Oct 6, 2017 9:13 AM (UTC)

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It always feels good whenever I see articles I wrote get published. As a content writer, I consider it as an accomplishment - even if it is part of the job description. It’s even flattering if one of your subjects liked it enough to say thank you. This is definitely far from what I’ve done for the past 10 years, i.e., doing financial spreads and analyses. Thank you, @cottontailcakestudio. I’ve always been a fan. Read all about here:
User Image ainakupo Posted: Sep 30, 2017 10:01 AM (UTC)

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I grew up surrounded by plants because my mom had a green thumb. Every morning, she would water her plants with a long, green hose. And every evening, she would do it again - to keep the air cool. I wake up to the sound of her pagdidilig in the morning, and when she's feeling makulit, she'd spray some water on my window to make me, us, get up from our weekend slumber. .
"Tanghali na, gumising na kayo!" she'd call out, while the steady stream of water goes swish-swish because her trusty hose could only reach a certain point. .
At night, I'll feel the cool wind and smell the wet grass from her evening dilig. It was one thing I sorely miss since she passed away, for the driftwoods of orchids, flowering shrubs, and Bermuda grass surrounding our home was replaced by cement covered in gravel. From soil to stone. There was almost no trace of her left, not even her beloved cattleyas in pots.
User Image ainakupo Posted: Sep 28, 2017 10:32 AM (UTC)

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One of the perks of living in the province is having fruits at your disposal. In my case, it's a bunch of bayabas outside my window. These tiny balls of fruit are sweet, and full of seeds, takes me back to younger days. Never mind its smell - it reminds you of that subtle putok. .
But I'm competing against a swifter and more physically fit enemy: a hummingbird.
User Image ainakupo Posted: Sep 18, 2017 11:56 AM (UTC)

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“Bakit mo ba ako tinatakbuhan?” sigaw ni Dru, namumula ang mukha sa galit. “Duwag! Harapin mo ako! Suntukan nalang tayo!” - hango mula sa Dru at ang Kuwento ng Limang Kaharian
Hindi ako matatas mag-Filipino, at kadalasan, mas masaya ako kung sa wikang Ingles ako nagsusulat bilang isang content writer. Ngunit napapansin kong iilan nalang ang pahayagan na gumagamit ng Filipino sa pagbabalita. Kadalasan, barubal pa ang paggamit sa wika natin. Baka naman ito ang paraan na mas madali para maunawaan ang nakasulat sa website.
Minsan, masaya din naman ang magsulat sa Filipino. Kaya nga masaya ako at nakahanap ako ng aklat na maaari kong basahin nang matutunan ko kung paano ang magsulat sa Filipino. Pasensya kung mababaw, malalim, magulo ang mga sinasabi ko sa talatang ito. Ang nais ko lang ay matuto, mahasa, at mabigyan ng pagkakataong makilala ang mayabong na wika nating Filipino. .
Ang aklat na Dru at ang Kuwento ng Limang Kaharian ay aking nabili sa Manila International Book Fair nung Biyernes. Salamat, Adarna House.
User Image ainakupo Posted: Sep 9, 2017 12:45 PM (UTC)

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He slung his bag over his shoulder, adjusting his earphones to hear the music blaring from his Walkman, as he walked towards the building.
New class, new faces, he wryly thought, as he settled down on the chair farthest from the board.
Time to be invisible, he muttered. .
His first course wasn’t something he wanted - it was just what he wrote so he could get in that particular university. He did not want to be a businessman; he planned to become an architect because he loved to draw. But he obeyed their wishes, if only he could get a bit of freedom. .
“Excuse me, is this seat taken?”
He was startled when someone tapped him on his shoulder, and hastily removed his left earphone. “No,” he curtly replied, stealing a glance from his would-be seat mate.
At last, breakfast, he smiled.
User Image ainakupo Posted: Sep 7, 2017 11:34 AM (UTC)

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She traced her fingers along the cold glass, leaving behind a smudge barely visible to the naked eye. “How much apiece?”
The lady looked up from the counter, surprised to see a customer inside the shop. “Magkano any isa?” she repeated, showing a hint of impatience. “P100 po ang dalawa,” the lady stammered.
She cocked her head and haughtily answered, “Eh di P50 any isang piraso.”
The lady could only nod her head in reply. “Then I’ll buy a box of 12. Lahat rose scented, ha,” she said, while gingerly peeking over the glass counter of colourful macarons in various shapes and flavours.
It’ll be like as if I’ve received a dozen roses from him, she thought, even though he’s six feet under now.
User Image ainakupo Posted: Sep 5, 2017 11:02 AM (UTC)

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The single-word question jolted her from her reverie. Why? Why. It was just one syllable that she often hears, but never really understood. She grew up an obedient girl, coming from a Catholic school, being raised to follow the rules to a tee. .
“Because…it felt…different, I guess,” she shrugged, dipping her dainty fingers into the bowl. She took a purple-colorer nacho chip laden with spicy beef and melted cheese. She held it up her face, slowly nibbling on the piece, like it was sacrilege to gobble something sinful as it was. Then, the cool breeze gently caressed her face as she closed her eyes and let out a small cry of ecstasy. .
And it was sinfully delightful. At least for her, it was a sin.
(This was actually nachos from El Panchito's in Pagsanjan, Laguna. They offer muy rico* Mexican dishes at affordable prices.)
*according to Google Translate, muy rico means very yummy.
User Image ainakupo Posted: Sep 3, 2017 11:47 AM (UTC)

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There's no better way to start your day with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. Packed with Vitamin C, say bye bye to colds....and scurvy!
Blaaag. Ano raw?
Kidding aside, don't forget your daily dose of fruits and veggies for a healthier you. (Must keep that in mind, ok, ok.) That, and less sugar and sodium intake. Thank you @aianrosales for the setup. (He takes good street photos, btw.)
User Image ainakupo Posted: Sep 1, 2017 11:37 AM (UTC)

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I remember that we did this photoshoot as a gift to the couple since the lady is one of our close friends. The note was something I wrote, just to explore hand lettering back then. I may not be doing calligraphy nowadays, but I still get kilig whenever I see nice letterings on windows and walls.
User Image ainakupo Posted: Aug 30, 2017 11:44 AM (UTC)

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Before colored paper bags and straws were all the rage nowadays, I was sort of into them. I loved collecting paper straws and bags, even if I have no use for them, except for packing small gifts (but then, they were too expensive so I was nanghihinayang to use them at all!). I'll admit: I WAS A HOARDER.
Correction: still AM, and WILL ALWAYS BE.
I'm looking at you, fellow stationery freaks.
User Image ainakupo Posted: Aug 28, 2017 12:26 PM (UTC)

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Cafe de Seoul was a quaint coffee shop tucked in the alleyway of Taft. With its unusual H layout, patrons were able to people-watch discreetly. It was something serendipitous, but only for a moment.
Last I heard, Cafe de Seoul closed shop for reasons I don’t know. I last visited it in 2013 when I was on assignment for the lifestyle website, WhenInManila. Sayang, I wasn’t able to go back and visit it again.
Taft is one place I’ll always be curious about. Its nooks and crannies, littered with conyo boys and girls, are something I’d like to discover one of these days. The surrounding buildings, towering condos, and bustling traffic are unfamiliar to someone like me, who grew up in the semi-rural side of Laguna.
Perhaps, one of these days.
How about you? Where do you want to get lost someday?
User Image ainakupo Posted: Aug 27, 2017 1:43 AM (UTC)

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Strawberry...again?! Oh yes! But this time, it's in our drinks, an agua fresca to be exact. Spanish for cool waters, agua fresca is a non-alcoholic beverage simply made up of fruits, sugar, and water. And since we're in Baguio, strawberries were our poison of choice. (Spot the big ass cup of Cordillera coffee that warmed me up.)
User Image ainakupo Posted: Aug 24, 2017 12:45 PM (UTC)

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Baguio is known for its strawberries and what better way to eat them but fresh? Toss these into a salad with crunchy broccoli, cheese, and almonds, then drizzle with homemade mayonnaise made from Greek yogurt. This side perfectly complemented the chicken fajitas we had for breakfast at Lucia's Bed and Breakfast. It's strawberry-good!
I've raved about Lucia's and hopefully, I get to write about our awesome experience with this hidden gem in Baguio. Take my word for it when I say it's the best place to stay in when you're in the City of Pines.
User Image ainakupo Posted: Aug 23, 2017 2:15 AM (UTC)

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If there's one thing that you should know about me, it's the fact that I love colors. I love it so much that our wedding was filled with bright hues of chartreuse, turquoise, coral, and sunshine yellow. It's actually a far cry from my younger years when I loved only two colors: black and green. (I was too emo back then, and I only liked green because everyone liked blue and pink and I'm hipster like that. Heh. Meh.) Fast forward to a few years later, here I am. Regressing to being a kid.
But, I'm not good at coordinating colors. Trust me on that. .
Just a sneak peek of some teethers I'll be selling at @baby_miscellanymnl. Do follow it for more updates. *happy dance*
User Image ainakupo Posted: Aug 20, 2017 12:32 PM (UTC)

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Done is better than perfect. It's a constant reminder, a mantra even, that's applicable for the perfectionist in us. Hopefully, this will hush the negative voice that tells us, "You're not good enough." or "There are others better than you." It's disheartening to listen to that teeny voice of doubt, more so if you keep on hearing it...from yourself. So let's give ourselves a break from all of the nagging and bragging. Say it with me: DONE is BETTER than perfect. Much, much better than perfect. Ayt? Ayt!