When you break your bones and slipped from a chair you realize you’re not as young as you look. Your body is getting older and cannot cope up with the pain. When people find out close to you all you hear is you’re lucky at least you didn't hurt your spinal cord. There is no compassion from them all you get is lecture and how you should of thought ahead of time. You realized something from the feeling inside your heart no one around you really care if you are in pain You realized you are in a world on your own and need to protect yourself You realized you cannot depend on anyone, but yourself You realized how much you cared and gave in your heart for them They are not there for you when you are injured. You realized at this point why be so nice and caring for others. If, they treat you as if you don't exist in their world I realized the hard way and started opening my eyes I saw my surrounding is all an imaginary family and co-worker

People who lie cannot be trusted When you lie to me and make up unjustified stories You are fooling yourself You are fooling the people around you You cannot be trusted We cannot believe what comes from your mouth You become useless to me Your mind start to drift away from reality It becomes an unrealistic world People who lie cannot be trusted You loose that trust from that person You will not believe what comes from their mouth If, you we're fooled once You won't be fooled twice You tend to protect yourself You careless what they say  People who lie cannot be trusted One day when there is an accident and you call us up We will no longer believe you with all the lies you have spread People who lie cannot be trusted Whatever comes from your mouth no one believes what you say We can no longer trust you We care less what stories you want to share  People who lie cannot be trusted They yell at your face

What happens when you hide a bucket full of pictures that you took, but never wanted to share it? What happens when you begin to miss the memories you shared? What does that mean when your pictures stay hidden in your camera? How do you deal with it? Do you save it or do you delete it? There are some people who are sentimental and just keep it and only look at the pictures on their own. There are some people who print the pictures and tear it apart. There are people who delete it and get mad at themselves for destroying the pictures later. There are people who print it out and burn it into ashes. What is the outcome when you do those things? Does it make you stronger? Does it relieve the stress for missing someone? How does anyone deal with a broken heart? How do you cope with it? I have a dear friend going through this right now. Who is lost and unsure what to do with her life. Sometimes the only person who can give the mo

When I have a problem I tend to keep my thoughts in my head I find it easier to write or type it in Microsoft Word I put all my feelings on a piece of paper or type it in my laptop I can easily express what I am feeling inside when I write it up All my thoughts comes out and what I am feeling comes out easily not like anyone who can express themselves in front of a person I grew up being self centered and kept my thoughts away from everyone I wrote poems that no one knew only my close friends I shared it with them  They tend to use it for whomever they plan to date How do you express yourself? I see people expressing themselves by the way they dress when they are feeling high and feeling down. I see people drinking alcohol with a group of friends or just being alone at home. I see people buying clothes or unnecessary item to relieve the pain they are feeling inside. I see people eating up and filling up their stomach until they

I was attending college right after high school. I met Lyn and Maria when I was working in the library. I remember Lyn and Maria just arrived from the Philippines.  Lyn and Maria didn't know when you are a girl you are not suppose to cling on each other in the States. People will mistake you as being a lesbian. During the time I met them I wasn't use to someone clinging on to my hand or arm. I had to tell my new friends that it wasn't right to do in public. People would think you are in a relationship. I am a person who is direct to the point. I grew in California my whole life. I was Americanize with Filipino blood. The good part Lyn and Maria didn't get offended when I had inform them. They we're actually grateful I told them. Every day we saw each other and we had some classes together. We became close that they slept over my home the weekend. Maria and Lyn My parents didn't mind me having friends sleep over. They liked it bett

No one can get tired of bread in the Philippines. We provide local bread that you can see when you walk around the neighborhood. Tasty Bread (loaf) Pandesal (dinner bread) Malungay Pandesal Pan de leche Ensaymada Ube Ensaymada Pan de coco Spanish Bread Bonete Kalihim Monay Binangkal Putak Mamon Sputnik Raisan Bread Kababyan Not only do we have local bread there are other stores that carry their own brand and different type of bread and cakes to choose. Red Ribbon Goldilocks Aga Mulah Julie's Bake Shop Pan de Manila Bread Talk Yamato Bakery (Japanese) Conti Cakes and Bakery Kamuning Bakery Cafe Mary Grace Mr. Park's Bread and Cakes Tous Les Jours Every day Mom Purple Oven Nord's Bread Hub Wheatberry The Breadery Formosa Bakery Merced Bake House Estrel's Carmel Cake Banapple  Kumori Japanese Bakery Segouvia Cakes Clyde's Bread and Pastries The French Baker