Dreamin' and snappin' out of it (like a natural Pro)

... but can't cuz
..  you won't
... and (actually) never did.






*can pass for Loveblender, is it? :)



you love someone, and it's not mutual.  but the moment feeling tells you he does, i mean, loves you like you do.  love ruins your sense of sight.  love destroys your sense of reason.  and for all the things he did that he shouldn't have.  and for all those things he should have done but didn't.  posts deleted.  posts shouted.  status updates.  Christmas photos liked.  his complete abandonment of you during times you  needed him most.  of posers and stalkers who called you names to your friends and your own daughter.  hell breaks loose.    it was a circus and you were made a clown.  yet, you chose to believe yourself, and trust your feelings.

yet spells get broken, too.  in as much as you want it keep it, the way you believed it.  reality sets in eventually.and no matter how hard you try to unbreak it ... funny how, you couldn't bring yourself to believe it anymore. you know, that moment feeling. :)

you have come to accept, not when you were younger,  not in mid life.  not when you're older.  and that there was no past life, no next life either.  not in a million years.  no love found.

No Love Lost.






***  that figures, yung umiiyak ka habang nagpa Farmville lol

My Headbang Brood

my early (younger) days in Metropolitan Manila, in my early 20s.  I come home to Meycauayan at Julian Eymard, and meet up with my cousins.  I don't join their drinking but I was part of the rowdy crew.

si chamberluk at chamberlain lol ...mga pinsan kong rockers, they got me into  Bon Jovi, Aerosmith, Harem Scarem and Guns N' Roses.

we used to sing this together.  needless to say, we love this piece.  over the years, i came across a few covers, these three i loved (the original included) the most.  the jazz version of course, my fave of all faves. Check 'em out.

ang angas ng original



coo ... Babyface



me and my love for jazz  ...  Randy Crawford --- syempre this one's my favorite

Blood thickens ... my rockstar lineage.  It's in the genes pare!   

Missing my cousins BIG BIG time (those days we thought we were invincible)

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Postcript

You got busted.  I got dumped.  knock knock ... WTF happened to heaven?

Robingale

I grew up in his humor. Which I liked..  From Mork and Mindy days on TV to the big screen oh they were so many, Dead Poets Society, Birdcage, Patch Adams, Awakenings, What Dreams May Come, Mrs. Doubtfire,  Jack, Good Will Hunting,   Bicentennial Man,  Artificial Intelligence,  Jakob The Liar,  One Hour Photo,  Night at The Museum, Old Dogs, Hook, Flubber, Aladdin, Jumanji, Robots.  Grade school pa lang pinapanood ko na sya.  He made us laughed, me, mama and lola.  Years after, I introduced my own daughter to him via Patch Adams.  Very recently, Sophie and I watched together on cable, re-run of Bicentennial Man. So what can I say that's a good span of some 35 years or more.    Robin Williams is BIG to me.  That BIG.  BIG BIG.  It feels like a  generation is passing and approaching closure.  I dread this by the day.  People of my time ... just like sands in my hands.

How I wished he didn't have to leave us that way.  But who am I to judge.  Everyone else is a stranger. Even our closest kith or kin.  Our own selves even.  I would like to marvel on the laughter he brought me as a young child, how he touched me with his sincerity in more serious, complex roles as an artist in my adult years, and "reading" about his kindness, and sweetness and generosity as a private individual.   Snippets of my personal tribute to him in my Facebook, i wrote, One day you will be a memory, let it be a good one. Like a Robin (Williams).   That's how I want to remember him, the middle parts, not the ending.

Go in peace our sweet and beautiful Robin.  Thank you for sharing your life with us.




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A Post Mortem


Much have been said about depression and suicide.  There were one too many postings in Facebook alone on how magnanimous and miniscule, real and surreal,  depression and suicide is, like carrot and stick.  As I write this, I feel that it is my responsibility to clear the air, in my own little way.  I don't offer a solution, but an after thought.

That kind of depression is a medical condition, thus, it needs medical attention, a qualified medical attention that is.  Sadness is not depression.  Nor too much sorrow.   You make a river out of your tears, create monsters in your heads, chase your own ghosts, get angry with God, get human.  They do not equate haphazardly to a depression that can lead to suicide.    You are not to say what is depression or not, unless you are a doctor, a psychiatrist at that.

Many times we either under estimate or over think about this matter.  Given the gray areas and the thin line, let it be that we base our judgment on qualified information, not emotions;  on facts, not poetry.

It is irresponsible for many of us to cast judgment on people who've attempted and successfully taken their own lives when we have not clearly understood the be-all and end-all of what they went/going through, emotionally, mentally and physically.

It is dangerous to families who may have loved ones suffering from this illness called depression, and the advice shouted out in a social network as viral as Facebook, is God.   I will not go there, that far and drag spirituality on this issue.

Our loved ones and friends who are SICK with manic depression, bipolar disorder, schizophrenia, what have you, there is genetics involved, there is chemical imbalance, they are SICK, they need proper management  --- psychotherapy and medication.  Only after we fully understood this condition and its consequences based on qualified information, (not emotions);  on facts, (not poetry), then we are able to make informed decisions without prejudice and bigotry.  This is the supplication we bring to God's attention.

Lastly, to those who are "well", let us show some dignity by showing some respect to those who suffered from depression, and to those who took their own lives as a result of it.

My piece/peace.

Finding her niche

The middle class syndrome.  The lack of enterprising spirit. A full embrace of employment.  Brain drains.  Pension money.  Retirement uncertainties.  I was raised in that generation.  The height of comfort zones.  

My time is modern day parenting.  There is technology, system and best practices, re-engineering,  more openness, more independence, less of spoon feeding, but none of those sugar coated spoons.  I am not a tiger mom but I practice tough love.

My moral authority kinda falls short in areas of fiscal management J. I was born extravagant, and I actually sincerely plan to die fashionably with it.  I’m a bad example with money but my gifts are different, my skill sets, too.  God perfectly knows how to temper my shortcomings. I yield.

And just may be what she lacks in some other things (from a parent's point of view), this may be her place under the sun, where she commensurates or may be reach much greater heights.

This mom proudly shares the fruit of her daughter's labor. Sophie’sown bank account from her online gig, Sophie Enchanted. 

WATCH OUT SOON:  Some make-up brands from the US ;-) ... Mom's actually trying on her first box by September 11, of primers and glitters.

jusz gettin a lil obsessed with my brows.  splurgin' on colors, highlights, mascara and visits to  upscale brow bar.  This base will somehow help set the drama ;)

about 2 decades ago, i thought Mac had that tiny pink mascara you can actually use to accentuate the tippest of your lashes.  i was desperate in Rustan's, and it was frustrating.  Panyong and I we were trying to date (LOL trying to date haha), and so I wanted to show off.  I settled for a fiercely red Mac lippy instead.  oh well Panyong and I went pfffttt  ... and I still insist to get something purple and shimmering right at the edge of my lashes.