reming is coming

tips for tomorrow ;)

1. charge your cellphone
2. charge your lamps/ get batteries for flashlight
3. secure candles and matches
4. store water
5. cool loads of drinking water
6. withdraw money
7. stock up on canned goods
8. warn loved ones far away a typhoon is coming and you could be out of touch for a while.

sit tight, and stay dry. you're loved.

TYPHOON UPDATES HERE.

i happy

heehee. spent all day getting "tested." yes, they made me run over hurdles (ka-blam!), do the jungle jim, do push-ups, and recite the alphabet backwards :D :P nah.

i filled out this super extra long personal data form, then did the personality test mmpi-2 (i asked miss after if i tested neurotic -- the stripe on the strip keeps changing color! she's neurotic! -- but like a good examiner, she ignored my comments and questions, heehee), then had lunch. where perched on a bench under a tree observing young people's fashion whilst eating beef and mushroon, i got my sister's commendation ("brava") for texting her that shouldn't belts be on the hips?

then i did the job satisfaction questionnaire which was amusing because it revealed to me that at this moment, what i want in an ideal job is mentoring, and it doesn't matter to me whether or not it would be hard to make friends with work colleagues. heehee. it's because i have friends already, and what i want right now is to learn more. there's so much more still to learn!

then i did a report-writing test. pity i only knew how to do half of it, as the other half i'm still learning this semester. then i had to do some TAT cards which was fun. out of the 6 stories i imagined, only 1 had to do with lab. woohoo! hahaha. a contrast from last time i did the TAT.

so now am in trouble. hahaha. on thursday, i start practicum doing something i am not at all good at. woohoo! that is the entire point of practicum. heehee.

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then sister and i congregated at this parking lot corner with cafes, and great green tea shakes, sharing good news. later, i was attracted by some music going on at a nearby stage, and peeked at a ceremony for women writers. saw a friend running with his camera every time his wife was called to stage.

then, hightailing it to class, i kept bumping into male classmates. one was T who found out am into feminism, then traded the customary insults and greetings with R, then i gossiped with G whether he liked it or not (well the classroom was still closed), then later had dinner with Fr. B who appeared so very hungry. haha. he was nice, he treated me to dinner.

then mmr said i look prettier, does that mean before today, i looked so very ugly? hehehehe! now obviously just fishing.

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ok, off now, to duni's cinema, to catch the last full show of high school musical. unfortunately, am not allowed to fall asleep there. sisters! hehehe.

living in with someone new

i'm an unhappy peanut.

there's a reason why i stuck with the weekly cleaner for most of my manila life. reasons galore. (i don't want to have to worry about what someone else can eat. about whether someone else is happy or not. about whether just cleaning and watching tv is healthy. basically, all about the existence of someone else.)

but the tide changed. i needed to have someone else to be responsible for many things i can't handle on my own anymore. (like cleaning, like being there for all the delivery people who have to follow crap policy that doesn't allow them to deliver bills without you signing for it, like watching over maintenance people, etc). most of all, i needed another warm body because contrary to my expectations of myself, i am not a security guard but a psychologist in training. so i wanted someone else trustworthy and nice in this house.

still, the fact is, getting household help, even with all angelic assistance, is still getting a stranger to live with you. with all the attendant adjustments that need to be done -- explanations, time, training, attention.

even when you get someone who seems outstandingly good on many aspects -- very tidy, hardworking, likes to cook, cooks well, introverted, nice.

and for the last few days, it has been getting on my last nerve ending that every day i end up "getting arranged."

NO, I like you and all that but please do not arrange me and all my stuff :(. It makes me very very unhappy. I don't want to be arranged in front of me, or behind my back. Just leave me alone. WAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

I do not like having things tidy per se. Tidy is not my priority. I like for my stuff to make sense to me (pumps this shelf, flats this shelf, trainers here, hehe) so they're easier to pick out, rather than for them to be just tidy.

I have stuff from when we moved years back that are in storage because there's just too much to deal with. Am trying to sort through them so I know what to give away. Please do not put them away while am still going through them because I'll just have to pull them back out again. Every day till I'm done.

So there. I'm having to have to spell out the don'ts. It takes hard work to be happy.

I have a right to my mess, and I'm claiming it :P

X marks the spot :P

Extraverted iNtuitive Thinking Judging
by Joe Butt
Profile: ENTJ
Revision: 3.0
Date of Revision: 27 Feb 2005


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"I don't care to sit by the window on an airplane. If I can't control it, why look?"

ENTJs have a natural tendency to marshall and direct. This may be expressed with the charm and finesse of a world leader or with the insensitivity of a cult leader. The ENTJ requires little encouragement to make a plan. One ENTJ put it this way... "I make these little plans that really don't have any importance to anyone else, and then feel compelled to carry them out." While "compelled" may not describe ENTJs as a group, nevertheless the bent to plan creatively and to make those plans reality is a common theme for NJ types.

WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Everyone who has ever flown with me on a plane knows what this is about. (I never never never look out the window, I just wait for the crash. Wahahahaha). So do those I have trained my big-eyed bossy gaze on (and claim to have trembled in fear). Wahahahahaha. I guess the MBTI personality profile is a smart'un. Wahahahaha.

"TRADEMARK: -- "I'm really sorry you have to die." (I realize this is an overstatement. However, most Fs and other gentle souls usually chuckle knowingly at this description.)

ENTJs are decisive. They see what needs to be done, and frequently assign roles to their fellows. Few other types can equal their ability to remain resolute in conflict, sending the valiant (and often leading the charge) into the mouth of hell. When challenged, the ENTJ may by reflex become argumentative. Alternatively (s)he may unleash an icy gaze that serves notice: the ENTJ is not one to be trifled with."

pamana

sa lahat ng mga mahal ko,

naisip ko lang na ang isang gusto kong pamana sa inyo, ay ang

PAGIGING DEDMA (sometimes hehe)

Christmas-wrapper you want? hehe.

extra-large portions!

anyway, my ISTJ self has transformed into an ENTJ.

Long live mutants!

nagmamahal,

heartbrokening kaibigan :)

errrr, now i feel better :D hihi. it helps to list down (as in 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 ...) all the intricate specifics of your sadness, and have someone simply listen, and understand. thanks gid joannie.

here's an excerpt from the latest version of my autobiography, the nth one i've had to write for grad school. hehe.

"I always wrote well.

I always got on the school paper. I remember one weekend, my family camped in my Dad's office doing my elementary school paper. It was called the Bud and Blossom. I was editor in chief. (It appears now that my parents were my staff, hehe).

I graduated honorable mention from grade school. I had two "best friends". One of them has been my housemate for ten years now .... (Wow, we're like, married!) ... The three of us best chums girls, picked three boys to be best friends with us. They agreed. It was strictly arrived at by contract.

Wait. Before all that, came my moment of glory as a beauty queen/ ms. universe (I feel every Filipino girl born to a middle class family grows up thinking she's the most beautiful girl in the world, destined to be ms. universe.)

When I moved schools in fourth grade (my family moved back to the city proper, from two towns away), every guy in class had a crush on me. One Saturday in school, they all hung around me at the playground while I was waiting for my parents to pick me up. I also kept getting calls from them at home but they didn't really talk to me. They pretended to be scary.

I had no idea what it was all about, really.

Years later, I would regret having been too introverted, shy, and out of it, to have made the most of my heyday with boys.

I would never have that much appeal to the opposite sex again, ever."

imp ossi ble

it's staring at impossible in the face
and accepting it so.

i am faced with the Goliath
of my own conjuring.

but where's my pebble?

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1. i have sat by it
2. i have listened to it
3. i have turned my back on it
4. i have walked round and past it
5. i walked back to look at it
6. i have largely ignored it
7. i have let it be a speck in my peripheral version
8. i have talked to it.

But, Jeez. it's still there.

It must be David-girl who's the problem.

David-girl needs to stand still, till the earth swallows her whole, and not one little detail retains any meaning.

oh goodness me

you know sometimes, things happen that render me speechless, or to be honest, drive me to tears, in the face of what can only be called grace.

it's not like some big bang, it can happen so inconspicuously, so subtly, that if you hadn't been up for it all along, you would never have known how much the universe had shifted. it's like an earthquake where the earth never moved. something like how Phivolcs says the Philippines experiences ten earthquakes a day that are hardly felt.

it's like an all-pervading kindness that just watches out for you, no matter how long it takes. slowly, the continental plates shift and come back together in new arrangements you could hardly have imagined. and it's not you either because contrary to what we all know to be true -- that the solar system actually revolves around each of us, rather than the sun, hehe -- it's all about all of us.

it's also about paying attention. and attending to what comes up that is for you to attend to. i attend to what is so obviously for me to do, and the rest just takes care of itself.

we just each have roles to play in the service of something that can only be Goddess/God.

classic

shiet siya may ka-relasyon na daw siya.

hahahahaha.

today's friendster classic brought to you by

thisblog.

teeheee.

happy birthday, duni!

p.s. pero mas malaki ichu ko hahahaha. alam mo na, protectib ;)

3 kuwentos bago takbo at weewee

Good newses!!! As will T , I get to do a workshop with psych undergrads at their upcoming convention :P will try to inject more psychs with ka-genderan. wehehehe. wushu! am excited. Also, we're now wireless! Thanks to our in-house IT, also called roommie.

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In an old CSI episode, there's been a kidnapping, with a three-hour window of opportunity, when the vic possibly dies. The hubby wants the CSI guys to speed up the investigation. However, the forensic scientist knows the value of being thorough:

Grissom: "In cases like this, we have learned that to go fast, we need to go slow."

Sabat naman si ate, "Sister, that goes for love too." (laughter)

Di papalecture si sister, "So is that why you're still not married?"

Ehehehe! Palusot na lang si Ate, "Yeah, i went fast."

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But seriously, I have had to fend off a thousand well-meaning but tiresome inquiries as to my getting married, and the state of my fats. Ahahahaha. Haaay, I mean I don't care at all except that questions like this seem to put me in a position of having to apologize to people for who I am. Which is unreal. As I already like myselp :D