Archive for December, 2012

Constant change

Posted: December 15, 2012 by chocolatesandmedicines in Uncategorized

Hahaha! Nag-isip pa talaga ko ng matinding title.


Ang gusto ko lang naman talaga sabihin ay. . .


WORDPRESS! Para kang Facebook.


Yun na.


Little girls: Big boys. Proportional?

Posted: December 4, 2012 by chocolatesandmedicines in Uncategorized

So I know this fragile girl who had a boyfriend before, someone who had an exact age like her. She had three ex-boyfriends, and the other two are older guys, about 18-21.

She had the same case to that little girl I met in college who is a N.B.S.B.-wallflower. She’s not as fragile as the other one, she likes books, and loves school. They have a thing in common.. Yes, they like slash love older guys.


Knowing these two, the first girl had her family broken when she was in high school. She saw how her dad hit her mom and he was so drunk that time that he thought that our princess is his wife so he just threw her at the door like a little doll. The second girl have a cool family. But they just won’t allow her to have fun. The fun that she wants to experience. Like going out at night, having little drinks, etc. They had friends, but no matter how crazy they are, the heart keeps on searching for what is lacking in there.


I am not a psychologist, nor a mind reader. I just think that family problems give a big effect on a person’s mind and heart, wants and needs. People should try to improve themselves but I think I understand the girls who like older guys to take care of them like a brother and to protect them like a father.

Maybe (just maybe) we find the lost puzzle piece in other people’s company..

50 Shades Trilogy: 50 Shades Conceited

Posted: December 3, 2012 by chocolatesandmedicines in Uncategorized
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Last Sunday, I asked a friend if she had any ideas on good reads. She had this look of a thinking reader and suddenly answered “Did you already read 50 Shades of Grey?”

Well, actually, I’m on the third book already which is 50 Shades Freed. Uh, though I’m not yet finished, I’m going to rate it a 3-star out of five.


Yes, we feel something “different” when we read those kind of novels. Sex is pulling all of it on us. Mr. Grey is a sadist who hates brunettes because of his so called “crack whore mom”. The good part of that trilogy is Grey’s history and how everything changed after Anastasia Steele; just think of a really good-looking CEO who changed his beliefs after the right woman came. But you know, still, it’s a common twist.

At the back of my mind, 50 Shades is everywhere. Some people didn’t read but posts one-liners or quotes from the book, which they had just read from the internet. 😀

When you ask someone about a good book, 75% percent will think, and the other 25 will suggest the 50 Shades of Fucked up :D, LOL. It becomes over -rated just because it’s about a BDSM relationship. Funny, how even high school kids try to fit-in with this topic.


I’m afraid, it will follow the steps of the fictional books about vampires and angels who fall in love with humans, and fight for their destiny. It’s like you’re in a bookstore and you will just ask yourself, “Is there something not related to the good-looking vampires?” or say “Is there something in here not related to BDSM relationship because I’m so sick of hearing 50 Shades everywhere?”


Our Grandparents: Heroes

Posted: December 1, 2012 by chocolatesandmedicines in Uncategorized
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Mom and dad would always leave me in the morning and up to now, I can still remember how I cry whenever they have to leave for work. My grandma is the one left to take care of me back then. I was very young, I never noticed how much she loved me. We were three kids back then and the usual thing happens. Mom and dad goes to work and leaves us all in grandma’s care.

I will never forget how grandma bought ice cream for me when we went to school and I cried because I am not immune to a big number of kids, playing around. I hate that kind of noise and grandma would always tell me “It’s okay, you can play with other kids after you eat your ice cream.”, which made me strong enough to know how to mingle. I graduated, and I learned how to draw sketches, sing and dance.. Those were the days when I noticed, grandma’s eyes were so proud.

Now, I’m 18 and grandma’s 86. She was in her 70’s when she began to forget names and things, while cooking, she forgot what she’s cooking and ended up inventing a new viand. She even prepared milk for my sister and put salt instead of sugar. Now, we have a kid in the house (adopted, since my aunt can’t have a baby) and she will play with her and later keep the kid’s toy in her closet. She had Alzheimer’s disease and we tried to cure her but we became  too busy to assist and grandma forgets the time she should take her medicines.

When grandpa died, her condition became worse. She drinks coffee as much as she wants in the morning only because she forgot that she had one already. She likes sausage, spam, eggs, lollipops, cotton candy, and sweets. And like a baby, we can’t let her go out anymore because she can’t find her way home. We started to lock our gates and have keys, so as to try not to let grandma out as much as possible. We really had a hard time looking for her several times. Her eyes were very sad now, and she always picks a fight with us. Nothing is more painful, seeing grandma in this condition.

It’s more painful to see that she’s waiting for her death. She hates how she forgets things and pity can’t get out of my heart. I love grandma, she’s my hero. We’ve been trying to protect her from harsh people outside but she won’t follow.. but we can’t afford to lock her in “chains”. We well never do that.. but I hope she understands that we love her this much, that’s why we can’t let her go by herself..


So if you still have your grandparents with you, tell them how much you love them before they forget your names. Never let a moment pass you by..