HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!!

To my dad



And Psyche's dad



Two of the bestest dads I know. God is so generous. He blessed us Callanta girls with men from the waning stock of good guys out there.

Happy Father's Day!!!! =)

AN EDUCATION - with Psyche Calypso

Youth is a perpetual intoxication; it is a fever of the mind.  ~François Duc de la Rochefoucauld



My daughter has reminded me about many important things in life which I had forgotten, which I had lost somewhere in all the muddle of my trying to "find" myself, trying to figure out what it all means, trying to establish some sort of purpose.


She came into my life and thus began my re-education.




So this is to my mentor...


Who showed me the absolute joys of something as mundane as a strepsil or a potato chip (she will literally watch Law & Order with you so long as you share with her your bag of chips)


Who showed me the strength and integrity of having a plan, of earning your keep and finding happiness so long as you do the ff. in chronological order
1) go to school
2) go to the office
3) get married
4) kiss a boy


Who showed me how fun it is to cook with Barbie and to eat invisible food.


Who showed me why Disney princess movies are the ultimate romance collection.


Who showed me that no matter how upset or busy or so-not-in-the-mood-right-now you are, you just need to take your partner's hand, clasp em between your fingers, and realize that THAT is love.


Who showed me that for all the money you  make and all the hours you put in at work, all you need to bring home is just enough to buy icecream. And you will get all of the love inside the bottomless pit of her little heart.


So here's to my baby girl who is turning 4 tomorrow at exactly 7:25pm...


For teaching this old soul the beauty as well as the difference between being young and careless and being youthful and carefree.


Happy birthday, Psyche Calypso!!! Mama and Papa love you very much.

To fresh grads who think the world is out to eat them alive.

To my sister Veronica.
Because yes.
The world IS indeed a scary place to live.
But you.
No you...
Are much scarier.
Now wipe those goddamn tears and scare the sh*t out of this world by being awesome.

.....

To this day, I still don’t understand exactly what happened. But I have never had more fun, been more challenged, and (this is important), had more conviction about what I was doing. How could this be true? Well, it’s simple. There are few things more liberating in this life than having your worst fear realized. I went to college with many people who prided themselves on knowing exactly who they were and exactly where they were going. At Harvard, five different guys in my class told me they would one day be president of the United States. Four of them were later killed in motel shoot-outs. The other one’s briefly hosted Blues Clues before dying senselessly at yet another motel shoot-out. Your path at 22 will not necessarily be your path at 32 or 42. One’s dream is constantly evolving, rising and falling, changing course.

But the point is this: It is our failure to become our perceived ideal that ultimately defines us and makes us unique. It’s not easy. But if you accept your misfortune and handle it right, your perceived failure can become a catalyst for profound reinvention.

No specific job or career goal defines me and it should not define you. In 2000, I told graduates to not be afraid to fail. And I still believe that. But today I tell you, whether you fear it or not, disappointment will come. The beauty is that through disappointment you can gain clarity. And with clarity comes conviction and true originality.

Conan O’Brien, 2011 Dartmouth College Commencement Address

Amen, Conan.
A-to-the-fucking-men.
Shit is looking 20-20 from here.

in the COMPANY OF THIEVES

When you come home really late at night
Ripe to pick a fight
I know just the kind you'd like
So come on and bite

Why some breakups are good for you.

I'll let the pictures do the talking.

Ok.

So this was us before.... aka circa "insekta" aka that time we thought we were just supposed to be supportive little girlfriends and "acquire" the taste for rock music cuz we were obedient like that:

Obviously, back in those days, we weren't allowed to put makeup on lest we be called "sluts" or social climbers (cuz being conscious of how we looked back then was blasphemous to the scene we were in) so we didn't really have much practice then.

So when it was finally over and done with and they had up and left:

*cue When It's Over by Sugar Ray*

We let ourselves go.

And went buckwild with our magical mascara wands and pretty little dresses and pretty little high-heeled shoes and finally admitted to the world, "Yes. We love Usher. And Chris Brown. And Beyonce. And club music in general. Now let me two-step on over to the bar for another jagerbomb."

And learned that you don't need a man when you can make out with your own girlfriend and get drunk and she'll still be better to look at.

And that a good guy, though he may think you're the prettiest "sweat pants, hair tied, chillin' with no make-up on," will still appreciate it when you get all dolled up.

And that you don't have to be ashamed for wanting to love and be loved. Even if you seem to be going about it the wrong way. You'll get it right.

So here's to my girl, Beverly... and to all of my other girlfriends whose stories inspire me (whenever we have those deep girl talk type talks) and who love me... false lashes and all. =)

And this was the song we used to play on loop in her car on our way to the club:

T.G.I.F.

I forgot to bring a camera so thank you CAMERA CAPO.

And this just goes to show that even the fellas like to dougie on the ledge for the ladies:

LAST FRIDAY NIGHT

If everyone had been in love all time… in a constant dopamine plateau, teetering on the edge of your mind and the sound your heart makes when the phone is just about to ring, plunging deep into your bed, arms wide open, ready for that invisible, invincible embrace, take me I’m yours and all in, looking up and into his eyes and my aren’t they just divine, praying a gazillion thanks, pressing lids, tears brimming, shivering up your spine and wishing he was IT, I’m done with all this shit, I’d totally give it all up, whispering promises and maybe compromises to the wind and under your breath and you swear you’ve never felt like this before, swearing, smiling, sighing (but the good kind), gushing with fruity tutti flavor, knowing that God exists because this whole falling in love thing can’t possibly be of this world, there’s just no way…

We’d have died as a species.

 

…………………

 

I don’t know exactly how that became a bad thing.

 

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Though I don’t think we could have all that heaven on earth (because then it wouldn’t be called earth now would it? It would just be called heaven and we wouldn’t have to do sh*t anymore, we’d be like that girl in Lovely Bones only much happier).

Ok I don’t want to be that girl in Lovely Bones.

I would like a reason to be a smitten little kitten, though.