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have you ever had a friendship that saw through your parents' divorce, witnessed you almost drown, did seance at a cemetery at the middle of the night. and of course, it involves a treehouse, a constant in the equation of good childhood friendship films. this movie has that friendship shared among four girls who were more similar than they were different. they separated for years and begrudgingly reunited for one of the girl's delivery.

the treehouse is where they gravitated to. sad? go to the treehouse. celebrate? still, treehouse. film elements seems to agree to this. in more than one transition, it involves a tree, especially flashbacks or transitions from the now to the then, and vice versa. for instance, the scene at the treehouse where they are older. the camera pans upward to the branches to the twigs to the leaves and to the blue sky above. then it pans down and down to the roots and we see them younger. it's as if to say, the flashback is a way back to their roots.

to simply hope like a child in this world could be our saving grace.

when you’re a mess you’re not aware of it but you become oil in water. you would wanna keep your distance from people. suddenly, your hands are stained and you feel afraid to touch another human being. suddenly, happy people become too bright for eyes used to the dark.

had an elective on film criticism last semester but i couldn't say i know my way around talking about film as a cultural artifact. the course had been fun, forced me to watch and, consequently, enjoy watching films from a renewed lens (a confluence of my emotional and intellectual understanding of films). it did teach me to look at a film critically.

today i served as an examiner for a pre-board exam. everything was going smoothly until dysmenorrhea hit me. it’s the first time in years. i haven’t had it for the past years because i developed a habit of jogging. sooo i was not used to the pain anymore and expectedly i would react to it like i just had my first cycle.

when you’re an adult, you benefit from hanging out with kids. it sure is exhausting sometimes. they are full of energy—and the energy difference between you reminds you of when you were younger and brimming with life. they were fun times. they sure had their own brand of darkness but it was fine because you were a kid. your parents got your back. other adults would forgive you. they pressured you a lot, like all asian adults but you knew that kind of pressure was nothing compared to the one you’re putting on you at present. as a kid you were given allowances for making mistakes. so it is bittersweet to be so close to kids because they remind you of the past but also make you want to protect them in your own little ways.

a while ago i was setting up online payment for my oag-ibig fund so i had to check my IDs, saw that one ID has long since expired and had to payse because three years ago i willed time to skip to that ID’s expiration date. i the date was significant because i did some stupid things when i was waiting for the board exam results and i may have made myself vulnerable to identity theft. i remember thinking my life was going to get ruined. i remember being depressed. and i realize that at present i am going through the same phase, only for different reasons. if i’m remembering correctly, three years ago was the worst but oh god here i am, not yet ruined, going through some shitty stuff but completely less disastrous than what i had anticipated.