Whatever happened to Lucy (in the sky with diamonds)?

Everything that you go through in life is just a phase. 

The most crucial thing in the phases of life is timing. Getting bruises when your were eight years old, first crush at 12, first kiss at 16, first hangover at 18, first menthol drag (as endorsed by America's favorite cowboy) at 20, knocked up/get hitched at 26, hypocritically sing-song the familiar "when I was your age..." at 36, retire at 47, first grand kid at 50, and so on until you die at 92 (or over). Everything is always set by the tide of life. 

So if sobriety is an unknown terminology at the age of 26, then I guess you're still doing okay. It's a compulsory fact that everyone has to fall once or twice in this lifetime.

Whatever foolishness you've done is not even half of what I got myself into when I was your age. Fool around, take advantage of your mortality, I will let you be. But NEVER ever forget where you came from, because whenever you fall, I will always hoist you. Whatever happens to you in life, make it a lesson to be passed unto your children, not to scare them or to avoid them from treading the same path, but to make them realize that life is NEVER cruel, and that it's always our doing whenever the darkness consumes our sanity. 

Like I said,  We are our own salvation.

So Lucy, if you can hear me, when the diamonds in your sky has stopped waltzing, I will always be right behind you because stars do not need to waltz for us to enjoy a lifetime of stargazing.

like the stars

What's the one word you hate the most?

You might have read from my past entry that my favorite word of all time is "sparkle". I was being serious. I don't know why but there's an ounce of relief whenever I say it. Sparkle. Like the cheap soda or a seemingly familiar lyrics from one of Mariah Carey's songs. Sparkle, like the stars. That's it. Precisely like the stars.

On the other hand, the one word I dread the most is leukemia. Every facet of it! A loved one died of it a few years back and it's like suddenly, the whole dictionary was all about the disease. My aunt was 42. Two years of therapy, a few months of temporary relief, then, a relapse. She was so young, perky and selfless. I had to sleep with her at the hospital every weekend on my last year in high school, she looked stronger than she felt, seemed as if she wasn't afraid to die at all! That's wrong. Nobody, especially at her age, should be NOT afraid of dying. It's probably been about 4 years since she passed away. Sometimes, I forget that she's gone.

I've known a significant number of people battling leukemia, young, old, it's all the same, death and pain is postponable... but inevitable.

Yes, leukemia (or the mere mortality of the terminal human body) scares the big shit outta me, but I guess it takes ending our mortality for us to become Immortal.

Sparkle. Like the stars, where my aunt and grandfather are. Illuminating, guiding, immortal.

♫ No matter how far the view, I still always look up to you... ♫

The truth behind pleasing everybody...

... is that you can NEVER (in a billion years) please them at all! Humans have always had that basic tinge in their DNA to pull others down. I mean, if you can't beat them in an argument, might as well correct their grammar, right? The primal need to win has been in our system even at the very moment of conception because, you know, we're technically the glorious champions in the race for our mom's gametes. 

They say, life is a huge rat race and it's always up to the intensity of our cheats that'll pull us through, but for me, I guess I'll pass on the cheating and pleasing. Save myself from potential strain. If life truly is a race (of I don't know where to) then I guess I'll just have to enjoy the view, stop thinking about the finish line, take as many breather breaks as I can and finish the whole thing like the winner that I know I am. Life may be a race but it's not about losing or winning, it's about falling and rising again, sprinting and walking, breathing and gasping. Perhaps the only opponent we have here is time, so stop pleasing everybody, the more you do, the lesser time gets. 

So, I digress. The truth behind pleasing everybody is a lie. Yes, you can't please everybody, but if you insist, then at least please everybody who matters.

Those who matter don't mind and those who mind don't matter. ~ Dr. Seuss 

ALG

I literally do not know how he does it.

Swallowing every inch of his pride, apologizing for nothing in particular. Dancing like a bull fight clown during my mood swing intervals. He is literally my comfort. Not that I can't imagine living life without him, in fact, I think I can but because I chose him, I choose not to live without him. Everyday has been unique this past 5 years. Unique pet names, unique alter-ego names, and yes, unique petty fights.

He's my best friend, yes he is.

And I think, after my Mom, Dad and our pet cat, he scares me (the most). He scares me because I might not be able to level the sacrifices, inspirations, and the love that he has mustered for my taking in this relationship. His selflessness is close to sainthood.

I am not that strong. But if in time, placid turns to eery and chaos, I will be... for him... for me.

Swoon and Sigh

I wish you'd hold me when I turn my back...

The subject of "love" has always been dubbed trivial. I think the theme of love in movies stopped being "finger-tingling" after Tuck Everlasting (though I secretly swooned on The Adjustment Bureau). All those predictable lines drastically make the whole theme of being in love very... trivial!

Just last week, my boyfriend and I watched Breaking Dawn (or the installment where Bella was disgustingly skinnier than that guy on Stephen King's "Thinner"). *Warning: Serious rants ahead* You cannot imagine the intensity of my eye rolls during the whole flick, I mean, if the movie was about 4-hours long, I'd probably be cross-eyed right now! Every.Line.Was.Predictably.Unoriginal!!! All the "I cannot live without you" shit made me want to barf my intestines out! Geez! How can he not live without her when in fact HE'S BEEN IMMORTAL FOR 100-SOMETHING YEARS! Fvcking stupid! God! Phineas and Ferb had more original themes than the whole Saga!

But really, my point here is "love being trivial", common, copied. At least in movies...

And thus, here, I will be listing my favorite Romance movies of all times (excluding those mentioned earlier EXCEPT Breaking Eclipse whatever!). Originality, swoons and sighs, the whole shebang! 

1. Casablanca will always be number 1. Though it featured a tad bit of oblivious adultery but still, it spoke of love being selfless and coincidental.
2. The Sound of Music was just perfect! "Somewhere in my miserable childhood and youth, I must have done something good..." Seeing the film at the age of 4, Christopher Plummer (Capt. Von Trapp) was practically my very first crush. Made me want to be a nun back then... and I do not know why.
3. My Best Friend's Wedding. Talk about unrequited (more like, delusional) love. 
4. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind was OH.MY... what was I talking about again? Literally heart-wrenching... than...
5. The Notebook, of course... because I too am a girl!
6. Moulin Rouge is also worth the acknowledgement. Heck, even...
7. Phantom of the Opera. And I'd definitely go for the phantom!
8. Leap Year was rather infatuation-esque but still.
9. I've been a fan of Studio Ghibli since 2 months ago and I have to say, Howl's Moving Castle was eccentrically romantic.
10. Love Actually, though not generally my type, had a sub-theme on language barrier-ed attraction (Collin Firth and the cottage/house keeper), it was perhaps the only parts of the film that I genuinely liked.
11. Troy (Briseis and Achilles), because you know what they say, the more you hate the more you love.
12. A few Asian films are also worth noting... I had 3 in mind but I can only remember the one where this recently dumped girl met a carpenter/construction worker, eventually fell in love, married, and then it turned out that the girl had a long-term memory problem, ended up pissing on her shorts, and calling her husband by her ex-boyfriend's name... That one! The other two are (nope, NOT My Sassy Girl or Windstruck) set in ancient China.
13. I had to watch The Fountain at least twice to finally realize that unrequited love is better than love in death. 

If you were wondering why I did not place Pretty Woman or the Seven Year Itch here, it's probably because I've yet to see them.  And yes! Though Gone With The Wind would have been a very notable addition to my list (I've seen it, yes!), I did not quite had the hang of the whole story. I'd definitely watch it again soon... especially now that I have all the time in the world... yes, that's exactly how long the movie is.

Have to go! Enhanted is on Disney Channel!