I solemnly stare at the murky depths of a chocolate drink hoping to find solace from my random awkward loneliness

It just gives me a much deeper undaunted  paranoia that kept my head from whirring. My pensive thoughts refuse to be stopped so I succumb and drown, realizing how I’m truly physically alone. I am so hungry for anything that could bring back a spark. I seek for a physical touch, a hug perhaps, that would give out the warmth I couldn’t recognize. I need to listen again to voice that could encapsulate me and keep me amused. I realize how I’ve become a slave of anything sweet like a chocolate drink and how it seems to temporarily mend the failing cracks from the edges of my mind. 

8.24.13 

maj, why are you so quiet?

Do you know the famous pizza in Naples? I've heard a lot about it lately thanks to so much resources. Just thinking of how the thing looks makes my stomach churn, like in a way, when even if I'm not too hungry but having to think about it makes me hungry all over again. It must be one of the most beautiful food I have ever seen not just because it was in Italy. The one place where pasta must have come from, if I am right. Pasta there must also be really good. I've had this dream of making a pasta that tastes like the one's served there. I need to make one. But it's impossible since I haven't exactly tasted any of their pasta or the pizza. I'm right here just dreaming about it with no way of flying my way there or having the food fly towards me. The pizza must be really great with tons of people around the globe going there just to eat the perfect platter. The dough must have these secret ingredients that it tastes perfect than a mere dough. And the spices were carefully selected and sprinkled to bring out the richest taste we could savor. And the cheese, artfully melted all over the plate that it makes you crave it more with every single bite. All these not really the exact reason why I'm quiet. It's just because I'm chewing my food.

something happened today, and it involves lasagna.

i FOUND good news.

-for the love of food

I’ve conjured a perfect cup of coffee except it’s not anymore coffee because I’ve placed everything i like in it. And after I’ve drank all of it, I remembered the cinnamon.

the awkward moment when out of nowhere your friend gives you a bar of chocolate and you take it and pretend it must not mean anything when in fact at the back of your mind, you’re dying to ask him what he means.

The best part whenever you give someone a hug is that you also get something back. :)