How This Pinay's Quarantine Business Brought Her Closer To Her Stepdad
Many people have turned to home cooking and hustling in quarantine, and lucky are those who found a way to do both. Especially at a time when people are realizing the importance of having savings, starting a small business while you're young could be a good and fun way to learn not just about entreprenurship, but personal financial management.
Of course, our learnings shouldn't always be limited to financial insights, as proven by quarantine cook Angela Ayson. In a Facebook post, Angela wrote about how cooking for other people, which started as a way to make extra income while in quarantine, has become a means for her to feel connected to her family who lives abroad... particularly her stepdad, who served as a head chef in a restaurant in Japan for decades.
"Today I made meals for at least 13 people," Angela writes on Facebook. "That was seven hours of standing in the kitchen (lol idk either) and it IS tiring but it is rewarding when you like what you do, and I'm sure it's nothing compared to the eight hours that my stepdad used to spend every day where he cooks for at least a hundred people daily (he used to be a head chef).
"Just thinking about my stepdad working tirelessly in the kitchen to provide for his family (and his chosen family, which includes my brother and I) makes my heart swell. It's not something all fathers do. In fact, not everyone is even capable of being a father. Bloodlines are nothing when you don't know how to fulfill your responsibility as a parent."
Angela's mom married her stepdad when she was 10 years old. Since they are based in Japan, Angela hasn't seen them in almost five years. While travel continues to be restricted due to the COVID-19 pandemic, it looks like their family will have to wait a little longer before they see one another again. Until then, being a home cook is one shared experience she can have with her stepdad.
"I guess you could say there's a tiny and weird sense of achievement in learning and doing what my parents do. I don't intend to strictly follow the same route lol but it's something I treasure right now."
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Here is a photograph taken yesterday from the photo shoot I did in our house. ? I really love dressing up and being dolled up, it makes me feel great and confident of who I am ?
I was actually hesitant to post these pictures of mine. My sister eveb asked me to change my Facebook Profile Picture and it took me hours to decide if I should. But, I realized that this is me, the real me. I should be confident of my body and of who I really am.
At the end of the day, I dress up not for other people but for myself ? To all the ladies out there and even gentlemen who are taking a second to think if they should post their pictures, worried about what will others say their body, remember that we just need to be just ourselves. Be confident and let us support each other ? Let us be friends! IG: @romynaaaaaaa_
They say time heals all wounds, but it has been ages - is heartbreak exempted?
I have forgotten when was the last time we shared a smile - the last time when I saw the glow in your eyes and the last time when you whispered an I love you to me. I have forgotten when, but here I am - writing to you again.
I do not know if you will read this or you will just add this one to my proses and poems that you left unread, but you see, I am still hoping. I am mailing the pain of us to the gods out there - hoping they can take the pain away. I should have gotten over you, but instead of forgetting and accepting our ending, I am writing about us in tissue sheets, carving about us on trees, telling about us on the back of my journals, hoping that a thousand or a million write ups about us, can make me forget about what happened.
I am writing, waiting for the point where I can no longer write anymore, for I have none to tell - but when? I have nothing in me anymore, but the memories of us - and no matter how hard I try put those to its own grave, the memories grow back like lilies in the swamp - painful and beautiful at the same time.
No matter how hard I try to silence those and put it at the back of my mind, those ring back, playing like the favorite song we used to listen. They say heartbreaks turn into poetry and that is what happening to us - but poetry should be dulcet and dreamy, why does ours sound like pain and agony? They say time heals all wounds, but it has been ages - is heartbreak exempted? Darling, I guess not.
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This is a drawing and a poem I’ve made for a summer love. Our time together was short-lived but the feelings were not.
On a platform we stand
Faces seen all in a blur
Relentless searching led by a spur
To find someone, to feel something
Aren’t we fools to waste away time?
To look for one man’s treasure
Somewhere as ephemeral, as fragile
As a bond built in crime
But aren’t we just like every weary heart?
Hoping for an oasis
In the midst of the desert
Wanting to quench our thirst
Aren’t we all like frosted windows
Of old and battered houses on winter?
Wishing for the sun to give us warmth
To melt the facade so we can show what the inside is made
Aren’t we maven pretenders?
A Casanova? A Temptress? Who made us this way?
A sly fox? A ruthless hunter?
Let down the walls, It’ll be okay
Rushed for a hug, now no hesitating
Engulfed by a sense of bliss or was it longing? Eyes wide-open,
Stepping on a quicksand I embraced the fall into the deep end
Gazed at you lying there unaware With you, found something rare I swear
Realization dawning as loud as a thunder
As the Beating of your heart put me into a deep slumber
Waking up from this reverie
Truth slapped me back to reality
Two worlds so different, now I see If only I could I’d be anything and anyone you need me to be I’m the ludicrous clown, you see
Thought if I ruin it first I’d be free
From the doubts brought by my own insecurity I was so wrong,
What a tragicomedy Brought by the month of April
We rushed the ticking of clock to May Hands interlocked
Weaved skin to skin on a rainy day But when June came to say hello, all went dark grey
What was once there ceases to exist Like the wilting of a flower
Once so beautiful, so full of life Now turned into dust by death’s kiss
Unbounded joy brought by your presence
Paralleled with the perennial ache of your absence Yearned for and offered seventh heaven
Now the heart weeps for evanescence
A mirage, to be the fair maiden The sorrow to find out I’d end up our own villain
But all’s well for you are but a distant dream Gamaliel, You are, I knew it from the very beginning .