And the song of the day is...

Stolen
Dashboard Confessional


We watch the season pull up its own stage,
And catch the last weekend of the last week
Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced
Another sun soaked season fades away

You have stolen my heart
You have stolen my heart

Invitation only grant farewells
Crash the best one of the best ones
Clear liquor and cloudy eyed
Too early to say goodnight

You have stolen my heart
You have stolen my heart

And from the ballroom floor, we are in celebration
One good stretch before our hibernation
Our dreams assured and we all will sleep well
Sleep well, sleep well, sleep well, sleep well

You have stolen, you have stolen,
You have stolen my heart

I watch you spin around your highest heels
You are the best one of the best ones
And we all look like we feel

You have stolen my, you have stolen my
You have stolen my heart

At 22, I Believe

1. In God, in Jess, although sometimes I tend to doubt him when I am in pain.
2. That the main purpose of rain is to quench the thirst of tiny plants and the dry earth. To bring about the suspension of classes, is only secondary.
3. That Christmas is the best holiday.
4. That every child should own a box of Crayola crayons.
5. In fairies. And fairy tales--not necessarily in them coming true, but at least in the comforting thought that things will turn out okay in the end, and we'll all live happily ever after.
6. That cows are adorable creatures.
7. Ice cream should not be eaten alone.
8. That pink is such a pretty color.
9. That every girl should never go out without a little blush, mascara, and some lip color. But she should always believe that she is pretty even without make-up.
10. That instead of staging people power revolutions, Filipinos should instead invest their time and effort in finding a solution to our problems. Stop blaming every little problem to the whoever is President. Remember, the President is as human as we all are, and he or she should not be blamed for natural calamities, global warming, pollution, and the celebrity break-ups.
11. Sundays are for family.
12. That love is a movement. "I know you are there for me because my love is moving towards you."
13. That children are our future. (Teach them well and let them lead the way)
14. I am a Queen.
15. Most Chinese boys are selfish. And they don't have the balls to fight for what they want. In other words, they're idiots and assholes.
16. Every woman must own a pair of lusty, red shoes.
17. In Santa Claus.
18. Fridays are perfect days to fall in love--and so are rainy days.
19. That love does not require seeing each other everyday. Absence still makes the heart grow fonder.
20. That there is no such thing as confusion--just moments of extreme stupidity.
21. That 80's music is timelessly funky.
22. That God is in most people we meet. Sometimes, He is in the moment.

What Birthday?

"Switchfoot - Let That Be Enough"

I wish I had what I needed
To be on my own
'Cause I feel so defeated
And I'm feeling alone

And it all seems so helpless
And I have no plans
I'm a plane in the sunset
With nowhere to land

And all I see
It could never make me happy
And all my sand castles
Spend their time collapsing

Let me know that You hear me
Let me know Your touch
Let me know that You love me
And let that be enough

It's my birthday tomorrow
No one here could know
I was born this Thursday
22 years ago

And I feel stuck
Watching history repeating
Yeah, who am I?
Just a kid who knows he's needy

Let me know that You hear me
Let me know Your touch
Let me know that You love me
And let that be enough

*how strange that this is exactly how i feel. and well, I was indeed born this Thursday, 22 years ago.

We All Live

in a yellow submarine. we do.

see the fish float by.

*sigh*

if x=y, i hope i never x. or i hope i never y, even if x.

Paco and Lia

To my audience (if there are any), I would like you to meet, my nephew, Pablo Joaquin. 4.8 lbs of pure boy-ness. He'd still look like a boy if you dressed him up in pink clothes (which again, I am telling my sister, is perfectly fine, TOUGH GUYS WEAR PINK, right?) . He is terribly tiny. So he gets to be called Tiny Person and not Little Person #2, after his big sister Lia. Even his cries are so tiny they sound like puppy whimpers.

Lia is still terribly jealous of her baby brother. But we're pretty sure (hoping) that it will just be a phase.

Last night while i was putting on Paco's mittens, Lia stood beside the crib and reached for my hand. Then she screamed at me and wouldn't let go of my hand. Obviously, her statement was, "Don't touch the baby, Tita, you're mine!" Think Rugrats the Movie.

Jealous little baby princess. I keep assuring her though that she will always be tita's favorite baby princess. And because she is, here is a picture of the baby princess, being princess-y while napping. She's so big now and even spunkier. I knew she had spunk the first time I saw her, but well, she's got more spunk than I thought one baby girl could ever have. And she is such a pixie. Lia the Big Little Pixie Person. I wonder how Paco would turn out to be. Hmmmm...

Little Brother

It's May! It drizzled today. Is a 5 minute drizzle considered rain? Will this afternoon's drizzle be the first rain of May? I sure hope not. I'm still wishing that the first rain of May(which is considered to be lucky) will fall on the 10th.

I'm sleepy as a sloth.

Tomorrow, Lia will be a big sister to a baby boy. Tomorrow, I will be Tita Mika to Lia and Paco. Oh joy. :)

Anyway, back to working on my baby project for the sisters. It actually makes me feel terribly happy to work on this project. At least in cyberspace, my sisters are never too far--never too out of touch.

Will post pictures of Paco as soon as he gets roomed in. :)

Lia Hugs

This afternoon, Ate asked me to sleep beside Lia who was taking her afternoon nap on our makeshift daybed. We've slept for a good one whole hour when Lia cried for milk. After I gave her a bottle, she turned and went back to sleep. She placed her arms around my neck and fell asleep hugging me.

As I looked at her tiny face and smelled her milky breath, I felt the great urge to pray. So I did. "God, I would like to stay in this moment forever. Please give me a thousand and one more of these feelings I am feeling right now. Please teach me to be the person that Lia would like to hug and feel safe with. Please never let this end."

Ick

She was right, it is repulsive. Ick.

Mom left for Singapore today. Marga and Kristel had merienda here. Chuva.

It's Raining Moon and She's Jealous of It

First, a random poem:

Like songs played
on invisible strings

whispered love
to hopeless souls

when one turns
away from the light

it's raining moon.

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On other things, I wanted to tell you something, but there's no easy way to do it, so here, I'll give you lyrics instead, but things are so different now and I bet a million bucks you won't even listen to anything I say. I'm only watching out for you, dear. I will still save and protect you from anything and everything, but please don't hurt yourself. Sigh.

Jealous of the Moon
Nickel Creek

Tryin' on a brand new dress
But you haven't worn the old one yet
You've come too far
To turn around now

You've given up the good fight
You're as strong as anyone
You're back where you started from
I see you're back where you started from

Starin' down the stars
Jealous of the moon
You wish you could fly
Just being where you are
There's nothin' you can do
If you're too scared to try

Drag your pretty head around
Swearin' you're gonna drown
With a beautiful sigh
And a river of lies

Starin' down the stars
Jealous of the moon
You wish you could fly
Just stayin' where you are
There's nothin' you can do
If you're too scared to try

Why don't you call me,
I could save you
Together we'll find a God we can pray to
That'll take you by the hand

I hate to see a friend of mine
Laughing out loud
When she's crying inside
But you've got your pride

Starin' down the stars
Jealous of the moon
You wish you could fly
But you're stayin' where you are
There's nothin' you can do
If you're too scared to try

You're starin' down the stars
Stay where you are
You're jealous of the moon
But there's nothing you can do
If you're too scared to try

15 Years of Pink Love

Marga and Krisann went to Lia's birthday party last Sunday. As I was uploading the pictures, I couldn't help but feel terribly nostalgic when I saw this one. We've been friends for 15 years.

Marga, Krisann and I met way back in Grade 1 (St. Aldegundis! hahaha) and we've been friends ever since.

We've seen each other go through so much--believing in innocent truths, the awkward changes of adolescence, the unforgettable joys and pains of high school, the stress and fun of college, finding love on one way streets, finding true love, first kisses and getting to know the real world for the first time.

I once unearthed an ancient autograph book from 3rd grade and saw Marga and Krisann's pages. We couldn't stop laughing when I showed it to them. From Marga's very touching and innocent wish of "I wish that the ozone layer will not have holes" to Krisann's favorite gumamela flower, we concluded that we have terribly changed so much (a little bitter, a lot older, a lot more complicated) but it's definitely a good thing that our friendship has remained the same.

Sure there has been a lot of petty quabbles in between, and there were surely some serious feuds too, but if we all show up wearing pink without talking about it, then that could only mean one thing--we'll find always find a way back to each other.

Love, I was taught, is a movement. And it is. Because no matter how far I've strayed, I always find myself with my friends, wearing pink and knowing that I can never be happier than this.

I did not mean for this entry to be this cheesy, but what can I do, I tend to be terribly emo when it comes to my favorite girls. Much love, dearies. :) Much love.

I remember you when the rain plunges down to earth
like tiny parachutes
or when it crashes down
like cold tiny fists on the roof.

I remember you when the rain screams
on rooftops,
or when it whispers life
to dry earth.

I remember you when
I'm waiting for rain
or when it

Stops.


I remember you, in fact,
even when there's no rain at all

Lazy Sunday

Lia will have a birthday party in a few hours. Yey for fast food. Good luck Mika. If Her Ninang Saj won't be able to make it. And well, she isn't even replying anymore. Krisann will bring James (ugh!) later. I sure hope Marga keeps her word and save me. Marga is my only hope (insert "Only Hope" here).

My mom will be leaving for Singapore on Wednesday. Mommy Aggie will be leaving on Friday. sigh.

Oh, wait, hafta cut this short. Food calls.