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.