Dreamscape

My waking hours are spent bawling like a baby (wait a minute, I am a baby). I belly ache because my belly is literally aching all the time. Which is why sleep is my favorite thing to do. It's my only escape, my morphine for the pain.

Ode to the Moon

There will be a full moon tomorrow night but since my mama won't let me see it, on account of I'm still a babe and I'm not allowed to go out at night, she read me this poem instead:

Mother Of The Night


The moon watches over us
Like a Mother of the Night.
She sees through the darkness
With her soft and silvery light.

She peeks in on each one of us
And watches as we dream,
Gently placing kisses
With every new moonbeam.

She covers us with shadows
As she tiptoes 'cross the sky.
She checks on all her children
As she slowly passes by.

I was feeling a bit punk rock today and wanted to insist on checking out the moon tomorrow night for the first time. But if the moon really is as motherly as what the poem here describes, then I wouldn't mind not seeing it yet because I love being hugged by my mama. So to Diana, the moon goddess, I will see you next time.

Warrior Mom

We were siamese twins once upon a time - joint at the core. This was the time when they transformed into female Jesuses just so they can carry their cross for nine months. In some cases, they carry theirs for a lifetime. We are all animals for abusing them. They are the real heroes of this world. They are our bravest soldiers and they have the battle scars to prove it - their restitched vaginas or CS marks. Now go salute your mother and the elasticity of her pussy.

Bat in the Cave

I've got Twiggy's pixie 'do, brows that arch like Sophia Loren's, smoky eyes like rainshowers on a summer afternoon, a patrician nose just like my pop's, Snow White's ruby red lips, a stubborn chin like my ma's and monstrous sized boogers like that of every person living along Gil Fernando Ave. Man! Living parallel to a highway isn't really fly at all. All the cars zooming right past our house always put a blister on my blissful slumber and the dusts that manage to find a bolt hole towards the house never fail to settle in me nostrils - which explains my labored breathing. I've got to learn to use me fingers to scoop these bad boys out or else no one will take my cute face seriously if I've always got huge cliff hangers.

Vision of Love

I can see!!! And in my haste to drink everything in and savor the taste of my new found sense of sight, I got cross-eyed. But that has already been remedied by my mama. I want to say hello to the world but that can wait. Right now, I want to just relish the beauty staring back at me - hello mama and papa.

Father's Day

When my papa gazes deep into my eyes, he doesn't see himself like everyone does. He sees his life with mama and me and he is happy. So when he cracks a blissful contented smile when staring into my eyes, my eyes are bursting with love because I, too, am happy that he's mine. I love you, papa. Happy fathers day!

Ninja Kid

I am not who you expect.

No princess effects.

No pinks and frills factor.

I frighten everyone with my vicious howling.

I don't get hypnotized with my mama's delicious lullabies.

I sleep in my own time.

I am tough.

I'm a survivor.

I am Astrud Magdalena.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need my mama to wipe the poop in me pants.

A Month of Existence

It has been a whole month of me wailing like a banshee whenever I'm hungry. A full month of gulping on bottles and bottles of milk when I'm starved. One month of causing me mama a series of panic attacks with every little yelp of mine. And yet I only gained a couple of pounds?! Darn! I better drink up then to fill me cute little body. Here's to a swell month with me family. Cheers, mates!

Hibernate

Our place seems to have forgotten all about the dreadful el nino heat and is now gradually surrendering to the rainy season. The perfect weather to sleep all day - my favorite thing to do. Can't wait to hibernate with my mama bear and papa bear.

Getting to Know My Father

I like being cuddled by my papa. I feel safe and loved as if I'm back in my mama's womb again. So far, the world is a hot mess. El Nino's a real drag and there are too many people. But despite the downside of it all, I'm happy with my parents. Love you, papa and mama!