Me, again

Choose your battles wisely. Today I choose to wear black in solidarity with the people who remember this day as a day in Philippine History Infamy when Martial Law was declared as Presidential Proclamation No. 1081. I don’t need to elaborate our collective consciousness any further because if you’re still breathing, then you know. NO to the Marcoses who wrecked this country, robbed it of hope and continue to rob it and wreck it mindlessly! Just like genius, idiocy has no limits. At least genius would know how to maintain good composure. So I say vive la différence! Between them and me, let's see who has more mileage. People of the Philippines, if you don’t know where you stand, know the difference between right and wrong or light from dark and choose to be in the dark rather than embrace the light in front of all of us, then anything goes for you. If at this point in time and it’s been 51 years of trickle-down hell, you don’t even care to think about what’s good for you, then no

Whenever I feel afraid, I hold my head erect  And whistle a happy tune so no one will suspect I'm afraid.  While shivering in my shoes, I try to tell each toe  To whistle a happy tune and no one ever knows I'm afraid.  The result of this deception is very strange to tell,  For when I fool the people I fear, I fool myself as well.  I whistle a happy tune, and every single time,  The happiness in the tune convinces me that I'm not afraid.  Make believe you're brave, that's the trick to take you far,  You may be as brave as you make believe you are You may be as brave as you make believe you are. The result of this deception is very strange to tell,  For when I fool the people I fear, I fool myself as well.  I whistle a happy tune, and every single time,  The happiness in the tune convinces me that I'm not afraid.  Make believe you're brave, that's the trick to take you far,  You may as brave as you make believe you are You may be as brav

  Mommy Where do I begin? How do I tell the story of a woman who was a dutiful mother to five, devoted wife to one, cocksure  boss to all? How do I pay tribute to mommy who gave so much in life, be so many things to so many  people yet received such meagerness in return? It won't be easy, that's for sure. I loved her with with all my heart but just like with daddy, there was this gnawing gap underneath all the outward closeness...and we were very close, maybe a little too much. My parents were affectionate parents as much as they could have been, given their own dump in love. I hate to use the word accomodating because although they most likely were, people can take this for naïveté and when she was alive, people most certainly did, including her eldest and only sister Doctor Estrella and his oldest brother Doctor Manuel de Leon. She was the only lawyer among her siblings even if she was the most maligned and as a lawyer ironically couldn’t defend herself from them. She was th

“I’m not a Barbie girl, Not in a Barbie World I’m not Plastic, But I’m fantastic! You can’t brush my hair, Undress me, that’s not fair! Imagination… That is my creation!” By reverse-engineering the first few lines of the popular 1997 Aqua Song Barbie Girl, I managed to get to the crux of the movie or even the heart of the Mattel, which I wasn’t eager to see in the theater in the first place but got to see today on my ‘puter. I loved it especially Ken who can be my boyfriend any given day as I’ve never had a Ken in real life, let alone a Barbie growing up. How’s that for a better “ken” of me? No, I’m not one to give a review of the movie because if I considered watching the blockbuster hit without having favourable expectations from it, then that’s appreciation in itself. All I can truly say is all the characters were casted well and the accompanying soundtrack was fabulous! Never mind that it was inventively directed by a woman director named Greta Gerwig (first female billion-dolla

Till then, I'll never smile again.  

  I'm feeling murderous tonight!