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Higher. Further. Faster.
Thoroughly enjoyed Venom! I mean, itās not gonna change the trajectory of superhero movies, but it stayed true to what I love about Eddie and Venomās dynamic.
I do understand why itās gotten mixed reviews.
1) People expected it to connect to Spiderman somehow which it didnāt (couldnāt?).
2) It didnāt follow the formula of recent mainstream superhero movies, and
3) It was trying to tell to many stories at once. They could have skipped over Anne and Eddieās love story for more of Venomās journey from invader to inhabitant of earth.
I donāt care much for 1 & 2. Itās a different universe, a different studio and shouldnāt be expected to conform, but I desperately want more Symbrock. I would have happily let the whole Anne thing resolve itself in the sequel.
Overall, it was massively entertaining and a Friday date well spent. š¤
This girl went all out on her Harry Potter themed debut (18th birthday)
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One of the few photos of me from yesterday because I was too busy running around and taking photos of everyone else. Still so happy even if I was wet from the rain and running on empty (I forgot to eat lunch whoops). #RiseUpTogether š

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Didnāt realize how exhausting it would be to man MMPās IG feed for todayās event and I wasnāt even able to stay for the evening program! Still, much fun was had and Iād do it again in a heartbeat (or next year). āŗļø
Despite the heat, then the rain (and the eventual headache), it was heartwarming to see the community come together and exude absolute happiness at being in a safe space where every one is free to be who they are.
Happy Pride, everyone! Hoping for a world where every day feels this way. š
I tagged my father on Facebook by accident, yesterday. Iāve heard lots of people speak on these social media eulogiesāheard them say the comfort they take in the lingering presence of names too easily forgotten, heard them say they are grateful that our footprint on this world is just a little bit harder to erase. But I am so tired of making gospel of a dead man. I hate the way he shows up in the suggestions every time I type my own last name; this is a strange kind of hauntingā one where I do not see him in the shadows of my parentsā home, but instead at three AM in my own apartment, cities away from the place where he died. Two and a half years later, and he is still smiling in his profile picture. I didnāt do poetry when my father was alive. But a few weeks ago, I accidentally invited him to a poetry slam in a city heās never been to. And maybe there was a part of me still hoping heād show up to it. I have a lot of things left to say to my father, got a lot of heartbreak that went unanswered for, apologies on both sides that were never given. But this is not the kind of grief you leave on a Facebook wall. This is not āI thought about you, todayā kind of pain. And I canāt help but resent all the people whose aftermath is so simple as to be parsed out in a three hundred character paragraph on a page my family does not have the password for. How dare their grief be so succinct. I have spent two and a half years trying to put words to this, I still donāt have enough of them. I cannot stomach the āI miss youās from strangers: people he hadnāt spoken to in twenty years, people who did not know the ugly of his last moments, who remember the man before the sickness, who did not grow up in a house full of landmines, did not kiss their father goodnight knowing he was a time-bomb. I know itās selfish, but I do not want to be privy to their second-hand grief. I donāt care what his college friends have to say about him. His wall has become a morgue I did not want to be buried in. So instead, I resurrect his ghost on a microphone, I pray to half-forgotten echoes of a childhood where his love did not come with a caveat, I refuse to lay him down to rest and yet I have the gall to be sanctimonious. All this time, and I am still willing to put parameters around everyone elseās grieving without taking responsibility for my own. My fatherās Facebook wall is a reminder of all the people who have managed to move on from his passing, when here I am: writing the same poem for the hundredth time, no closer to being able to say goodbye to him.
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Bad Introvert Talks Movies: Black Panther (Wakanda Ooh Na Na)
Let me preface this by saying that I am strictly an Marvel Cinematic Universe girl. I get by with what I need for speculation off comic book canon but by and large my perspective is solely rooted in the MCU. Not only that for, this particular film, Iām an outsider looking in. I may be fairly cognizant of issues that were painted in Black Panther, but thereās only so much I can discuss about how impactful it is to have a movie about black characters taking on black issues.
That being said, hot damn, Black Panther was a good movie. Solid storytelling with multi-faceted characters against the vivid background of Wakanda. It was an introduction to Tāchalaās motives and objectives as a man, king and protector as it was an introduction to Wakanda as a nation and as a people.
Dear M/arvel,
I know that youāre trying to scrub the internet of it, but freaking amazing job on that trailer. It looks epic and I absolutely cannot wait for Infinity War now.
My precious Bucky and the whole Wakandan army.
Cap with a beard. (Heh)
Baby Avenger Peter not dying. (Donāt you dare!)
All my Avenger cupcakes banding together with the Guardians.
You sure know how to tease a fangirl.

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Dearest Void,
For the longest time Iāve been wondering how to get myself to start writing on this blog more.Ā
Aside from my ubiquitous lurking presence on the internet I havenāt really made an effort to carve a niche in it. Blogging requires a certain amount of egotism and absolute spades of openness.
The former, I humbly (as ironic as that sounds) admit I have, but the latter has never really been my nature.
I realize though that if I format my posts as letters, it will feel less like Iām opening myself up to the world and instead feel like Iām simply conversing with an old friend.
So here it is, void, another possible futile attempt to form the habit of blogging and hopefully get me back into writing.
Letās see how it goes this time.
I've been volunteering for the Metro Manila Pride March for a couple of years now but it's the first time I've actually been able to experience the march.
We were late so we weren't even able to witness the start of the march but still I find myself struggling to find the words to describe the experience of walking with this amazing community who continuously struggles to find safe spaces for them to love who they love and be who they want to be.
It's like the Pride March feels like a big eff you to that struggle and at the same time a celebration and outpouring of love that the LGBTQ+ community posses in spades. It's been tough finding people who believe in us so we believe in ourselves and in each other instead.
No wonder we love rainbows and unicorns so much. š š¦
(6) To planned trips and spontaneous getaways. š„ #30CheersTo2017
(4) To pit stops and quick transfers. #30CheersTo2017
(3) To cooking up new ideas and new adventures #30CheersTo2017

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To carrying out our desires with full hearts and busy hands. šā£ļøš
To climbing new heights. š„