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He Should Be a Good Boy

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He should be a good boy poem

He Should Be a Good Boy poem

Somebody sent me an email to give me some advice and pointers regarding my poems (Thank you, Nellie!). As you can see, most of my poems are all about love because that’s the easiest subject for me. So today, I tried to venture into something completely different and I decided to write a poem about faith, religion, and humanity. (Actually, I wrote this yesterday. LMAO)

Faith and religion are two different things. You can be faithful without your religion but you can’t be religious without being faithful. And I think that one of the main reasons for religion’s diversity is because of our lack of faith. Given our cognitive privileges, only a human being has the power to change the world’s view about everything. Maybe that’s where it all started. Someone insisted that his God is the real God, without realizing that their Gods is all the same. Yeah, it’s kinda hard to explain but you get what I mean, right? (That’s just a wild guess, anyway.)

Moving on, this is my poem and I hope ya’ll enjoy this. Just send me an email on my “CONTACT ME” page if you have suggestions or whatsoever. πŸ˜‰

Remember to always be a good human, alright? πŸ™‚

You can also check out some of my literary works. Β β™₯


Kimberly. β™₯


Pressed Powders Galore: Top 5 Pressed Powder That You Can Buy in the Philippines!

Hello ladies! β™₯ How’s your long weekend? I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. πŸ™‚

Anyway, some of you have been asking about the best pressed powders in the market nowadays. There are thousands of pressed powders available that are manufactured by different brands. And I’ve listed my top 5 pressed powders that I’ve already tried and tested. *wink*


Β Top 5 pressed powders philippines

I believe that pressed powders are less toxic than foundations. It let’s your skin breathe while adding enough coverage to protect your face from the sun and its harmful rays. It’s as light as talc powders, and as heavy-duty as foundations.

Given my never ending love affair with pressed powders, I have my personal favorites and I also have those that I should never ever lay my hands again. For my personal favorites, here are my top 5 pressed powders:

Revlon PhotoReady Compact Powder5.) Revlon PhotoReady Compact Powder, P975

OMG. I love this! It’s like having Photoshop right in your hands! It’s very smooth, and very flawless. You might as well conquer your camera shy-ness with Revlon PhotoReady. It conceals blackheads, blemishes, and dark spots. It also even out skin tone.

It doesn’t last long on me, though. I have to use another base for this. But over-all, It’s good for touch-ups and it conceals perfectly.

Skin Food Agave cactus Sun Pact

4.) Skin Food Agave cactus Sun Pact 50 PA++

I hate how Skin Food here in Manila is so overpriced. I got this one as Β a gift from my Mom’s friend who went to Malaysia (Malaysia has Skin Food too. LOL). Anyway, I like how this natural pressed powder has 50 PA++ sunscreen to protect your face from the sun. And it doesn’t feel heavy. It’s also guilt-free because it’s made from natural ingredients. πŸ˜‰

Avon Smooth Minerals Pressed Powder

3. Avon Smooth Minerals Pressed Powder, P349

I’m a fan of mineral make-ups. And this mineral pressed powder from Avon is my go-to powder for whenever I’m on a budget. Like the previous powders I’ve listed, you may be assured that this also feels light. As we all know, mineral and organic make-ups are kind of expensive. So this Smooth Minerals Pressed Powder from Avon is Perfect for those who don’t want splurge and hurt their pocket.

Benefit Get Even Pressed Powder

2.) Benefit Get Even Pressed Powder.

Ooh. One of my favorites! *drools* I got this some time in 2010 as a High School graduation gift from my cousin (together with the cha-cha tint.) There’s no Benefit shop here in the Philippines at that time, so I really have to save this powder up to its last grain. *sigh* It’s really good. It’s so damn good that It will be one of the things I’ll buy with my first salary right after I’ve finished my current pressed powder.

This darling controls oil, even out skin tone, protects your skin from the harmful UV rays, conceals imperfections, and it last longer than expected. Be careful though, cheaper versions of this are available in the market. It’s fake!

 Etude House Precious Mineral BB Compact Bright Fit

1.) Etude House Precious Mineral BB Compact Bright Fit, P848

I’m not a fan of Korean brands except for a few products that I use now and then. Etude House, however, is a different story. I love the line and the princess theme of the store. Etude House Precious Mineral BB Compact is my current pressed powder. It combines the power of a BB cream with the lightness of a compact powder. All you need is a light dab an you’re good to go. It lasts up to 6-8 hours of coverage (this may differ. I’m always in an air-conditioned office whenever I use this.)

I first used this product on our college night because one of my friends own this. I did use it and fell in love with the design and the coverage. From that moment on, I swore I’ll buy one when I go to an Etude House branch.


So, there it is! my top 5 Pressed powders! For those who are in a budget however, I recommend buying from drugstore brands. Garnier and Maybelline’s pressed powders are good too.

Remember that all of the powders listed here are good for me, but it may not be good for you. Always use the trials first if it’s available, use it for a week or two and see if breakouts occur or if you’re satisfied with the product. πŸ˜‰

Want to know more about make-up? Here are some make-up tips and tricks.


Kimberly β™₯

Things That She Never Said

Things That She Never Said

I still have 17 pending articles due today, but it’s so early for my energy and brain to work so I guess I’ll write a literary post for y’all guys to warm the shit outta me.

I hope you’ll enjoy this, though. πŸ™‚


I’m on my way home and it’s raining really hard. I look at my watch and it’s 10:30 PM. I still have to work early tomorrow, and by the way it goes, I guess I’ll have less than 5 hours of sleep again tonight. I figured out that maybe this isn’t my best day, maybe this is my punishment from the heavens because I hate my mother. After all, “Honor thy mother and father” is the 6th commandment, right?

My mother used to sing when she was young. I remember listening to her and closing my eyes. God, she has a very beautiful voice. She used to sing with me in my pre-teen years. She used to be there when I join every singing contest in our town. She used to be lovely and lively and full of life.

I don’t know when, but it just stopped. She told me that I can’t sing all my life, that I need to find a job, that I should go to college, that I should never follow her steps because when she left everything to pursue her singing career, it led her nowhere and left by her husband who gave her nothing but problems and a baby girl.

Nothing but problems and a baby girl.

Problems and a baby girl.

A baby girl. That hurts.

All my life, I am bound by her rules. I should do this, I should learn that, blah blah blah. At first, I don’t mind the constant nagging, but after years of being my mother’s slave, it somehow get in my nerves. Why can’t I take Fine Arts? Why should I take Finance as my course? Why should I do this when what I really want is that?

Maybe she was right, she could have achieved her dreams. She could live the life she wanted to, if it wasn’t only because of my father… and me.

I finally made it home. I search right away for my mother. I want to move away from her as soon as possible now that I have a job and I’m living my life the way she wanted me to live it. She’s not here, though. She left a note by the refrigerator saying that she needs to be at my aunt Lily’s funeral.

I entered her room and roamed around it. it smells so much like her. Musk and citrus. I looked around and I see a little black book with the year 1996 printed in gold at the center. I opened it and I cried when I read the only two sentences on the very first page.

“My music stopped for me the day that my baby girl was born. But it’s my little girl who continued the music for me.”

I cried because of all the guilt and the pain. I cried because these two sentences slapped me and spit right on my face. All along I thought I was just her burden, the reason why she didn’t have her singing career, a wreck of a creature that my father left her with.

Never did I thought that I became her music.


Liked this? check out my other literary works! πŸ˜‰

Dreams and Those Chances That I Never Took

Flowers for Kimberly

photo for inspirational purposes only

I know that I still need to finish 24 articles within three days, but I just feel the urge to post this as soon as possible before the inspiration run dry.

As I was pondering about my life yesterday, it surprised me how afraid I was in my whole life. Seriously, I’m the type of person who I thought was brave enough to accept things as they are, because I believe that I can’t do anything about it anyway.

Boy, I was so wrong.

There’s a very fine line between the fear of the unknown and the guts to accept the unknown. I thought I’m living the latter, but yesterday, It downed on me that I am actually living the former. I’ve accepted things because I fear them, I don’t want to question anything because I’m scared of the answer and the rejection that comes with it. Yes, maybe I didn’t experience being rejected several times, but I didn’t experience the utter happiness brought by the satisfaction of being successful after several attempts. I didn’t learn through trial and error, that’s the truth. My actions are calculated, my decisions are planned, I’m doing intensive research before jumping into anything. Ask me to go sky diving and I’ll tell you that you need to go first. Ask me to apply for my dream job in my dream company and I’ll tell you I’ll think about it.

Did you ever have that feeling that something’s missing? Yeah, like that cliche movie lines. Or that you should have done something but didn’t do it. I feel it a lot. To put the right words, I feel stuck. And the weird thing about it is I don’t know why. See, I have a job, I’m not unemployed nor underemployed, I have a roof above my head, food and water on the table, and any basic need that a human could ever ask for. I have a lot of dogs at home, they are all pure-breed Labradors and they’re all fluffy and big and sweet, two of them are pregnant and soon enough, our home would be full of black and brown fluffy retarded dogs.

But still, there’s something missing.

I am a simple type of person, my dream is to go to the city and have a job, build a cozy brick house and call it a home, and probably have my own family whatsoever. Or maybe have my own coffee shop, travel to Paris and the rest of Europe, and feed my hobby which is writing and photography.

There are dreams that are impossible for me and God knows how afraid I am to risk something out of normal to achieve it. I let some of the biggest opportunities of my life to pass by. And maybe that’s the sole reason why I always idolize people who always break the norms to get what they want.

Anyway, I’m still learning, I’m only 20 years old. I still have my life ahead of me, and I am beyond happy to realize after 20 years of my existence that I should go after what I want no matter how much it takes.

Because sometimes, all we need is that one big leap.

And I wish you do too. πŸ™‚



After All Those Years

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After All Those Years

Hey flowers,

I know that I’ve promised you a lot of book reviews. I’m sorry I can’t do them right away because my personal camera is sadly stolen. See, I want most of my photos to be mine, especially if the book’s mine too. πŸ™‚

Instead though, I would like to feed your reader with these little fictions. β™₯



I am here again, in the town that I once swore I’ll never go back to.

I walked the once familiar streets: it were all painted yellow now and it made me sick, the elementary school is still there, blazing it’s arrogant school hymn. The town’s park still have its lovers and kids playing, I wonder if they dream of living in the city someday, I wonder if they’re itchy of getting out of this place too in order to live the quintessential dream. And I wonder if just like me, they will go back in here several years from now to escape the toxic city, if stepping in the very border of this town after all those years brings back the heartbreak, the memories, the rejection, the pain, the trauma, the glory and defeat of being a kid with big dreams but is a prisoner of this little, sick town.

I wonder if after all those years, they will cry too just like me at this very moment, because after all the hate I have of this town, it relieves me to be back right where I have started.

For all of the Judgmental Fuckers Out There

For all of the Judgmental Fuckers Out There

Hello there, this one post is for you. πŸ™‚

Do not let your eyes and the rumors deceive you, we all have our story, we all have that one mistake that we wish we never did, but are still thankful because we did it. I can’t compel you to like me nor to stop that whining inside your head. Do what you want to do, as you please. But always remember that If I’m not perfect, you aren’t either.

First, you will never understand me, because you will never understand my pain. You will never understand how it’s like to grow up in my shoes, and how I have been waiting all my life for someone whose surname I didn’t want to carry anymore. You will never understand how it’s like to be alone at night as you hear zillion voices in your head, and you will never understand how to listen to their screams and cry because you realized that you can’t do anything for it to stop and you have to be brave enough not to get your father’s gun.

Secondly, you will never understand me because you will never understand my little joys. You will never understand how it’s like to get drunk at midnight and find yourself sleeping inside an abandoned car with your friends and wait for the sunrise. You will never understand the late night talks and smokes, and how it all takes me off the edge. You will never understand my yearning to meet interesting people and ask them about their art, their tattoos, what their favorite book is, and the euphoria of simply going against the grain. You will never understand me and the people around me because we are real. They might have inks imprinted on their body but I assure you that they are real, at least, more real than you. And I will never give them up for your acceptance.

Lastly, you will never understand me because I am happy on my own. I am living my life the way I have always wanted to live it. And 45 years from now, when all we are are gray hairs, wrinkles, and arthritis, I will gather all my grandchildren by the bonfire on the beach and tell them all of my real adventures.

And someday, if the artists of the next generation will paint our lives, yours will be composed of dots, lines, curves and swirls in a wide, white piece of paper. While mine will never be painted. Because all the artist will go mad when they see how colorful and alive my life is.

Happy Anniversary, Flowers for Kimberly. :)

Happy Anniversary, Flowers for Kimberly. :)

I know it’s a week late. And maybe, this post is a little out of date. But I just want to thank everybody, from all of my awesome followers and readers, down to the people who liked the posts and take time to comment their inner musings. You are the sole reason why this blog keeps on moving.

Thank you for the 2k+ views, and I’m-not-sure-how-many followers. Though the digits of my stats and followers are fewer compared to the monsters of the blogging world, no one can estimate how grateful I am to every single one of you. Thank you very much.

Thank you for sticking with FFK through thick and thin. And I hope that despite my shortcomings and mood swings in writing, you’ll still support the blog in the years to come.

Once again, thank you people. πŸ™‚

Here’s to another year!


Back to the Basics

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Hello there, cautious little wolves (Lol, I don’t even know where I got this “little wolves” part. )

Here’s a fashion post, anyone?

I’ve been thinking of what to wear for a night coffee with friends last Wednesday, and I came up with Basic and vintage finds in my closet, something comfy and a little old for a change. Well, I never liked those miniskirts. Sometimes IΒ loveΒ them but, whatever.

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We never make it to the coffee shop, it was all wrong! While waiting for my friend, I dared to go inside this restaurant that looks a lot like coffee shop and tea house, but it was actually a restaurant serving Asian Cuisine. And I can’t swallow my pride enough to go out without buying something.

The food is good though, except the chili pita bread that I ordered. Haha!

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Anyway, for the outfit part, I bought some basic clothing like spaghetti straps, plain tees and shorts, so I don’t have to worry what to wear. See, people never really notice the basics no matter how often you wear them.

And my Mom owns this crazy, baggy slacks that dates back to the 80’s

The shoes are from Beyond Vintage Fashion. I considered wearing Oxfords but I think that baggy slacks like these are ought to be paired with something high.

I didn’t wear any accessories, only the gold necklace and the tassel earrings which is not that visible in the photos.

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Spaghetti Straps – Baleno

Slacks – Mom’s

Shoes – Beyond Vintage Fashion (

Necklace – Avon

Tassel Earrings and belt – Genevieve Gozum

Don’t forget to hype this on Lookbook!

A big thanks! πŸ™‚


Kimberly β™₯