The Snuggery Cafe 

“I was not the one who gifted you life, but life gave me the gift of you.”

Define snuggery? A cozy or comfy place, especially someone’s private room, lair or den.

I’ve got so many reasons to go out. First and foremost, I wanted to escape again from the humdrum of house chores here and there. On a weekend. When most people’s weekends were spent resting and bonding with families and friends. Mine are made of chores.

Good thing is I have this sweet daughter from another mom who will go with me wherever I wanna go when no one else can. Unlike my real son who will only go with for two things: Eating or shopping.

I brought Cha to this very small cafe just 15 minutes away from home. And look how we spent the next hour:

Our coffee!
Cha’s tomato pasta..
And my carbonara..

Our coffee arrived just in time, both of us being coffee junkies. Minus the guilt of tolerating her doing the gulp at a very young age.

And together with the pastas which are still hot and looked yummier than when we were still smelling the scent while its’ being cooked. Their kitchen by the way is just a head turn away from our table.

This combination went perfectly together, just like the two us, playing daughter and mom.

We ordered for nachos salad, however, they run out stock and I just promised Cha that we will try it soon.

As a result, we were able to bond in silence, doing our stuff and snug.

Her games.

Most of which are students.
Reminded me of good old days..
I forgot what Cha calls this.

And my magazines.

I met Dobie several times. He’s a cool persona. Very fashionable.
Articles on Design inspiring me for my next projects.
I told them bluntly the chalk art is still bland..

I remember Cha texting me, calling me on my mobile, sending me messages on facebook as to when we’re going to meet again. She’s such a sweet girl. And naughty at times.

Pretty angle.. texting who?
Sweet and pretty and chubby! lol!

Till then my darling.

Please make the nachos always available. =)

We’re going to “Picked”. Another new-born cafe within the vicinity.

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-An only daughter. A mother of a 22 year old son. Passionate with so many things. A lover of life itself. First of which is to write. Then, sing (I specifically love the stage), read, cook, travel & take beautiful pictures (photography) and scrap booking, all of which are my own way of coping with life's challenges. Lately, I have been enjoying quilting and crafting with beaded fabrics. Friends usually associate me with the color violet. I love this color so much! However, I love pink, red, teal, orange, yellow as well! Coffee is my water and my happy food is cheesecake topped w/ blueberries, frozen yogurt, sansrival and cream puff. I mastered fettuccine carbonara because that is one of my favorite food along w/ broccoli with prawns and mushrooms. Of all the International cuisines, Japanese food is on top of my list. Secretly, I love "Stitch" - that grinning indigo pup. =) Seriously, I dream to become a philanthropist (starting off by providing shelter to street children in our country) and a famous author someday. I'm just waiting for God's time for my first book to be published.- It took me years to decide to blog, more so to write and have it out in the open. I started writing even as a child, I just keep them on file. It was my outlet. Approaching the year(s) they say where life begins, or If I may say, the sweeter life. It was a year full of emotions. As I lost both my parents already, the unfathomable sadness prompted me to pour them out in my writings and share them to the world, hoping it might lighten the heaviness of my heart. I live now with my son as a mother and as a daughter (as a friend and a sister), this has made me be ready to finally do what I am meant to do. Even If there's a lot that I wanted to do. This came first, like a first love that occupied a special place in my heart. It's a looong process, tiring, frustrating, exciting. The best part? is the happiness it brings. Even if things around seems all so wrong. It's like having my own place under the sun. My own safe and happy rainbowed world. At times, there's guilt as well, for I strongly believe, writing (like singing) is a talent God has gifted us. We ought to use it and maximize it, in our littlest way, share it to mankind, for His glory. I just had a few distractions over the years and to realize that it is never too late to be who we ought to be, I have this very strong feeling, now is the time. All my life, I have decided on things that made me happy, this is one of those. I may never be a winner of those best blogs that have been awarded to talented writers/ bloggers and I don't mind, there are strikes of being envious, but according to my father, there are two kinds of being envy. There's envy that is negative, it'll hamper you from doing good and there's an envy that makes you happy for others' success, or seeing yourself in their shoes, I think, the kind of envy in me, is the latter. Like celebrities who missed an Oscar, while the film was watched by the whole world, she/he did not mind, it's like knowing what counts best, and it's the capacity to share your talents to anyone who wants to receive it, without asking anything in return. Expressing what's in my heart and mind on every occasion (which happens to be daily) and being happy about it is like a prize already. Happy reading!(--,)

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