A Love Story

I got to read Bom's blog with Jim Paredes' article. I was astounded by the women that he had in his life. Not because of the number of women that came by, but of the lessons that he learned with them.

It was not that long ago when I wished I could write my own story. I have read stories of love. Watched movies about love. Heard stories about love. To every relationship that I have come across, I was just a spectator. I have had my own comments... good or bad. Advices.. that which some have come unsolicited. I had a say. And that it had always been easy telling them what to do, or thinking upon yourself what could've they done.. or pretending to be in that position, and acting upon it readily as if I were on their shoes. It has always been different. And it has always been easier said than done. Definitely, easier said than done...

The latest love story that I have come across was that of a man who came across two flowers at the same garden. These flowers were lined up in a stream of pots. In all shades and hues... The first that came to sight had been his favorite. Red Rose. Beautiful, in its full bloom. The other flower was a Violet Lilium. He didn't know what it was called. It just came to him in passing, as the flower bowed its head not showing the true beauty of its petals. The others were ordinary that he didn't come to notice.

He roamed around the garden and then came back to the rose to which he was attracted the most. He was mesmerized by the beauty of the rose that he examined every part of it. The pollen. Its petals. And leaves. He wanted to pick the flower, although tempting, he refused since the thorns protruding its stem threatened him to be pricked. He, then, watched the flower from afar and appreciated the beauty of the flower.

But there came a time that he was no longer happy that he could not touch the flower. He risked being hurt, went thru the thorns, and came to pick the rose. How lovely it was for them to be together now. Even if the thorns still bespeak of danger or of unrelenting susceptibility to pain, he still continued to pursue his love for the flower. It was hard, however, he reveled in the joy of risking.. There was no other flower anyway, not any flower that he knew of.

It has been years since the man has nurtured his love for the rose. He took care of it. Sprinkled with love. Showered it with rays of sunshine. He was still avoiding the threats of the thorns. But after some time, he began to slowly lose his love for the flower. He was tired. He did not feel that he can love the flower fully because of its thorns. He felt that it was now an obligation to take care of the rose. The rose did not speak of any pain. It fully submitted to the love of the man. Though it cannot defend itself from the thorns, the sacrifice to live with the man for as long as it can, made it bloom further than it has ever imagined itself blooming.

He was not falling out of love with the beauty of the rose. He was still taking care of it. He still loves the radiance it brings. But he felt empty at times. He felt that his love was coming out of guilt. Or of a commitment that he swore he'd keep. It was not good. Then he came back to the garden where he found the rose. He walked for a while, then it came across the lilium that still bowed her beautiful violet petals amongst its leaves. The man was curious and he came to give a closer look to that flower. Only then he realized the beauty of a lilium. Gazing up at him, its glow spread outward.. exuding a scent of joy... of happiness that reverberated through his body. He examined it yet again, and slowly, he began to fall for the lilium. It was lovely. The beauty illuminates a certain fragrance that lived darkly in its body.

Yet he thought, he could not take care of two flowers. The pot that he made was for one. Only one flower can fit in. Now he thought to risk the place that he had made for the rose... and pick the lilium and plant it to the pot. But the beauty of the rose will just die without defenses. It won't die a natural cause of death. It will die because of a love that was lost. Then, the lilium was still there, bowing its head... waiting to be picked..

The ending has not yet been known. For now, the rose still holds the pot. And the lilium has been one with the others...

Love at the wrong time. Love that was so true, but a mistake. It is painful to call a love a mess. Contradictory to its meaning, love is a strong positive emotion... with relevance to an energy that sustains a powerful state of happiness... and joy. But to all the good comes in the bad. Love is a choice. Love is a choice to do the right.. Or to do what we desire. Neither of the two is of lower value.

Love at the wrong time is love that is lost. Some may take the risk of leaving the now to revel in the joy of the future. Some, as most take, risk of leaving a probable future, because the odds does not give them any reassurance of happily-ever-after. But who knows? Nobody knows what the future holds. It has always been a great idea not to keep the doors closed. However, for how long can we? Can we hold it further without anyone come knocking besides that person you've been waiting for all along?

Yes it is true that we meet better people in our lives. Better flowers... More beautiful. More radiant. But how long do we keep ourselves from being tempted to pick another flower? How long do we keep finding which is better without even starting to pick? Opportunity only comes once. We may never find another flower like it..

Love is a risk. Love is pain. Love is love. We learn how to love. We love to learn.

I love you. My heart can only wait for as long as it can. I hope you come back at the right time.

-- violet

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Always On Your Side - Sheryl Crow Ft. Sting

My yesterdays are all boxed up and neatly put away
But every now and then you come to mind
Cause you were always waiting to be picked to play the game
But when your name was called, you found a place to hide
When you knew that I was always on your side

Well everything was easy then, so sweet and innocent
But my demons and my angels reappeared
Leavin' only traces of the man you thought I'd be
To afraid to hear the world's I'd always feel
Leavin' you with all the questions all these years

Is there someplace far away, someplace where all is clear
Easy to start over with the ones you hold so dear
Or are you left to wonder, all alone, eternally
This isn't how it's really meant to be
No, it isn't how it's really meant to be

Well they say that love is in the air, but never is it clear,
How to pull it close and make it stay
Butterflies are free to fly, and so they fly away
And I'm left to carry on and wonder why
Even through it all, I'm always on your side

Is there someplace far away, someplace where all is clear
Easy to start over with the ones you hold so dear
Or are we left to wonder, all alone, eternally
But is this how it's really meant to be?
no, this isn't how it's really meant to be

Well they say that love is in the air, never is it clear
How to pull it close and make it stay
Butterflies are free to fly, why do they fly away,
Leavin' me to carry on and wonder why
Was it you that kept me wandering through this life
When you know that I was always on your side?

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A Prayer

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

I pray that God bestows me what my heart desires. On the right time. My faith has strongly believed that things are meant to last only if they deserved them well.

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guilty!

hehehe, this is the third post for tonight, and yes i'm on a roll.

i am a self-confessed guilt-freak right now. i am mad. i am crazy.

i can't stand this. but i have to. for how long? i don't know.

i am going to be killed for this.

i did not commit murder. i am not convicted of any crime.

but i am guilty of simple pleasures. gossip. showbiz. a pinch on the face. stalking. secrets. clean foot fetish (obsessive preoccupation). manly hands. goodnights. cariño brutal. more ice cream than cake. banofee pie. shopping. long chats. videoke.

what is your guilty pleasure?

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the few good men

i have three brothers, which i never ever realized that i can appreciate them now more than ever.

my eldest brother is really a tall guy. well not that much, but he is the tallest amongst us. when i talk to him, he usually leans to his right. he has quite a poor sense of hearing. his hair is not straight. he has a dark complexion. although, all my brothers are dark since they really grew up on the streets. literally. of all my brothers, he's the smartest. medyo idol ko nga sya. hehe. medyo lang :P he talks about sensible stuff. he's not a nerd, but he is really smart. i like it that he answers my questions. i value his opinion. there was this one time that i really had a petty argument that we did not talk for months. but, of course, we live in the same house so he can't stand not talking to me:P ha! or me. hehehe. i was really feeling bad that he doesn't talk to me. but eventually we did. how? i dunno. we just did. i just love him.

my next brother, who is the fifth, is the hippiest. hehe. he's cool. for me, he's the type na "kilabot ng mga kolehiyala". hehehe. i never admitted to him this, but he really is a good-looking man. naks! proud. hahaha. no, really. porma, dating, gentleman-ness. wooh! sya ang dapat tularan. hahaha. he picks me up even if he had to pick up his girlfriend (now wife.. hehe). i like it that he takes care of his then girlfriend, but he does not forget his family:) now it is understandable that he takes care of his "family" more. but he still picks us up, if he can:) we have the same profession, and i really idolize him for being where he is now. he has a good career and a great family to boot. jackpot!

the youngest brother, is three years older than me. well, i don't regard him as old, but sometimes i really think he really is old. hahaha. but too young to get married:P sometimes i get irritated that he never gets tired seeing his girlfriend everyday. but maybe that's really the way it is. (yah, i really dunno:P). he is the most makulit, and the most madaldal ever. he can practically deal with any kind of person. maybe that's the reason my mom got him as one their sales people in their biz. we fight most of the time. but i know there's just this sweet bone in him (i still think that he's the most demonstrative, and well, yeah, sige na nga, sweetest) that sometimes i really can't take. like, it's icky sometimes. hahaha. but he's my brother afterall.

i like it so much that they are taking care of their wives, kids, and girlfriend (for the last). minsan naaasar na nga ako na wala sila, dahil nasa mga babae nila, hehehe, pero we can't really hold them at home forever. i admire them that they pick them up, take them home, had their girls at home to be known to us. and i must say that they really have a good choice:P hehehe. i was and am good to them:P i treat them as part of our family. i like it that they are brutally sweet to us (hehehe, masochist:P), i like it that we don't talk much, but when we do, we just laugh our heads off. i don't like serious stuff, so it's just fine with us that we are really not that super close. like secret-sharing kind of close. hehe. i like it that they're older, three years minimum, and we don't have much differences in what we like. i like it that they don't spoil us much. but when we ask. they give:) hehehe.

i told my friend the other day the worst ever stuff that my brothers did or is still doing to me. having us girls smell their super baho socks.. rubbing their armpits on top of our heads. utot sa harap namin (kadiri talaga). i just give them the worst "kurot" they can take, i am really good at this. my brothers can give a testimony to the many bruises they got from me. they just deserved it:P but, even at their worse, i must say that i really admire them for being just my brothers. and i really wish that the person that i will end up with will have bits and pieces of my brother in them. if they get the worse, then they will just suffer the worst from me as well:P not to mention the pinches that i have mastered all these years:D

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home alone

i haven't been home alone for years. i think. i never wanted being alone. more than the fact that i really get bad migraines doing nothing than watch tv and lie awake in bed, i really can't stand solidarity at home. but the weekend that was, was quite different from the days i have been alone at home. and being at home, perse.

i cooked lunch. i was with my brother, and it was the first time (maybe again in years), that he told me he was smelling good food (from me:P). nothing grand with the chicken, it just smelled good of course tasted good mind you:D not much cleaning done, the house was completely in order before they left.

i didn't eat much. i wasn't even hungry. i did open the tv to check out Angel Locsin's welcome party at ASAP (hehehe, hell yeah, i am a tv/local showbiz addict:)) but after a few cuts, i turned it off and stayed at my room and started to read instead. i loved the silence. it was just the swing of the electric fan that i was hearing, and the turn of pages i had as i read through. my cell phone was beeping once in a while, though (thanks for the company:)). and that was all i had for a home alone weekend. a good lunch. a good friend. two books read from cover to cover. and a nap that lasted forever, with a dream i've forgotten.

and the home i called for silence came crumbling down when they have arrived. riot. migraine attacked as they came crashing my room.

afterall, it was great to be home alone. but not all the time:P

goodnight... :)

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waiting in vain

somehow, the excitement just died away with each day that passed as we waited for it to finally become official.

then it was. four days since.

i must say that i am happy. though, i could not fill it in with outmost content or even with bursts of joy. i am glad that it is here. but i could not revel in the news that was long overdue.

i cannot complain any further. it is here, and i am grateful that it is. this is what we have just been hoping to come. to be accredited. at the very least, to regard as someone that has raised herself up a notch in her own pedestal. they say that a name is just a name. but it isn't to us, because it is far better than any amount to begin with.

i have accepted the fact, and i am dropping all the others that makes me feel agitated of myself even more. otherwise, i will still be complaining. i might as well rejoice that it has come, no matter how long i've waited, or how remorseful it came. at least it did. i am not settling for anything less though. it's just that i cannot stretch it any further. i have accepted that there are just some things that we really do not have any control of. and being in no position to contest, beyond my defenses. i am up to the limits that i would like myself to think that it has approached acceptance.. plainly out of utter respect.

and again, i am happy. i will celebrate that i have come to accept my new post. i have come to accept that i am beginning to think a bit more "mature" (excuse myself for the lack of a better term). and that now, afterall, what matters to me most.

i was hopeful for years, in search for things i have been praying... of wanting, living, loving for. in my heart, i believe that it will come in due time.. oh well, some if it will. some if it, i still do not know. they may come in grandeur, with fireworks as i embrace them on their arrival. or they may come at the worst moment or instance i could have never imagined even welcoming.


x's: on a lighter note, i watched korina's interview with toni gonzaga. i am a fan, but not quite. although i am glad that she now has her love her life. haha cheezy. but he's cute, and i think she deserves him and vice versa. i am really amazed that she finally get to meet him, after all the men that came rummaging her life:P she's blessed. and happy:)

so when does waiting become "worth the wait"?

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From Bom:)

i am leeching this from my one of my dearest friends, bom. :) i found myself amazed that i have the same feeling for different people. strangely, i feel that we are talking about the same person... (which of course, is impossibly true, hehe!). thanks bom for this. i am letting my sentiments out for them unknowingly. i have alot of people i want to say something, but this might be overkill. hehehe. the list might go on and on.. and on.. and on.. and on........

RULES:
1. Write something about/for fifteen DIFFERENT people.
2. You can NOT (read: NEVER) say who they are.
3. If someone asks you which one is about/for them, you are NOT to tell.

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1. I really admire you for your guts. To where you've been and have achieved. I wish I can reach the same success as you have now. In all aspects.
2. Sana nagkakilala tayo ng mas maaga. Hay:( and Hay:)
3. Sana may gift ka na talaga sa birthday ko:P
4. Di ko talaga alam kung bakit, pero di talaga kita kaya kausapin ng matagal. Ewan ko talaga. I just feel indifferent towards you.
5. Hehe, despite what I have been through with you (or you with me), I am glad that we are really in good terms. I am happy that I can tell you anything about everything right now;)
6. Sayang lahat ng pinagsamahan. Na-miss kita. Pero ganon ata talaga. I wish I could see you and give you a hug.
7. Di ko alam bakit naging ganon lahat, pero sorry, di ko na gusto na maging super ok tayo. Wala na talagang chance mabalik sa dati.
8. I know you're just right there whenever I need you kahit na nde tayo magkita at matagal na nde mag-usap:)
9. Gusto ko ma-try na lumabas na tayo lang.
10. I know things have changed now, and ok na ako. Hehe weird pero di kita nami-miss:P
11. Gusto ko na sabihin sayo kung ano totoo, pero pag sinabi ko, baka madaming magbago.
12. Takot ako sayo. Dahil sa maraming bagay.. Lalo ngayon. Hay :S
13. Alam mo na ayaw ako sinisigawan, ginagawa mo pa din!
14. You're giving me the strangest feeling I've never felt in my entire life. Go figure.
15. Sorry sa lahat ng masamang nagawa ko sayo. I know what I did was totally wrong, and I do not have any excuse for being just that. I never really got around saying sorry, but I am. Really.

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no masochist for nothing

i am emotionally wrecked this week. i cannot further elaborate on the nitty-gritty details, but i am on an indefinite sanity with an imbalanced state of mind.

i can barely recall the last time i shed tears. however, those tears have flowed in ducts that sore a fortnight, were tears of sadness. now, i shed tears of incomprehensible disbelief, of betrayal, of being hopeful for nothing, of deprivation to that chance i thought will compensate for waiting. i was given false hopes. i may be wrong for assuming, but i will never have assumed if i have never been told. i am hurt not because i was defeated of a chance, but i am hurt because i knew that i was not given what i deserved. that i did not receive what i knew, with all my heart, i knew was for me.

my heart has been amassed with spears of doubt and fear. daggering to every nerve, seemingly making me numb. i am frightened that i may fall into a trap that i cannot escape. only finding myself slowly being devoured into what seemed to be a quicksand.. struggling for survival. i do not know when to stop. i do not know if it's even starting. i am beginning to think that there must be something wrong. but i beg myself to differ. talk about self-contradictory madness. i am still trying to convince myself that there is nothing wrong. i am hopeful that i can still bear with it. that i will not give up until the limit has been pushed.

i am mad. crazy. depressed. puzzled. hurt. deprived. hurt. scared. unnoticed. torn. hurt. then again, i am no masochist for nothing.

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FT

i miss you for so long, that i almost forgot how you looked. i have gotten the chance to get back to you. a glance maybe. i had that chance to rekindle the moments we had together, but it was quite too short. i missed you. and seeing you that time has made me feel that i'll always have you. my friend.

as we held hands and bid farewell, barely touching my fingers to yours.. lingered for as long as i can remember.. my heart was breaking that i know it will take more time for me to see you again.. yet rejoicing that i know we will still, in the not so far future.


i was told that the sites to where our refuge of emotional baggages reside has been blocked. well, i hadn't noticed since i was too "busy" keeping myself "busy" these days. i am mixed up with stuff that i cannot seem to keep myself in order. hehehe.

i do not have anything much to say now but i just wanted to revisit my spot. i miss this spot. it has been abandoned for so long a time that i cannot even recall the times that i wanted moments to be written. or those that i wanted to be shared. or those that i just wanted to type it away.

i miss you. i miss this. i miss talking to you for as long as i can. for being there, listening (erm, reading, or whatever you may call it) for all my yakkings. you know much of what others don't. most of the time you are the first to know. and you never forget, because it is and will always be written. i miss this, with my fingers strike the keys as i free-flowingly tell you the details of my story. i miss you. it is you.. my recourse to all emotions. this is you. i do not know for how long i can let it happen, but i know that i will always have you, and you will always have me.

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830pm

i cannot remember the last time i've watched deal or no deal. hehehe. which means, that it has been ages since i last got home that early. lahat sila nagtataka, ang aga ko daw dumating. pwede naman pala eh. bakit nga ba hindi?

touch down, 830pm. what a record. this is the earliest i've gone home since the start of the year. 12th day of the 2nd half of 2007. whew.

i got to watch DOND. i got to read 2 chapters of harry potter (the last two to go!). i got to blog! and i got goodnight kisses from the cute gremlins in spongebob pajamas. awwwwwww:">

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walang tawiran. nakamamatay.

i am sharing this entry with my friend, tobe. we swore that this will be the last time that we will take chance of risking our lives crossing that "street".

so why did the chicken crossed the road?

minsan sa buhay natin, kelangan sumugal. sabi nga nila take chances. opportunity only comes once. eh minsan hindi mo alam kung yung oportunidad na yun eh dumaan na, padaan palang. or andyan na. kung pang-ilan.. kung una.. pangalawa.. pangatlo. kailan mo nga ba malalaman na eto na ang tamang panahon para tumaya sa lotto at makuha ng jackpot.

malamang sa hindi, walang nakakaalam. tyans (hehe, chance) nga e. tanong natin kay google kung ano daw ang tyans.

according to my ever reliable world-wide-web partner in life:
- a risk involving danger
- an unknown and unpredictable phenomenon that causes an event to result one way rather than another

it is unpredictable. and a risk. so, FORTUNE FAVORS for the BRAVE SOULS!

so yun. makukulit lang talaga kami na ulit-ulitin ang pagtatangkang makamit ang aming mithiin. ang makasakay ng shuttle sa may Mall of Asia. pumunta kami ng 10pm, 930pm 9pm, 8pm. wala pa ring tumambad na sasakyan na maghahatid samin papunta sa katimugang bahagi ng Maynila. hanggang sa napagod na kami, at napag-isipang, hindi na kami uulit.

bahagya kong naisipan ang malaking signboard na nakapaskil sa gitna ng two-way-four-laned street. WALANG TAWIRAN. NAKAMAMATAY. kung ako yung nasa bus, maasar ako sa mga taong tumatawid. kitang-kita na nga. binalaan ka na nga. KAMATAYAN na nga ang threat , tigas pa din ng ulo mo. balak mo nga lang talaga siguro magpakamatay ano?

we broke the law. risked our lives. took that chance. admittedly, we have become irresponsible citizens, being the pasaway that we were. there's no excuse to what we've done. we've broken the rules. i'm not the goody-two-shoes kind, and i won't clean my hands either. a crime is a crime. but then again, i realized that a chance gives you that possibility of a yes or a no. 1 or 0. black or white. slightly, there's that maybe. you'll never know what you're gonna get. but then, there's just a time, when you try to STOP and think rationally that it is not always taking chance. not at this point that we risk LIFE.

so yun, we ended up swearing to ourselves that we won't ever travel MOA by public transportation. oh, how i love makati. this is just the place to be.

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back... again!

there's just too many things that happened weeks or even months since i last got hold of myself into writing something spontaneous. not those of the usual, "fixed, please confirm". or those of unrelenting "not reproduce, please close". or of being required to put up an article i cannot start for weeks (due to lack of time, or have been busying myself to work -- so goes my apologetic alibi to the sports committee head). thanks to the ever reliable tobe. worldplay really is the way to go;) we got ourselves printed again in that infamous corporate magazine. hehe.

anyway, there's just too much i have left unwritten since the last one i posted. in fairness to my "busy schedule", i really was swamped. add the fact that i lost my home support pc for two weeks, which is my only portal to this world. it was supposed to be my excuse for getting myself a new laptop, but i suddenly felt that there's no urgency for that gadget-y vanity. hehehe. not yet. i still can manage to keep up with the very slow refresh of this out-of-date, bulky, heavy, slow-paced office-owned tower computer. with all honesty, it would be best to donate this to public schools. more kids would be so much happier if they do. and i'd be happy that they have one, and i'll have a replacement:) everybody happy:)

well, im off to bed for now. i'll be back soon.

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GA SE03 EP21 - Desire

too often the thing you want most, is the one thing you can't have.

desire leaves us heartbroken. it wears us out. desire can wreck your life.

but it's tough as wanting something can be. the people who suffer the most are those who don't know what they want.

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i hate math!!

when i was in kinder, i was 1st place in math contest. the picture is very much with me still, having miko (my highschool friend, well since elementary days [classmates gr3 - gr5, all hs yrs except 2nd yr], but let me start counting on 3rd yr... so 9 years to date) stand by the 2nd place box (with his khaki shorts unzipped:P). i can still clearly remember that i was left alone, having all contestants been kicked off the contest hall. hehehe. i wasn't aware of any rule at that, i was just puzzled why i was alone. hahaha. i had fever later that day:P

i have been asked to join math quiz bees since then, but i can only recall winning the first time i joined. i aced math when i was in elementary (maybe because it was just plain adding or subtracting apples). my math teachers favored me (which i never enjoyed).

i have never been the treasurer for the class. we voted for those who have been joining math competitions outside school. or those who almost perfected math exams. i was either elected for secretary, sgt at arms (yeah right!), or even as president (which i didn't want.. ever!).

i sucked at math when i was in highschool. total sucker for trigo and geom, on my 3rd year in highschool. i hated this year, because this was the year i got line of 7's for math. yuck. math. then i hated math. i hated my math teachers as well, because they kept calling me with my sisters' names (they were two under them, so they kept calling me either with my last name, or with two first names). i hated them, because i they're too smart, i couldn't measure up. hahaha. add the fact that we were in a sp*cial section.

when i was in college, well, easy does it --1st and 2nd year was a way to go. 3rd and 4th year was a different story though. i hated my 1st trigo prof because it was a 7am class. and he's late when i'm not. and he isn't when i am. my 2nd trigo prof was a total monkey (not because he's a wise a**hole, but he damn looks like one). i hated him because he had multiple choice for an exam, and didn't accept my answers with erasures (which, i contested that it was not specified in the directions). more so, having a 3.5 grade point average for his class despite his threat to "take him personally". how professional, professor! and oh, i can never forget him wishing me a christmas gift -- to be a good girl. bletch!

i hated math. i hated it much now, that i can't even put up a mental calculation of a simple addition of how much i ate. or how much is the jeepney ride from RP to office for 13 persons? i hate math that i have to compute more or less a hundred shirts i've been trying to cater to my sister (whom i had a bad conversation.. erm, more of a high-pitched argument, just now, which brings me to this). i am pissed off that i have to compute all this stuff for her, which makes me realize then that i do not like to have business doing all the math.


a pop question was asked during our summer getaway. what contest you most hated ever joining? i said, declamation. and your most liked? spelling:P having joined math contest the most in my entire school years.. never really liked them.

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I don't drink beer

Another testimony that this is crap. Or I am crap?:P

You Are Barney

You could have been an intellectual leader... Instead, your whole life is an homage to beer You will be remembered for: your beautiful singing voice and your burps Your life philosophy: "There's nothing like beer to give you that inflated sense of self-esteem."

The Simpsons Personality Test

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What mood am I in today?

For the lack of anything to say.

Though, this blogthings change answers when you answer the quiz with a 30-second gap, it is but a confirmation that today doesn't really mark a good one for me.

Yes, all three!

You Aren't In the Best Of Moods

While you aren't full on depressed, things aren't going your way. You may be hurt, angry, frustrated... or all three. Not to worry - you'll be feeling fine in no time.

What Mood Are You In?

CRAP BAG!

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quotable quotes

If you don't have anything good to say, please. Keep your mouth shut.

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Ally Mcbeal Stints

Highschoolish, as Ally Mcbeal series seems to me. It was far more than what I have imagined sympathizing with Calista Flockhart's character. I was not a huge fan though, before. But I do get a hard laugh when she imagines her very self at the back of her head being dumped on a garbage truck. Or even biting her toe. Never fails.

Don't hold on to everything because you might just walk away with nothing.
- Angela

Bygones.
- Fishism

Just don't be condescending.
- Ally

John Cage is too much erratic. I don't like him. Hate is too much of an emotion to someone or something non-existent. Rather, should I say, too fictional to play a role with my emotions.

Hate to say this Ally, but Billy and Georgia really look good together :( Although, Billy is really a good catch.. I would love to think that your 'The One' and not 'The Only' will be right there to catch you. I can't remember much of Robert Downey Jr's character, but I am more thrilled to more men barraging in your office:D

Just as I remembered. Now I know where you got the "designated-sensitive-male" title. It's Billy! Maaaaan, way beyond. Hehehe.

Oh, yes. I second the motion, attorney. I just don't want to be alone:(

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benta

I cannot vividly remember what last year has been. But from what I can barely recall, I was laid back on our lumpy couch watching Star Cinema movies of Aga Muhlach. Now, I can't even seem to finish one movie without being paged. All My Life movie, I had to pass just because of one ring. Arrgghh.

This is terrible. 16 hrs of OT has been very much beneficial to the cost of this company. My movie marathon has been busted, thank you very much.

I hate being on-call!!!

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