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Diet Another Day

I’m not a healthy person, that’s pretty obvious. Vegetables are my mortal enemies; I eat veggies when I just feel like it. I better sing Journey’s Open Arms than stuff my mouth with anything that belongs to the “Glow” food. I like lettuce coleslaw, malunggay and broccoli, and so on, though. My mom’s post-stroke case has led her to watch her diet with the copiousness of, eww, gulay. Everybody listen now! ( Read more… )

Stethoscope World

I am an ammidyphobic, meaning I have a great fear of losing a loved one over death. Against death, my pretentiously strong, over-the-surface happy-go-lucky personality is threatened. Against death, I am left with no control. To put it simply, I hate hospital beds, my mother or father lying helplessly on these beds, my emotionally frail self leaning over these beds and all the shit that look like a sad snippet of Grey’s Anatomy. Assuming I even watch things like Grey’s Anatomy.

It takes some courage to watch your loved one lying helplessly in an infirmary. Two years ago, my father was hospitalized due to panic attack. Caused rather psychologically, he had a hard time to breathe till he was rushed to the ICU. An ICU is like a danger zone, and that’s not a place I wanted to see my father when I couldn’t do anything. I just had to watch him inhale oxygen via tank and cables, and greatly trying to not cry. The old man was holding on to me for strength, and the neurologist suggested that I weather a better setting to channel away any further ~negative thinking. I had no choice but to appear very positive even if deep in me, I controlled every pinch of my softness. If I was good in anything, it’s holding back my eye’s tear ducts.

Now my dad is good and well, and yet I hadn’t anticipated worse things to come.

( Unbelievably long and my most emotionally blog post ever… )

“You think that’s hard? I watched this friggin’ tearjerker movie, that’s hard!”

Just arrived from Joji Matsuoka’s emotionally tiring two-hour twenty-two-minute TOKYO TOWER: Mom and Me, and Sometimes Dad at Eiga Sai in Shangri-la Plaza. One: I was supposed to strongly relate with Boku such that I  had expected myself to bawl (judging from the trailer). Two: Amid the powerful grip of tear guts, I sufficiently had my heart crushed I couldn’t donate it anymore. ( Read more… )

What’s Wrong with the World, Mummy?

I actually am not familiar with Mother’s Day day, I mean it happens in May but never I do think that Claudine, Jodi and Carmina on television is a mere coincidence. I love my mom, I know she can be quite [insert another blog entry rant here] but I love her. I’ll kill for her.

I know you love your moms too, at least I ponder that you have no grave complications yet. I have a blockmate who SMSed me once to update, “Patay na nanay ko. Haha.” Of course, there’s nothing funny about that. I admire this girl for all you care; who can beam after such tragedy?

With this, I researched the Best and Worst Moms and stumbled in a 2007 Time online article. You might want to read it. And for my favorite “media moms,” I’ll type two words on why I chose them respectively…

Beautiful. Rich. LILY VAN DER WOODSEN of Gossip Girl.

Manipulative. Bitch. CECE RHODES of Gossip Girl.

Double. Personality. NIKI SANDERS of Heroes.

Tall. Hair. MARGIE SIMPSON of The Simpsons.

Supportive. Amusing. BRAGNAE of Tristan and Isolde. ( Read more… )