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To the 1-year old little marshmallow. When you were born your mommy's siblings laughed when they saw you for the first time. Not the pretty girl they're expecting to see. Be more particular? You were fucking dark. But that's okay. I think you're just adorable and not everyone understands that.

To the three-year old sea-urchined hair who likes taking a bath at the street canal. You were lost until someone called you out and freaked her out like she was about to rip her scalp off seeing you bathing in dark mud. Oh I knew you were a fan of swimming. I won't tell you how many times you were bathed it's just too embarrassing. Seven.

You have been a superstar in kindergarten singing Tootsie Guevarra and Ara Mina while Ate Ging was giving you a ponytail hair that horribly hurts. I believed in your oozing confidence regardless of the number of enemies you had in Chinese school. I hate to say it but she was right: that thing sprouting from the tree was just a seed, not a turtle which you tried hard to prove.

Admit it, getting lost in the newly-opened SM Mall was no fun at all. You may enjoy going out to places, but when it gets dark you've imagined yourself already begging for a trip home.

I can't be more proud of you topping the honor's list in third grade. You could have rubbed on their faces the little blue certificate. You have the bragging rights anyway so what the heck. Am I right if I told you that pulling off your tantrums over a box of Sakura cards was worth it. But of course you don't know how to use it as you pretend shuffling it in front of jealous grade school kids, including your very first crush.

People begin calling you ugly names to be more specific, Bakekang. Your seatmate even told you you stink when you sweat. That was the beginning of your self-esteem blowing off and realized how you have bad hygiene issues. The worst part of it was people calling you adopted and even asked mom if you really were and she told me you are pretty anyway. Nobody Understands.

Ah, high school. It felt like being in the movies providing the typical American high school setting. You begin to see couples making out in class, guys get raged over your friend's new phone to watch porn ended with a sky-high plan bill and smokers. Freshmen year highlights lunch time when this guy kneels down in front of you and pulls of a ring asking for marriage. You cried, really. And with great pride you kicked his balls when he did it until the third time.

The rest was not significant until senior year. You've build your set of friends and you call them best friends which pretty rocked because you sing the same songs. The Tide Is High by the Atomic Kitten was the all-time favorite. Finally you've found friends you can't live without.

College year was moving so fast! Everything was fast-paced and people whom you got close soon becomes "hi-hello" buddies. But some of them were for keeps. They're the awesomest people You've met. They like sitcoms and indie music and going out after school hours. You can imagine being with these people in ten years time in a pub still talking about HIMYM and Pentatonix and making fun of his p*nis(The size of a RedWood! true story).

Can we not mention the first time you got drunk?

You cried your ass out in your first heartbreak. You thought he was the only one. You begin to degrade yourself and look like a complete idiot because you think "The stars brought Us Together" which you begin to think it was bullshit.

And then you fell again. For a man whom you think is the master of YouTube knowing every dark corners of its universe. It was amazing how he took you to places you'd die to see. Everything was a good adventure and both of you are currently looking for good places to put on the list.

It has been nineteen years of sparkles, shit, heartbreak, laughter, happiness, walks in the rain and make out moments with TV and junk food. Everything was amazing and without them you don't know who you could have been. Every experience makes you who you are right now, and you have the obligation to thank one of them. somewhere, out there are more amazing things to happen. We don't know maybe you'd slit your wrist or jump off a building due to contained happiness. Okay a bit exaggerating it to prove a point. You did good and I can't be more proud.

PS. Comb your hair more often.

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Not With A Fizzle, But With A Bang

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On Counting What Matters

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Reading Waking up in the late dawn missing the last Dawn Mass, missing a good plane fare for summer vacation and having a bad sleep is not one of the things that you don't want to happen on a Christmas eve. Today was supposed to be a day full of cheer and be festive and getting excited to wear your new red dress and admit it, showing it off in a crowd of church goers during the midnight mass. But still, the universe is still the same hairy guy pulling out its tantrums on us and constant mood swings.

I was reading Thanksgiving post from aiaaaa.net and it inspired me to feel grateful. Let's try to scratch that and be on the greener grass. So instead of sticking a middle finger up in the air, why not thank a few things that constantly reminds us how we are extremely blessed.

For parents who not only sends us to school but sends "I love you" messages as well.
High school buddies who never fails to give abdominal cramps due to excessive laughter
College buddies for the copies of American sitcoms, season by season.
For indie music that reminds me to be reckless at times.
8Tracks who keeps me up at 3 in the morning.
Oh, and you too coffee. Yes I love you too.
Cheap airline fares making a poor aspiring traveler's dreams come true.
Amusement parks and my undying love for Disney
Frank Sinatra Christmas music for giving me the "Christmas with dad" feels.
Percy Jackson
The existence of tinting lip balm and everything that makes me effortlessly attractive.
Ateneo for the wonderful college year
Carlos for blabbing so much about you. Even if you're out of topic, he never fails to share what he learns from the internet with his distracting hair.
Mitch Albom for the tear-jerking books
For last minute instincts and ending the day with imaginary glass cheers.
S&R for everything American.
Pizza who understands me at all times.
Keepsakes for welcoming me with your cheap buffalo wings.
Two Door Cinema Club for making me promise I'd lose my concert virginity to them one day.
Java Jive where everything started.
The guy playing drums at Timezone playing September which became our song.
To every stranger who have been a fiber of my life

Most things may be shitty, but the sparkles are the ones who always shine bright. Have a Merry Christmas everyone! :)

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