spare me a can of spinach

My hormones know quite well how to make my hands clammy and my hair clingy at the right moment when I certainly need all the courage on my face. Tomorrow's "the" night for me and I wish my self confidence like the one I have when I rehearse in front of the mirror or when I’m in the bathroom, where my echo couldn’t harm nobody’s ear.

balloons

at the strike of 12: midnight kisses, chips and dips, fireworks!, inbox full, battery low, incoming messages squeezing in, family complete attendance (hmm..), friends, barbeque, pancit, a gallon of mango flavored ice cream, the undying birthday hymn, i love yous, i miss yous, thank yous, guitars, music, movies, popcorn and cokes, home, coffee, goodnights.
simple. happy. complete. great. flying. 20.

Imelda's Shoes and Starwars III

Somewhere in 2nd floor Ali Mall, is Cinema1 with the "now showing" perimeter lights propping Starwars III. For the second time, I allowed myself to muse by Imelda's Shoe Exhibit fronting the movie theater, before watching the film. This time I was with my mom and I smiled at myself for being fairly right. Knowing her enough, I guessed she'd enjoy the mini shoe exhibit, just like any women - lusting for an elegant pair of those shoes. About 30 pairs, if I approximated right, were displayed in those glass shelves -different signature brands, different styles and colors - every woman's envy, not even half of the entire collection my dear.

Hence to Starwars...
In my POV, in entirety (not only III but the whole series) the movie is about politics and with it "wars", the lust for power and absoluteness. It is about corruption. The whole story circled around the transforming character of Anakin - the child, the lover, the young Jedi, the "supposed" chosen One, the apprentice, the Sith, the father.

Politics...
Corruption...
Such force.

How polluted my mind is.

20

Life has been both a bloating carnage and spilled perfume. I have experienced brutal crashes with reality and fortunate bumps with fate (excuse me for not mentioning specifics; this journal is anything but private).
As the earth revolve for its 20th time since it welcomed me to its soil, realizations occur to me. My life was a beautiful catastrophe. It's not perfect yes, but now I'm starting to appreciate it better and that's what's important. If I used to curse creation, ache for redemption, fear revelations and live pretentions, now I choose to believe there's always a light at the end of the tunnel (as cliche as it would suggest) and approach crisis more maturely and positively.
Whenever I'd see people passing the sidewalks from my window, I'd wonder the life they lead, the dreams they work for and the laughs they had- all things that make life beautiful. To mourn over tragedies so much so to end up depressed and to whine about a rotting system or belief would just make life worse as it is. Why should you live in misery when that's what cuts your neck? Although it is okay for tears to fall from a pierced heart, it is terrible to leave nothing to drain, for human physiology's sake.
The bottom-line is, we're not getting any younger and all the sephia pictures will always be there to remind us of the past so all you can do is live for the moment, love yourself, learn and speed as long as your cells can keep up.

my first word was "mama"

From the fetus you carried for 9 months, the baby who sucked your breasts every 30 minutes for the first year her life, the irresponsible sweeper of your wallet contents, the official "pee" person on your bedsheets, and the person on the other side of the umbilical cord, Happy Mother's Day.

+Sugar hiccup+

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This is what's been moving me for the past three months. For all it's worth, it's really one hell of an experience and at that, we're not even starting yet. I hope you share the music with me.