very funny ;))

right. you have to let me do this for you guys. you, me and fiolo together. let me do your star matrix for you. it's hilarious.

among the things that you can find out are from your universe (the people around you), who are most like you? unlike you? most like each other? from the way you perceive them of course, so it's very subjective. which is the entire point :D

also, you can see who you perceive to be the most masculine, the most feminine, and even the traits that you see as masculine or feminine.

also, who you love? who you hate?

also, you can map out everyone into the good, the bad, and the beautiful.

for starters, i've found out i am most like most intelligent person (gemini sister of the coven ;), employer (Capricorn ex-boss), and others i can't quite remember but you get the drift. wahahahahaha hilarious ;)) scary women all.

my ideal self is like most successful person -- my favorite teacher last semester which makes sense.

lover is somewhere in the middle of people like and unlike me.

let's have fun, shall we :D

no i'm not fine but here i am :)

dear tita eds,

salamat nga pala sa pagtext mo. hayaan mo naiisip din at naintindihan kita. alam kong malungkot talaga ang pagbalot ng dilim sa paligid at ang lamig na nanunuot hanggang ... hanggang sa pag-inom ng isa pang tasa ng hot chocolate. (teka lang, nilalagay nga ba sa tasa ang hot choco, o sa mug lang talaga yon dapat ilagay? :P) hayaan mo at sabay na naman tayong nalulungkot. ikaw dahil sa pagkawala ng init ng araw, ako dahil ... sa wakas ay nahanap at naisuot ko na ang aking hinahanap na sapatos :P. noong nandito ka ay tsinelas, ngayong wala ka ay sapatos naman. salamat na lamang sa aking dalawang paa. ewan ko na lang kung hindi dahil sa paa, baka tuhod o tenga ang mapag-trippan :P.

huhuhu sana'y nandito ka. samahan mo kong tumunganga sa katahimikan, maglakad ng maglakad hanggang sa Pasko na. tapos? tapos wala lang, eh di Pasko na :P. bilhan natin ng bagel ang iyong pinakamamahal at polo na tama ang sukat ng haba. hehehe.

ok ba yon? ;)

nagmamahal,

tita vv

p.s. kasalukuyan akong umiinom ng hot chocolate na nasa ... BASO :D hehehehe.

a long lingering tale mostly of no consequence except to me

a few weeks ago i told myself to buy myself a book on the enneagram for christmas. i've been curious for the longest time what enneagram type i am. i wanted to take the enneagram class last summer but duties and responsibilities hindered me from doing so (I REALLY WANTED TO). and teachers last semester kept bringing the enneagram up.

today i got this sudden hankering for fuschia sneakers. especially because i wore this powder blue dress. (don't mind the frivolity too much, i genuinely need a break these days.)

so i fixed my route to include the mall, and stopped at six stores that could have possibly carried those fuschia sneakers but they didn't have it in my size. on my way to store three, i went past a book sale, glanced at the window, and doubled back in one second. one enneagram book for sale for P290 (brand new ones sell for P800 up). with a nice fuschia cover. (nice touch eh?)

four shoe stores after the book purchase, i sat down for a bite, sans shoes, and started reading. i read very quickly, i was due at school and was in a hurry to discover my enneagram type. ran off to school wondering why while i could relate with some types i read, there didn't seem to be one that was mostly me -- the good the bad and the beautiful, so to speak ;).

tonight, i KNOW it. at the very end of the checklists and the descriptions, i am type one. i know it even more from reading the recommendations for type one personalities. i'm sure you'll agree :D here goes some of "my journey" (from Understanding the Enneagram by Don Richard Riso):

1. Learn to relax. Take some time for yourself, without feeling that everything is up to you or that what you do not accomplish will result in chaos and disaster. Mercifully, the salvation of the world does not depend on you alone, even though you may sometimes feel it does.

2. You have a lot to teach others and are probably a good teacher, but do not expect others to change immediately. What is obvious to you may not be as obvious to them, especially if they are not used to being as self-disciplined and objective about themselves as you are about yourself. ...

3. It is easy for you to work yourself up into a lather about the wrongdoings of others. And it may sometimes be true that they are wrong. But what is it to you? ...

4. Your Achilles' heel is your self-righteous anger. You get angry easily and are offended by what seems to you to be the perverse refusal of others to do the right thing -- as you have defined it. ...

5. One of the most difficult things for Ones is to learn to allow people to be as they are and to come to decisions on their own. ...

at their best, Type Ones become The Wise Realists practicing tolerance. At their worst, they are The Punitive Avengers (with seven other levels in between).

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here are some recommendations for Type Fours:

1. always remember that your feelings are telling you something about yourself as you are at this particular moment, not necessarily more than that.
2. avoid putting off things until you are "in the right mood." commit yourself to productive meaningful work that will contribute to your good and that of others, no matter how small the contribution may be.
3. self-esteem and self-confidence will develop only from having positive experiences, whether or not you believe that you are ready to have them. therefore put yourself in the way of good. commit yourself to something that will be good for you.
4. avoid lengthy conversations in your imagination, particularly if they are negative, resentful or even excessively romantic. these conversations are essentially unreal ... instead of spending time imagining your life and relationships, begin to live them.
5. talk openly with someone you trust. ... you need both to express your feelings spontaneously and to have someone react honestly. you may well discover that you are not as different or as much of an outsider as you sometimes feel you are. paradoxically, one of the surest ways of "finding yourself" is by being in a relationship with someone else.

womanity/ witches

Hermione burst into tears.

'There's nothing to cry about!' Harry told her, bewildered.

'You two are so stupid!' she shouted, stamping her foot on the ground, tears splashing down her front. Then, before either of them could stop her, she had given both of them a hug, and dashed away, now positively howling.

'Barking,' said Ron, shaking his head. 'Harry, c'mon, they'll be putting up your scores ...'

-- the Goblet of Fire

ay!

brownman revival makes me laugh ;)). tara let's (wish it need not be at X though, that's like inhaling pure smoke.)

INTRO
Uno, dos, tres, kwatro


CHORUS
Lintik na pag-ibig
Parang kidlat
Puso kong tahimik na naghihintay
Bigla mong ginulat


'Di ko man lang napansin ang iyong pagdating
Daig mo pa ang isang bagyong namuo sa malayo
Ihip ng hangin biglang nag-iba
Sinundan pa ng kulog at kidlat
Sa biglang buhos ng iyo sa akin
Ako'y napakanta


[Repeat CHORUS twice]


Mga halik mo't mga lambing, inuulan mo sa akin
Binabaha, binabagyo na ako ng iyong mga cariño
Nananaginip ba ako nang gising
Ay, tinamaan ng magaling
Nadali mo ang puso ko ng iyong kidlat


[Repeat CHORUS twice]


AD LIB
Lintik, lintik, woh woh woh
Parang kidlat


[Repeat 2nd Stanza]
[Repeat CHORUS twice]


Lintik, lintik, woh woh woh
Parang kidlat

please show up

your presence is important :)

there's also a politics to presence, the politics of showing up.

for instance, my big boss of two weeks, almost hyperventilating from his work anxieties, wanted me to be there in his presence working away on this one particular day. though i wanted to indulge him just to reassure him that everyone was on top of the paper including me, i wasn't free that entire afternoon, so i walked past his frown and out the gate.

(i was sure though that the world would continue to turn without me that afternoon... i had done my part, and it was the others' turn, and i would be back on track the next day.)

but i understood -- having learned this the hard way long ago -- that sometimes it's necessary or diplomatic or reassuring or political to be there. or at least let others know where you're at and how. if, for no other reason than to make them feel better :D.

whilst

sounds like a combination shush-and-pssst (shut up but take notice....wwwwwhhhilllssst)

whilst is the one word i have as yet to think to use in all that i have written in my decades of existence in the wide wide world... whilst :D

whist i may not have done so, "whilst" was the favorite word of the bevy of writers that came together to work on the synthesis report of ngo's to this zerten bank on its policy on tubeeeeeeeeg (as in "tubeeeeeeg, ano ba iyan wala na namang tubeeeeeg." or "tubeeeeg ang mahal na ng tubeeeeeeg.").

so there. whilst there were the many who helped in bits and pieces, after sitting in front of Fiolo laftaf for 13 hours straight, more or less excepting the times i got water, coffee, gobbled dinner, and went to the "washroom", i found myself at three in the morning typing THE VERY LAST PARAGRAPHS that were being debated, discussed and dictated to me by three MEN, one sri lankan (amusing), one british (bright), and one dutch (my favorite).

and the punchline is, just at that particular moment, they were brainstorming the ngo recommedations on gender.

wahahahahaha. three dedicated men and the braindead feminist typist. ;))

"frendz"

roommie arrives. dumps bag. "want some food for the gods?"

"no thanks."

roommie (didn't hear my answer): "i bought it as my Christmas gift to you."

me (louder, with conviction): "NO."

what food for the gods? wahahahaha ;))material girl.

********

in retaliation, universe sends me an email:

Only our true friends tell us when we have a dirty face.
Sicilian quote

yes. that's what today's futureminder email said to me. wahahahaha.

********

true friends know when a song is your song. thanks for the download, dd ;)!

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p.s. errr, akira, i disagree. i don't think having issues with the term "manhole" is hardcore feminism. maybe OC (like your wiping the wet table thang that i do too to my amusement) but not hardcore, no. now, if only men only fell down manholes! ooops, maybe that's hardcore feminism? hahahaha. man-hatred, more like. :)

kabilugan ng buwan

elegantly_wastedlady: eto po-ako inaaliw ko sarili ko at nalulungkot ako
themundaneandthedivine: sige aaliwin kita ng mga kalungkutan ko
themundaneandthedivine: hmmm nakakaaliw ba yon?

dear ms. elegant,

naalala mo yong librong binabasa ko once upon a boracay? (naalala ko ang mga bakasyon dahil sa mga librong binabasa ko habang gumagala). yong tungkol sa mag best friend tapos binabasa ko pa nga sa inyo habang tayo'y nakahilata sa puting buhangin ang mga nakakatuwang bahagi. katulad ng pagkuwento ng main character kung paano siya pinalaki ng dalawang babae -- ang nanay niya at tita niya at kung paano magkaibang magkaiba ang magkapatid pero natutunan niya sa dalawa ang kanyang mga kailangan matutunan tungkol sa buhay at sa kanyang sarili? at di ba natuwa din ako sa kung paano niya pinakilala ang kanyang asawa dahil sinamahan niya ito ng kuwentong astrology?

naging absorbing masyado ang nobelang yon dahil naging malagkit at masalimuot ang istorya simula sa bandang gitna. naalala ko kasi doon sa huli kung paano hirap na hirap siyang ipaliwanag sa asawa niya kung paano nahihirapan siya sa tuwing tila pumapasok sa black hole ang kanyang partner at nakaiwan siyang nakatanga. iniiba iba niya ang kanyang reaksyon. merong nagiging malambing, merong nagagalit, merong pabaya, merong tila hinahatak niya muli ang kanyang asawa sa agos at daloy ng buhay. naintindihan niya ang asawa niya pero ang gusto niya lang sabihin, may sinisingil din sa kanyang kalakasan ang mga ganoong pagkawala, at kung sana lang, huwag naman lagi, o di kaya'y huwag na lang. siya kasi ang sumasalo, siyempre kailangan may sasalo, at kahit papaano may hinihinging bawi ang mga ganitong kaganapan. may bumibigay din doon sa nagbibigay.

nagustuhan ko kasi ang nobelang yon. naalala ko siya sa ngayon. naalala ko rin na pinabasa ko sa yo iyon at sabi mo, nagustuhan mo rin.

nagmamahal,

mundane

just a thought

under construction:

in the process of
rearranging recreating our minds
our hearts our bodies
our very cells minutest of personal details
our spaces our time our lists
in order to accomodate, errrrr, embrace
each other. to be like
velcro: detachable/attachable. careful,
souls are silk, and velcro has ruined many of my bikinis.

thank the angels.

Too many ILYs in one bad poem

I love you
says my spirit but I hesitate to say,
so soon after an altercation,
where it could be: released:
one, grease for the pan, ingredient for smoothing over
or two, blackmail for peace a bribe for renewed affection.

Not that.
Not now anyhow.

I love you.

Like the smell that wafts from freshly baked banana bread (mmmm);

Like my smile on overhearing something funny,
the child chasing his sibling down the carless street, screaming mali ka! mali ka! (the judgments one so young learns to make!)

Or my taxi driver and I grimly amused on hearing the radio announce a rally exactly where we’re going
(but I knew, I was, in reality, going there; just that taxis have been known to refuse on hearing that street name, what more with a rally there).
Or how when we got there, the traffic flowed, all’s well and everybody’s happy: rallyists, driver, moi.

I love you: the child’s singsong voice, when he’s freshly scrubbed and ready for school when the sun rose in the East barely an hour ago (oh what do I know).

But that it is so.

hmmmp.

i am seriously disappointed.

my bid for geekdom has been temporarily thwarted!

HA!

double HA! (haha!?! lol ;)) )

generally, i got grades a step lower than expected, so i probably have a better opinion of myself. hehehehe!

but anyway, for the record (LOL), it's A-, B+, A-, and an A, according to my sked last semester. and the thing i am most happy about is the A, of course :D. i think i predicted an A, A-, A and A-. ;))

as for other letters, congrats to the cheerers and cheerleaders of yesterday's O-U-S-T pep rally. what a pretty lively sight! :D

as for still other letters, i really like being de facto team member (often without my knowledge hehehe!) over there at C-A-T-W. looking forward to 2006 with you ;) (HB take note).

o siya lalalala, i have to earn more money to buy more tsinelas, and carry out my geek girl campaign. i leave you with vika's words of consolation: "Haha ok na yan, d rin naman cool matawag na straight A student. :)"

*insert bitter laughter here*

;))

you know it's a 'war'

situation when, despite my vast humongous bed, and the dusty single beside it, i pull the folding tokyo bed into the bedroom, open it, dress it up, and lie down to rest my eyes.

this all means, all the papers i need (plus whatnot) are spread out on the vast humongous bed and i am seriously out of time, inclination, energy to move my papers off it to rest a bit because i am needing to stay up thru the night, and get on with this long winding story of how projects in the water sector in various Asian countries have failed.

i am seriously serious. lol. i am remaking several years' worth of karma tonight, i swear ;)

immersed in the world of Carol Shields (to distract me from unbelievable ADB hypocrisies)

"Thank you for releasing me from your loins," my middle daughter, Christine, said to me today, October twelfth, which happens to be her seventeenth birthday.

Loins. Where had she got a word like loins? "It's from Tom Wolfe's novel," she explained. "It means uterus. Or else womb."

She was standing in the kitchen and eating a breakfast of leftover pizza and washing it down with a mug of apple juice.

"You're welcome," I said, and then, to keep the rhythm of our conversation going, I added, "It was a pleasure."

-- excerpt from UNLESS, by Carol Shields (a lovely book btw)

Happy Birthday today to my first and only daughter, and sister, (hehehe), DUNI TAMARI. Those born on the 8's are somewhat espeyshal :D.

afraid

Back to Rhonda with the ringlets :) (yes, when Starting Over moved from Chicago to LA, life coach Rhonda started sporting ringlets. A bit disconcerting but hey, idol ;)) )

You know how it is, you started reading a book a few days back, set it aside, and then something rises to the surface in your full glass of water :P. In Fearless Loving, Rhonda starts by saying everyone lives in fear, and loves from fear. She asks, what are your fears about love? In effect, what are your myths about love?

Me: I love but I am always afraid that love will willfully hurt me. Like there you (I) am, loving, open, vulnerable, and love (your lover) turns around and bites you in the butt (buttbites you). I am always afraid of being surprised like that, so, often, particularly after bad moments (bad moments are bound to happen anyway, whether intentionally, unconsciously, accidentally or synchronously), I will say to myself, wag na lang. And withhold my love. Or try to anyway. Which could be a good or bad thing depending on the person I love, but especially if it’s a good person who loves me, withholding my love and trust just ends up hurting me and loved one.

A lot of this fear came from my experience with most difficult ex, where we would get together, and we’d be happy, and I’d be happy and trusting. And then a few hours later, or a day, or a week, I’d be with a gf, and this gf would know some things that bf did, and the house of cards would once again come toppling down. And the things that ex-bf did weren’t things that were or could have just been mis-read. He really did cheat on me, he was always hurting what we had, was very often bad, no ifs or buts.

I got used to hearing bad news, became expert at taking it calmly, suspending reaction, going on with my daily life. (And who sees how your spirit bleeds? Sometimes not even yourself.)

And before anyone goes and says, well it was my fault after all, I should have known better, blah blah blah blah, you should know that one shouldn’t be tried and executed for trying, trying again, going out on a limb, hoping, blah blah blah. After all, love is a process, it takes two to tango--- in this case, two plus plus plus -- and I eventually learned or as what often happens, was forced to learn :). Also, on hindsight, in the tradition that Rhonda is trying to spread, he was obviously operating from a lot of fear. More fear than I ever, would ever live with, coming also from his experiences of love and life.

But my point in bringing up the deader than dead past (alleluia) is that such experiences can very powerfully shape one’s notions and fears of love, and can greatly influence how one proceeds with life and relationships. Sometimes without me seeing it, it’s like I’m walking forward but with arms raised warding off imaginary blows. Which as you can imagine, is not a very joyful way of walking.

Remembering all this now makes me understand again what I am afraid of, why I’m afraid of bad news (because in the past, bad news came and hurt me), and why I am most leery of opening my arms wide for an embrace, and being willfully, intentionally, or thoughtlessly hurt still.

To each his or her own crosses, but we must rise :).

on the subject of matter

Rosie Spence lit a cigarette. "I used to come here sometimes with the man who was kind. He loved me -- I think now he did. I didn't see that then -- but I didn't see then how I could matter to anyone. D'you understand?"

- Mr. Golightly, by Sally Vickers

when my subconscious sings, i listen ;)

Still in all I'm happy
The reason is, you see
Once in a while along the way
Love's been good to me.

flowers for you

the Diego workshop at the Fourth Young Men's Camp. Each graduate got a certificate, and a flower. hehe.

search and rescue

on flights back from CDO, the hands that lug the baggage look out for escaping lanzones :D



and so did we


ALL GONE.

i learned

1. dear mum, after nine months, i finally took the time to learn to use the dustbuster. hehehe! in fact, i was holding fiolo laftaf upside down while chatting with roommie while using the dustbuster on it (not the world's wisest maneuver but fast). thanks for it :D

2. i've just learned that roommie was actually an ENGINEERING STUDENT for a year before she became a psycho. wahahaha, the things you don't know when you're preoccupied with your lovelife :D pity, i like women engineers.

3. i learned one other thing, i swear, but i forgot already :D

and, besides

the only reason i get so frustrated is because i want to be in a loving relationship with you. yes, you ralph macchio. yes, you johnny depp. (gotcha! ;) ... and besides in someone's laboratory, someone was seriously torn between patrick of the opera, and john high fidelity hehehe)

unfortunately, it can't be just on my terms. (sigh, that would make it all so much easier, hahahaha). nor yours. we have to make up our common terms. maybe we should have a business meeting. hahahaha. sit down and find something we can agree on, so each one takes and finds offense at less things in the future.

but it's true though. i do want to be in a loving relationship with you. can you see it? ;) can you feel it? ;) i mean, a loving relationship? :)

i spy with my mind's little eye ;))

a scary girl like me

aaaaaaaaaarggggghhh. this is a bitchy post, be warned.

i've had our "general" cleaner, the electrician and the plumber over in the last few days, and i'm just about tired of them all. introvert girl always has to work up energy and motivation to be able to sustain having to supervise many people in her own home, also called the place of rest and quiet where may it please me not to have to talk to a single soul for hours on end. i mean they're all nice but it's trying to "have people" for several days even if it's for my purposes such as a cleaner leak-proof house with lights. hahahaha.

(plus, i talked with the engineer again today after successfully avoiding contact for probably a year now, and he still doesn't listen. hahaha. probably his antenna was up -- uh-oh, there's this girl again who hates my guts).

i've also been bouncing from cleaning, to reading, to examining my conscience (must get to my nice racket NOW) and while i'm picking up some good tips and thoughts from Starting Over coach Rhonda in her book Fearless Love, it's also adding to my frustration (mostly because I wanted the book to solve my problems for me :D hahaha, but I discover that I already know a lot of what's in it, and think I'm living many of the ideas already. not all though. hahahaha)

anyway, now i know (as if i didn't) that i really want the 2 C's and 1 R. yes, i think only commitment, communication, and responsibility will work. commitment because with all the growing up that each person has to do in this life, and all the personal stuff that gets tickled when in relationship with another, it will really need commitment (stick-to-it-iveness) to be able to make progress (or rather a loving life and better persons). otherwise, a hundred fresh starts will do you no good. because people are "comprehensive" (hahahaha) -- they are never just wonderful, they're also annoying as hell. while you may want to cuddle with them 7 times out of ten, three times you want to throw them out the window. and the gap time may just be seconds. (oh yeah, i forgot the times when you don't really feel too strongly one way or the other -- to chuck or to hug, that is the question.) so only commitment ensures you're there for the comprehensive education program it often becomes (while joyful, fun and funny, also often boring, tiresome, and despite your best efforts, you may not often get good grades)

communication too because our ESP powers aren't as yet fully developed, and while there are a thousand ways to relate, direct, kind, loving and mutual communication makes up the bigger chunk of relationship. otherwise, if you weren't communicating, you would in fact be, by yourself, or with others. not together, in relationship. or more specifically, while i enjoy sharing about myself, and appreciate being remembered, it is not a relationship if you don't share about you.

and third responsibility. while i do many things wrong, it takes responsibility to realize that i don't really "do" those things to you. i don't make you feel what you feel, or make you react the way you do. it's you and your experience or your stuff that does that, not me. so, take responsibility. i am innocent.

and damn it, vice versa.

:P

super tired

aaaaaaargh. have been at work the whole day, sorting and filing my papers.

ALL MY PSYCH PAPERS ARE NOW FULLY SORTED, FILED, and dutifully STORED to keep away from dust, just waiting for the comps. hehe. (let's not talk about my other papers ;) )

my extra single bed is now fully visible ;))

i have finished crumpling and throwing out tons of receipts and whatnot.

and i have found the following:
1. the luggage lock i got from dad ;))
2. finally! my frequent customer spa card! hahaha.
3. my printer receipt so i can now go have my printer fixed

plus i have just been working on the bad girl scrapbook HB gave me in long-ago January. hehe.

plus Manong plumber and I were right, the leak to our first floor ceiling was coming from the neighbors. ha.

plus i am now fully apprised again of just where all my current files are (bills, bills, letters, pieces of my life).

but am so tired :(

all in a day's tiks ...

... email, chat...

*confirmd na July 16, 2006 wedding namin. hehe humanda ka pag may iba kang plano sa araw na to.
a long time gf, whom i shared my bed with, once upon a "homeless" time hehehe.

*tara! tara! tara! :) saan? saan? saan? :)
buddha excited to tell about her

*ate v, thanks for making me feel at home always ...:) :)
ate j who makes really good ampalaya salad

*uncle sam said hi, hehe. how are you cousin dear?
my cousin (uncle sam is his departed dad)

*...you need to be with someone! on the other hand, you ignore me kinda fierce when you do.
my drama king guy friend

*p___! anlamig na dito!
guy friend in a strange new country


* takang taka na talaga ako sa kanya ba't di niya nakikita kung ano meron siya ... pero ang sarap kasi magkarelasyon na partners talaga kayo di ba?
babae, nagtataka. hahaha.

*hey sisterrrrr ... this is my 3rd attept at writing you an email. i tried twice last night when i got in from work but when i accidentally pressed 'back' after
finishing my second attempt it was alread 4:30am and i needed to sleep! ...
i just wanted to say thank you for the email you sent ... it certainly made me feel a lot better and a lot more at ease about my decisions. i have just decided to leave them and let them come round.
my sister who, thankfully, tells me about herself, and whom i am glad to be able to help.

the way i cook ;)

being ever-ready Capricorn person, the thought of a long holiday makes me think of food shortages or closed shops, and sends me to the grocery queues with a full cart.

hence, last sunday's shop that included a packet of chicken drumsticks, and sinigang mix, as i thought i'd experiment with tita eds' not-so-secret fried chicken recipe. so too with the packet of pork chops, as i remembered roommie's pride in marinating-- she said, just a bit of calamansi and salt, then grill them! and the two long bitter gourds, with the matching spicy vinegar for a salad.

back at home i settled down to crumpling old receipts, sorting papers, and working towards the general aim of a new life, and a clean(er) household. but ate joan got bored, and asked to prepare the ampalaya. after a while, ensconced in the middle of papers, i asked, why doesn't she go ahead and do the chicken, in her Mana's tradition, to which she smilingly agreed? mwah, it was a yummy well-rounded dinner indeed :D.

yesterday, i asked ate v to buy food, forgetting for a minute the invitation for an intimate lunch at shakey's, where i joyfully slurped a super chocolate shake, mmmm.

today, roommie and i finally find each other in the same place-- our house, after months of meeting in the hallway and communicating thru text. i put out the porkchops to thaw, cooked rice, went upstairs for a while. hours later, i come down and roommie is taking out some spicy sauce to marinate the pork chops.

moi: di mo matiis? (grin)
roommie: oo

and hence, that is the way i cook :D. with a lot of good intentions, without much effort, and a healthy appetite.

hehehe.

ding - dong

goes the new doorbell :D

it ensures we don't get irate at visitors even before we see them (the previous buzzer could wake up the dead...BUZZZZZZZZZZ, or give you a heart attack). needless to say, it contributed nothing to good relations with bill collectors.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE INAANAK :D
(my other kumares don't read this blog so there, hehehe!)
aemonich, the wonder child future president and ballet dancer :D

oh my goddess, you're just only three, but speak with a BIG voice, can articulate WELL, and have this smart sassy funny sense of humor. and i love the way you reached out your hand to be held, when you got scared of the shower nozzle. aemon elias, few adults know how to do that -- reach out in a fright, and know that love is available.

bless you :) (and your parents too)

say what?

Ate V, and Mang Fernan the early electrician, are asking after the Christmas tree.

SIGH.

so very into

IT

you know when you want something, anything, to turn out well, you really put yourself into it? :D

it's like an unspoken unconscious rule that we imbibed somewhere along the way. and so when something really matters to us, automatically, we put ourselves into it.

when we have work to do, and we want to do well, we really (here i go again) ... put ourselves into it :D

and when something we were responsible for didn't end up fantabulous, we know deep in our hearts it was because we didn't put ourselves into it :)

or you know how sometimes there's something we have to do, and we get all stressed out because we really want to do it, and do it well, but our plates are full, so we really can't put ourselves into it. and we hate that (i know i do).

and so, too with relationships. how will friendships prosper (the ones we want to prosper anyway) if we don't really put ourselves into the friendships? no, they won't, not really. well at least, my best friendships are the ones where i am most me, i am in it. or for instance, parenting. if we don't take the time, it's not going to happen.

put that way, it's so simple pala. hahahaha ;))

it's like cleaning house. it's never going to get REALLY clean if you don't get down and dirty. it gets as clean as the effort and expertise you put into it.

and so i've realized, that's also what being in the moment means. you have to be in your moment, to make that moment count :D

i know that when i play hooky, i have to make sure i am very into playing hooky that time or else it won't work. i'd have missed class/work, and not enjoyed the escape as much, having been plagued by guilt.

so anyway, things -- work, relationships, this very second, life -- only work out well pala if we are really into it :D hahahaha.

i mean i knew that, but not quite :P

p.s. and this is also why, when we've put ourselves into it and it didn't work, then we get our hearts broken. it hurts more than if we hadn't. but at least, we did, and we'll have less what-if's. other than, what if we hadn't put ourselves into it? hehehe.

wistfully, regretfully, gladly

:)

as the filipinos go on a four-day weekend, i end mine :)

drifted thru four restful days, slept, read more golightly (go lightly),
saw mambo kings drank coffee in an earthen mug on those rainy days
walked for meals made a budget, and thus prepared, wilfully wrecked
it, wrote sorted arranged in my head what was next, went to see those
who asked, was busy kept happy mostly alone with my self and my self,
even my thoughts went away.

today, i've gone back to work. i dance to my own rhythm, sing to my own tune.

but right this moment, i am so very sleepy.

want to catch a nap with me? ;)

ma-joy-pops

ma-joy-pops, originally uploaded by Pansy.

Wait, let's make that bigger.

ANG GANDA NI NANAY :)

ma-joy-pops

ma-joy-pops,
originally uploaded by Pansy.

ang ganda ni nanay :)

Why it’s worth it

Some people will say that teaching young men to be gender-sensitive is wasting meager resources that can be more helpfully directed to services for women. Or rather, why spend money on the men instead of the women who are the victims of male abuse?

But if we don’t teach the men, how can they change? I was lucky, the first time I joined the young men’s camp, I documented for J’s workshop. She drew widely and deeply from personal experience, from personal relationships, on things both superficial and substantial. Like how choosing or making a gift for a loved one is a pleasure women and men should experience, and take time on. Or how women love sensitive men, those who will take the time to understand (who will train themselves to make pakiramdam). Or how women love men who are expressive, and will show their appreciation of the women in their lives. Or how men are stressed by the burden of breadwinning, and cheated out of caring for their kids, or tricked out of perfectly healthy and natural ways of flowing with life: crying, laughing, hugging, showing one’s affection.

That when women and men are given the opportunities to develop fully, wholly, to be able to be emotional and nurturing, and relating, and to be able to achieve and nurture ambition, they are better persons for it. Able to touch on and learn from the vast experiences that life has to offer, able to develop in more complex ways, able to share more with each other, being more of themselves.

I was lucky to be in J’s workshop because I learned a lot from her, and could relate with her completely. Teaching young men is a lot like teaching the significant male others in your life how you want to be loved and treated. While I often shy away from training because I often feel I will run out of things to say, I could relate with teaching boyfriends. Sometimes when you love someone, there’s just no other way to get treated better by that someone you love, other than to teach them how to do it and why.

Of course, I would prefer not to have to teach it too. Who wouldn’t? That the men would try to figure out by themselves how things could be better, or how to love their S.O. more fully without having to be prompted or being given a step-by-step comprehensive sweetheart-improvement course. I often think that people have a responsibility or at any rate, are equipped with the intelligence and the hearts to come upon the more subtle, more just, and wiser things in life. But sometimes, they really won’t unless you point it out. And then too, it can also be just a matter of skill and technique making the difference in terms of intimacy and happiness.

So there we were, teaching young men that mutuality is the way to go in relationships – that mutual pleasure is more rewarding than performance, that power-with is more fulfilling than power-over, that everyone eats so everyone must also do the dishes.


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And speaking of the dishes, love is really a lot like doing the dishes.

I used to go into all kinds of rages when housemates took the dishes for granted for too long.

Or rather, by letting the glasses pile up, they seemingly assumed that the glasses will become clean by themselves. (And I wasn't even very strict, I think. I can stand dirty glasses for a few days or so, just not most of the time).

But they wouldn't, would they? Someone's gotta wash them. And so if you gotta drink, you gotta wash.

A lot like love. If you go the passive way most of the time in a love relationship, it doesn't mean love happens when one is passive. It could, yes. But not all of the time or half of the time, at least. When you're being passive, and just waiting for someone to make things happen, or do the bulk of caring, it probably means, someone is. Now that isn't very fair or feel very good for that other someone. Passive can mean, you're passing it on. While you're drinking it in.

Yes, love also means work. But it's work that leads to more love and pleasure, and terrifically worth it, given half a chance (just ask HB! :D).

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Having said all that, here's how to love me. Hahahaha. How about that? A little instruction booklet to go with myself ;)) This is all a little tongue in cheek, btw :) so don't take this post too seriously unless you really have to. Hehehehe.

I don't require much. I can eat by myself, amuse myself, talk to myself, love myself. Failing that, I also have really intimate friends and family I can be with.

1. Some witty repartee: have fun with me thru text or yahoo messenger or email or in person.

2. Some food fests: let's spend some time indulging our taste buds together

3. Some cozy time: the best part of a gf/bf is the license to hug and kiss when you're feeling blue or just want some cuddling

4. Some bonding time: I want to be able to tell you about me, and you about you

5. Some quiet time: I love it when people I love are nearby, and we don't even have to talk.

Now, five "some times" don't really add up to all the time, I promise. I'm flexible, and can go for longish no-togetherness periods for as long as I know I'm appreciated. That said, in those times:

6. Think of me sometimes in a day, say hi.

7. And tell me about you too :) Sometimes just a short disposition or location update makes all the difference, no explanations needed always. Just, hey I'm in blank. Or hey I'm blank. I don't need to know where you are most of the time doing what, but particularly when we're apart, I want to be able to imagine where you are, thinking what, feeling what. You know, just an idea of where my love is right now. Because my love's like that, even if you aren't. And how hard is it to give that when it means you keep Vivi happy? Hehehe.

8. Be free with the affection :) like it's not a prize in a contest that I have to win. If I love you, I probably really love you no matter what which means you can probably be almost anything and do almost anything (except make it with my friends) so you probably have nothing to fear or to regret and everything to gain which means there won't be anything wrong with being affectionate back. And nothing to be gained by being masungit and mataray except hurt me when I'm tired of it

9. Make time for me too. I can probably deal with all the other things you need to do, if you can make time for me too, along with all those, and not put me at the end of the list, at the if-when section. I'll see you if I finish this today and then, I'll see you only for thirty minutes. Chances are, you might not finish it today anyway, so you might as well see me today for 45 minutes. Hehe! I mean, pencil me in, make me a part of your system :) and this need not be everyday at all. Just don't leave our seeing each other to the fates all the time, to the rain or to the traffic situation.

P.S. I too have other things to do. Making time for me ahead means I'm not the one who gets by default, the task of freeing time when you say you're free. Because when it's taken so long to see you, chances are, I'll want to see you already too.

10. I feel a little more needy when I'm away, or when I've just gotten back from somewhere far, and chances are, will adore some alone time with you asap.

11. Everything is negotiable, given a loving attitude. And I can give as good as I get, and more at the times necessary (when you're the one feeling needy).

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And yes it's a free will universe so given all of the above, you can stay a sexist young man/ man if that's what you want...

You can choose to be a lazybones lover, if that's what you want...

And you can say no to me :). It's allowed. (I'd probably wish the wrath of women on you, but I doubt that it would work. Given the state of society, there are a hundred more women willing to love.)

But no, really. In the end, it's about us-- you and me and he and she, and our individual journeys and lessons, and the collective growth we gather together from living out our life's destinies (and don't let that scare you free-will advocates, destiny stems from one's choices).

And I'm too chatty this Tuesday, thus far. :D

recent scenes from an old friendship

1) late night: you listening intently while old tales of heartbreak were told over shakes, fiolo laftaf open, research paper forgotten, on another table. friendship first.

2) middle of the afternoon: you nodded, and i'd turn the page, and we'd read on further into the novel together, mr. golightly by sally vickers. outside, the propellers hummed, turning, propelling us, in airplane, home.

3) lunch: deep into my exam week, hours all accounted for, you padded down the stairs and we discussed, lunch. with the delivery, i left papers, and we ate, a quick half-hour of food and friendship, filling.

4) afternoon: a stressed week behind, and one ahead, i insisted on a retail break, and we walked miles of mall searching for the perfect flip-flop for my fussy feet. you looked at me fitting, and said "happy." enough of that, we slid down our seats for the fantabulous Spanish movie (where the women wore sexy heels).

5) evenings: i was lucky. i caught both your crab dinners -- shell-breaking, sawsawan, loads of rice, coke, and laughter. crab-greed and crab delight.

6) anytime: anytime would find us in sala, on sofas, talking intently of our lives, our loves, our selves.

thanks for the company. till next time. take care :).

Back from the Young Men's Camp

M and B met each other
with a kiss at the airport and then,
we drove thru metro streets
to buy dibidees.

at home, i lay down on cool parquet floor
waiting for my swaying soul to
alight align once more with body
already smoothly landed, via PAL

no one asked me to dinner
and i asked no one
stomach grumbling: i thought of
Y's wide bright smile,

P intensely listening and silent
J's shy eyes. young moslem men: mabuhay.
yes, they too live, love, and are lonely
in Tawi-Tawi. as we are.

and oh, how i miss the view.

the importance of pasabi

i wanted to see you on a tuesday
before i flew off on a wednesday
to live another lifetime without you.

but i didn't know where you were
tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday
and the weekend. without you.

because girlfriends jump when you ask them to

Because girlfriends jump when you ask them to -- for a photo opportunity, in solidarity, just because -- we set off for Boracay :)



Hello, blue skies.


Hello, yummy brunch.


Hello, sunny beach.


sailboat sungay




the kissable sunset


keep off the grass at the mall


pissed at love


sigh, that full skinny dipping moon


thank you gfs for a wonderful time. :)


and soon enough, hello smoggy sunset.

sounds bongga

Refinement *
At its highest, this influence denotes a refined spirituality in love, with a total lack of selfishness and a feeling of complete soul-union with a loved one. At its worst, you might be disappointed in a loved one who did not live up to your expectations, which were probably unrealistic in the first place. Daydreaming, probably the most common effect of this influence, is usually harmless and pleasant as long as you are aware of reality. You will experience a refined sense of beauty and a desire to have your surroundings be as lovely as possible. However, you are not in a practical frame of mind and should postpone anything that requires good judgement in relationships or finances. A positive effect of this influence upon relationships is that you feel a selfless kind of love.


The interpretation above is for your transit selected for today:
Venus Conjunction Neptune exact at 06:41
activity period from 11 October 2005 to 12 October 2005.

courtesy of www.astro.com

go!

let me be bold and say these out loud :D let me be kapal if kapal will let the universe know, i'm willing.

i wish our mini-research on synchronicity in therapy can be published somewhere ... why not that psych journal? ;) simply because it's interesting! can be of popular interest! can spark more research! can provoke reflection and growth! wahahaha! ;)) kapal nga.

i wish Maybel's story can be published simply because it is truly a story worth telling (and thus one I truly enjoyed writing). i wish more stories like Maybel's can be written and published as a series. i think HB's group would be willing, when in time, Maybel be willing too.

so there, go! i am willing to do the necessary revisions and additions and expansions. for free, even (ooops. with pay, good too :D). just don't make me write it in filipino. not now, anyway.

prayers for pakistan

oh mother. i'm trying to do a short article on health communication which unfortunately involves disaster communication, and it's hard to do because it means surfing some more on that killer quake in Pakistan. unofficial estimates count 35,000 dead. it's hard to imagine 35,000 people together, more so perished, more so children.

and i am especially scared of earthquakes after that time in 1991 when the lamppost on a street campus started swaying in wide arcs (and that was the least of it then).

and so, prayers for pakistan, and india, and the himalayas.

ditcher

dear chester,

i'm sorry to miss your concert, and the general camaraderie and good times of a hundred like-minded, same groove people (or not) all in one location :D.

i decided to ditch it at half past five, when having passed our 45-page research paper, i recognized that i am two days behind sked, and moreover, am afflicted with this new disease called i-wanna-do-well :D

i have eight articles to submit to that other ngo down that other road, plus an exam tomorrow.

i'm sure it went well. i know you know you always have all my support (psychic or more) in all your endeavors.

lookin' forward to some groovin' gf times with you again soon. trick or treat!

love,

eula

kris aquino wears red on mondays

the other day, my new black slippers weren't enough to top up missing you.
i stood leaning sideways on the bathroom wall and cried.
sometimes, it's not true that love comes from nowhere.
it comes from hidden spring or perhaps a plant,
that likes being sung to.
(but still, it's there. of course, it's there.
was there ever a threat it wouldn't be?)

today, finally the blazing hot sun.
will beat on me when i finally submit that lovely paper i've been slaving on.
wherever you are, may the sun find you too.
and may you think good kind thoughts of me.

oh NO. oh yes ...

Kick me.

I've just left my P157 kilogram of Purefoods bacon bits and ends on the tricycle. And I can't remember anything about the trike except that he followed instructions as to where to pass.

Bread and cheese. That's what's dinner going to be, I guess.

isn't she lovely

Introduction

We learn new things every day. Like keeping company with the very wonderful Stevie, I've just realized that Isn't She Lovely is about a baby! Hehehe! ... I can see the Priestess rolling her eyes! But Priestess, how was I to know the entertaining Perfect Match was actually from Nick Hornby's Fever Pitch?! But as I said, we learn new things daily :D

Isn’t she lovely
Isn’t she wonderful
Isn’t she precious
Less than one minute old
I never thought through love we’d be
Making one as lovely as she
But isn’t she lovely made from love?

*******

But Anyway

My ugly self has reared its head once more. So better stay away till I get it sedated, or it's spent, or lulled by the smell of money, or flushed in the toilet, or melted away by my love and amusement. Or drowned in milk chocolate.

It's the usual. Everyone has a shadow. And I have finally finally realized that when I start to get that feeling, yes, that feeling when-I-ask-now, I-mean-now or-else-I-will-explode and-now, and that why-do-I-feel-like-I'm-that-fixture-in-your-life-again-that-you-take for-granted, make-some-effort-and-now!, I must keep it to myself. Hahaha. While it's in combustible form anyway.


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Gifted with that rare experience, a smooth and worry free taxi ride in the dark of night, I flattered myself wondering if my love holds you up, too, like a beam of light picks out, and holds, an actor on a stage. Love like light, both wave and particle (now you know tita e, why I asked you about Einstein). Love like a sunbeam, love like a spotlight that warms you. Without you knowing or needing that or not.

...

......

half-time

ambot na lang kung ngaa nasajahan gid ko ni sang amon research man? kung ginasulat ko na gani, daw nanamitan gid ko kag ginakilig. mga naka 20 na ka "sorry talaga" ang groupmate ko sa akon kay kulang iya gakapasa pero daw mga naka 20 man ko ka "don't worry". hehehe, nasajahan na ako na lang.

it's the only thing that can keep me invisible on yahoo messenger for hours on end, keep me mum on text, and even stop me from harassing him to text me more often. the world disappears.

must go though, have class. must end the paper tonight too. for numbers 5, 6, 7 await. and there's racket, it's number 8.

3/7

pardon me ;D

buttheysaidwehadareallygoodreviewoflit
wewereabletotieupandrelatethedifferentcomplicatedconcepts
plustheysaidtheresultswerewellorganized
andtheyhadnonegativecomments, justencouragingones
isaidthankyouseveraltimes

iwassoglad:D
iguessthisiswhathappenswhenyoulikewhatyou'redoing
youdon'tevenmindatallthatyoudid75%oftheworkofthegroup
ohthankyouuniverseitwasgreatfun:D

synchronicityrocks.

(andthankgoodnessihadthepresencetojotdownmypresence'sfeelings
whenididsoididn'thavetoworryaboutthefinalpaperanymore.
didthreeofsevenontime. kewl:D)

1/7

finished my case study--Maybel's Life--and passed it during class.

whew.

;)

six more to go.

i finally found someone

who can keep an umbrella.

yes, i have. :D

yes, she has.

KEPT

her

umbrella.

well-used too. not locked up in an
aparador somewhere.

she's had it since
high school.
and this am she brought it
with her.
to grad school.

me in my 3-week-old yellow umbrella.
she in her old and faded six years and counting
PAYONG.

ps: buddha and priestess, i dare you. ;))

i live with me, and i am loved :P

on a good day alone, i can get into all sorts of little ecstacies by myself (:P sounds dodgy).

like waking up after a full nine hours sleep ... (on the couch where one collapsed after staggering into the house last night) ... looking in the mirror ... and seeing one's lovely post-sleep complexion :D

like looking into one's cellphone (out of signal for the last nine hours) and seeing another interview confirmation with a research respondent (nevermind that the interview is going to be on the exact afternoon before the actual research presentation)

like after turning and tossing aside brunch options in one's head, one is able to make a yummy meal without having to go out of the house into the hot sun or expending energy indoors for less than five minutes: microwaveable spicy mexican rice from one's mother, roommie's or tita e's can of chunkee corned beef (microwaved too), one's brewed coffee, and for dessert, two sticks of tita e's french chocolate, and short sips of roommie's diet coke. and am set for the day :D

like being able to spread one's stuff around (food on one stool, readings on the other, fiolo laftaf on the coffee table, and diaries on the other tv table) without having to answer to or feel guilty for the mess

and surfing by hbo to catch jeff bridges and barbra streisand's finally found someone movie.

mmmmmmm. yummmmm.

one october

GOOD AM! Welcome to my most productive weekend EVER!

(hehehe, a little mindsetting goes a long long way ;) ... I must write my finals paper, finish my case study, do half of our ppt, etc)

sugilanon

siling sang miga ko, "indi ko bala hungod pero naluyag gid ko kay (ngalan sang migo niya) ..."

hahahahaha. huo huo, ako man ako man. indi ko man hungod. (pero wala ko ya naluyag sa migo niya ah).

nakahambal man siya gani nga ano na ya kuno kadamo lang sang parti sa lab sa blog niya. (pero sige lang kuno, tutal iya man na ya blog). ako man ako man. ginhambal ko man na sa lawas ko. wala man sa ginapagamay ko akon kalibutan no (kay wala man gid, gusto ko gani magdako) ... gakapinsaran ko lang nga mas mayo magkalabot ako sa damo pa nga iban nga bagay. (may ara man ko labot ah, wala ko lang ginagusto isulat).

ayos?

days of october

on tuesday, i submit a case study
on wednesday, we present a research paper, and submit a finals paper
on friday, we submit the final research paper

the week after that...

tuesday, an exam
thursday, submit final long-quiz
friday, submit final end of term paper

and then after that, i go to Boracay.

wahahahahaha.

sabunot self. :D

trickster friendster

wahahahaha. am glad i haven't been up to stalking lately (not that it's a regular habit :P like blogging). someone sent me a friendster smile today, and so, logged in, i discovered that you can now check who looked at your profile in the last 30 days. (friend says you can set your settings to anonymous, but still)

did i really not peek at anyone's profile in the month of September? yeah, i did. guapo mo kasi. love you, pare. hehehe.

ang sa akin lang

Nakakailang kung paano nagtutugma ang lahat ng aking skedyul sa susunod na dalawang buwan. Nakakanerbiyos ng kaunti dahil "to-the-day" ang pagkaayos ng mga magaganap (sila-sila na ang nag-ayos, i swear). Pero magaling pa rin ang pagkaayos dahil walang nagkakasabay (double or multiple-booking) at may tama lang na one-day transitions. Pati ang mga deadline ay mangyayari sa tamang panahon. Ang masasabi ko na lamang ay, katok-katok, Salamat Po!

*******

May bumabagabag sa aking isipan. Nakikinita ko na kailangan ko nang kausapin ang management ng Yoni, ang "aming" grocery, na tigilan na nila ang kanilang anniversary jingle-advert. Hindi talaga nakakatulong. Nakakasira ng grocery experience. Sa halip ng masayahin o soothing music, nakakasira ng araw ang walangtigil na recording. Promise.

********

O siya, hanggang sa susunod at tambak pa ang aking mga gagawin. Pero, masaya naman ;)

oh :)

i miss you already!

and do take care of yourself.

i hope we'll be friends forever.


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hmmmm. as an aside: if i were to propose, that's what i would say :D

bits

i caught myself nodding vigorously to a friend's comment, nodding yes the way you do. (it felt like it.)

*******

a gf telling me about her to-have-a-baby-or-not-to-have-a-baby soon question. said she plans to give birth here. goodie. i replied maybe i should make sabay. which got her excited. her hubby has declared he doesn't want to see her in pain. so maybe, gf and i can hold each other's hands and scream together in the act. hehehe! after all, we did swear to be co-parents long ago.

*******

gf 2: yes you're entitled to emote.
gf 3: yes, that's one thing am absolutely sure of.

gf 2: bakit mo siya nagustuhan?
gf 3: ewan ko. tanungin mo ang puso ko.

naks naman :D

*******

aemon: bravo maya bravo!

HB HB

HB HB,
originally uploaded by Pansy.

Happy Birthday tomorrow Honeybun ;))

May you dance forever and a day.

theme song

it's been a week and am still so in love with:

As now can't reveal the mystery of tomorrow
But in passing will grow older every day ...

julan

possible elements of this sabado:

vick's (hehe)
vit. c
hot stuff (coffee, soup, tea, sinigang)
kumot
textbook
pleasure reading
internet
umbrellas

now that i have ascertained that i have no comment on case study 1 (for racket #2),
let's go to sleep for tomorrow and the day after i have trainors' training (for racket/volunteer work #3)!!!!!!

paumod

in the balanced libra light of day or rain of day (like today),
i know the answer is in paumod.

the answer has always been paumod. :) from day one.
the rule should be, never at the same time.

it's like a seesaw. when one takes the extreme end,
the other has to take the other just to keep the balance.

can i do paumod? :)
(this reminds me of that once rhetorical question,
would i move a million miles for love?)

yes, i can do paumod.
if you'll do paumod too.

(hehehe! that appears to be the only secret to keeping the peace with me
forever and ever, amen. i'll wash the dishes if you'll wash the
dishes too. i'll let your mood pass if you'll let my mood pass
too. my Capricorn nature will give to the nth degree if i can
trust that you'll pull your own weight. lol. it's not as bad or
as mercenary as it sounds, promise. it's quite sweet. and it's
the reason why roommie and i work out.

or i could be wrong ;)) )

pusis

roommie: huy, wag kang aalis bukas. dito lang tayo. magwork tayo. wag kang aalis ha.

pansy: huh? bakit mo ba ako kinukulong? mas possessive ka pa sa bf ko.

roommie: huh? eh hindi naman talaga possessive ang bf mo.

ahahaha

picture this: the girl to my left with her hair up, and wearing eyeglasses has a stack of thesis to her left and is busily typing in the salient points of these onto her laptop. behind me, studious guy is copiously taking notes from his thick textbook.

i, on the other hand, after booting out the girl occupying the table next to the electric socket, have been chatting with dd, dawdled at friendster for a minute, and now am blogging.

all of us in the grand company of bookshelves upon bookshelves of thesis and dissertations, years of pain and joy holding each other up in this small section of my favorite library.

***

the bigger news is that as of 12 minutes ago, i have become officially married. yes. you heard it right.

on friendster. i pronounced myself married. my bridal attire: peach long sleeved top, Levi's low-waist jeans and my brown calf-boots, so there! married and dressed comfily, it doesn't get any better than that! i am even wearing my women-men symbols ring.

hahahaha.

***

on my second try, i still haven't caught the presentation of the research titled "boys don't cry or do they?" i was late to the forum mainly because i was glued to the tv watching this plane with twisted wheels (or something like that) attempt an emergency landing at LAX.

ahhhh, the stuff of my nightmares. every few seconds i'd click to a more cheerful channel.

but they landed safely in the time i finally got into the shower.

whew. my bar of soap, 100+ lives.

***

didn't get to sleep early last night either because tita e and i caught the finale of rockstar inxs (right after i oriented her on all the characters of one tree hill and their various inter-relations) on our beige couch.

what can i say? :D bagay si jd. but contests like this in the end make you think twenty other thoughts about the prize itself. that in the end there's more than one prize, and the original prize isn't really all that it's cut out to be, after all. that you lost, but still, you won.

kasi, the black guy didn't win, the women didn't win, the mabait rocker-theater person Capricorn didn't win, or Libran sweetie blondie Marty didn't win. in the end, JD, the angsty bratty inconsistent but hella sexy singer guy won. worlds have changed and haven't.

ayos lang pareng migs, lika dito hug kita. (hehehe i guess dahon gets marty). so cute, he thanked australia and the philippines. also, that bohemian rhapsody of his (sorry for the stereotype but for lack of a better description), was soooo gay. it was great and all, but i guess, not inxs.

***

and now am stuck wanting to gulp some pepsi and needing the bathroom, but having to defend my socket-available table, and protect my belongings.

***

take care, you.

aht and eating

food and eating out being one of the great urban preoccupations (and cause of cash drain), here are three breakfast tips if you find yourself on matalino st. and immediate side sts.

1. garlic longganisa at alex grill (till 10 or 11 am only)
2. tocino at mocha blends (all day)
3. tapa at pancake house (all day)


*************

in Frozen, the play staged by the New Voice Company, the mother character talks of her daughter who urges her to forgive the killer of her other daughter. specifically, to go see him, let go, and create space in her life.

"She now has this way of talking. Like a diet and exercise book."

Hahahaha. That made me laugh.

(it was really good btw. i wish more people saw it :) )

***************

Dahon, today in Starting Over, the roommates moped, missing Denise. Hahahaha. That gaga gaga girl. I don't know if she's Capricorn but her being so broomhilda sometimes, I wouldn't be surprised.

But they made Candy, the woman with the lengths of curly red hair, the one who's plump and beautiful like mother earth (if only she could see it) pose for three women artists. And oh my, her portraits were gorgeous, three different portraits in different media. Very goddess-sy. Iyanla made her point.

***************

And last night, we wanted to dance. Jazz.


**************

back to foodie-ness, i was sitting at my school dep't a few days ago seriously craving chocolait. how happy it made me to discover ice cold Milo at the caf. Yoohoo. ;))

heard on sunday radio

As
by Stevie Wonder

As around the sun the earth knows she's revolving
And the rosebuds know to bloom in early May
Just as hate knows love's the cure
You can rest your mind assure
That I'll be loving you always
As now can't reveal the mystery of tomorrow
But in passing will grow older every day
Just as all is born is new
Do know what I say is true
That I'll be loving you always

Until the rainbow burns the stars out in the sky---ALWAYS
Until the ocean covers every mountain high---ALWAYS
Until the dolphin flies and parrots live at sea---ALWAYS
Until we dream of life and life becomes a dream

Did you know that true love asks for nothing
Her acceptance is the way we pay
Did you know that life has given love a guarantee
To last through forever and another day
Just as time knew to move on since the beginning
And the seasons know exactly when to change
Just as kindness knows no shame
Know through all your joy and pain
That I'll be loving you always
As today I know I'm living but tomorrow
Could make me the past but that I mustn't fear
For I'll know deep in my mind
The love of me I've left behind Cause I'll be loving you always

Until the day is night and night becomes the day---ALWAYS
Until the trees and seas just up and fly away---ALWAYS
Until the day that 8x8x8 is 4---ALWAYS
Until the day that is the day that are no more
Did you know that you're loved by somebody?
Until the day the earth starts turning right to left---ALWAYS
Until the earth just for the sun denies itself
I'll be loving you forever
Until dear Mother Nature says her work is through---ALWAYS
Until the day that you are me and I am you---AL~~~~~~WA~~
~~~~~AA~~~~~~~AA~~~~
Until the rainbow burns the stars out in the sky~~~~~AA~~~~
~~~~AA~~~~~~~AA~~~~~~~~~AA~~~~~~~YS~~ALWAYS

We all know sometimes lifes hates and troubles
Can make you wish you were born in another time and space
But you can bet you life times that and twice its double
That God knew exactly where he wanted you to be placed
so make sure when you say you're in it but not of it
You're not helping to make this earth a place sometimes called Hell
Change your words into truths and then change that truth into love
And maybe our children's grandchildren
And their great-great grandchildren will tell
I'll be loving you

Until the rainbow burns the stars out in the sky--Loving you
Until the ocean covers every mountain high--Loving you
Until the dolphin flies and parrots live at sea--Loving you
Until we dream of life and life becomes a dream--Be loving you
Until the day is night and night becomes the day--Loving you
Until the trees and seas up, up and fly away--Loving you
Until the day that 8x8x8x8 is 4--Loving you
Until the day that is the day that are no more--Loving you
Until the day the earth starts turning right to left--Be loving you
Until the earth just for the sun denies itself--Loving you
Until dear Mother Nature says her work is through--Loving you
Until the day that you are me and I am you--
Now ain't that loving you
Until the rainbow burns the stars out in the sky
Ain't that loving you
Until the ocean covers every mountain high
And I've got to say always
Until the dolphin flies and parrots live at sea~~AL~~~WA~~~AYS
Until we dream of life and life becomes a dream-Um AL~~WA~~AYS
Until the day is night and night becomes the day-AL~~~~WA~~AYS
Until the trees and seas just up and fly away-AL~~WA~~~AA~~~~~
Until the day that 8x8x8 is 4~~~~~AA~~~~~~~AA~~~~~~~AA
Until the day that is the day that are no more-AA~~~~AA~~AA~~~AYS
Until the day the earth starts turning right to left-AL~~~WA~~~A~~~AA
Until the earth just for the sun denies itself-~~AA~~~AA~~~AA~~~AYS
Until dear Mother Nature says her work is through-AL~~~WAYS
Until the day that you are me and I am you
Until the rainbow burns the stars out in the sky
Until the ocean covers every mountain high
Until the dolphin flies and parrots live at sea
Until we dream of life and life becomes a dream
Until the day is night and night becomes the day
Until the trees and seas just up and fly away
Until the day that 8x8x8 is 4
Until the day that is the day that are no more
Until the day the earth starts turning right to left
Until the earth just for the sun denies itself
Until dear Mother Nature says her work is through
Until the day that you are me and I am you

red for rainy days

cheesecake!001,
originally uploaded by Pansy.

from my shoebox of pics. an old one by dd.

how dare i

accuse a stone of not having feelings :D
maybe, it does, like i do. ;))

as you can super see

i am taking the torturous route to quiz no. 6

grrrrr. rain. memory. memory. memory. (quiz no. 6 is on memory and i need to be gone already)

"all my hard work is finally paying off"

paying off, i don't know. the hard work isn't it?
said like a true capricorn.

(denise, bal-an, is leaving the Starting Over house, her hard work is finally paying off, daw :D)

if i could draw cartoons :D

i will, i think ;)

the ever-absent present

ka BAHUL na gid na ya.

if it's meant to be, so shall it be.

spread your fingers wide open.

early

a most excellent morning :D

due to synchronicity (wahahaha) i kept waking up in starts to read my groupmate's text messages at 2 am asking if i could interview respondent number 1 at 745 am. of course of course. my fear of not having respondents is much greater than my love of sleep. i even woke up again "in time" to read her text message at 701, and i rolled out of bed at 727 to get ready for the 745 am interview. i arrived at the uni at 755, no respondent yet. i pretended to be a psych major making tambay at the possessively-labeled benches. man, 'twas too early and too cold to be sitting on the dirty stairs :D (just that i remembered the dark looks we threw at strangers sitting innocently on our tambayan benches, back when we had a tambayan, or rather, back when our college org was still alive huhuhuhu).

teacher arrived past nine am, flamboyantly and colorfully, waving to the various students waiting for her, and saying my groupmate's name out loud. aquarian, i said to myself, amused and amazed at her presence. very aquarian, again i said to myself, as she waved a student to a pc, pulled up chairs for us, and in the midst of it all and everyone, we conducted our interview.

i was very impressed, she was very spiritual, and the perfect respondent for our topic (meaning, she more than has the concept of synch, she lives it). she cried a bit remembering how her relationship with God started, and all throughout the interview my little hairs (:P) kept standing up. i thanked her profusely for her time.

then i went to have breakfast at the old college cafe, where everything's mostly the same except now there's brewed coffee. :D i had ampalaya, spam, rice and coffee. a most excellent breakfast. then texted everyone to do the same thing again some time (the human compulsion to repeat good experiences hehe, the OC search for good times). then i walked a bit and thought of buying someone flowers but didn't want to leave it at a desk, so saved the thought for next time.

i must say the early birds probably do get some good worms. time for a nap now though, do you think? hehehe!

the nose knows

whole day late night thoughts and though words are cheap, writing them out makes them a commitment:

that i really want to live up to some of the things i said i (would) do, no excuses
that i never want to crowd you (and a good cute question is how many times is a healthy number of times to say i love you :D in a day)
that i never consciously want to hurt you, even in my thoughts, and the words i say, and have lately even taken notice of the things i can't say anymore because they aren't true anymore, because i have already chosen you

and many other thoughts that i keep to myself but release out to the universe for support for good wishes.

clouds in my coffee

roommie wants me to go and enjoy a cuppa at the neighborhood coffeeshop. her treat, she says.

but two treats in one day at the same cafe might be pushing it.

i'm the girl who doesn't want to watch one movie after another because i want to savor the feeling of one movie at a time :D

(and also because i just had coffee from somewhere else before her invitation, hehehe!)

para kay nanay

Nanay,

There are words
that only a mother
can say,
things
that only a mother
can know...

Help
that only a mother
can give,
Care
that only a mother
can show

And those times
when only a mother
will do,
I feel so lucky
because
I have you.

Happy BIRTHDAY!

(again, Hallmark's but it goes for me and mother too :D)

can't help it :D

all my good intentions keep getting swept away in the face of friendship and fun :)

but nevermind, there's a time for everything, under heaven. and friendship is so much more than just a good intention.

eh ikaw kaya

time and time and time and time again,

it's so easy to pronounce

when it isn't you in the hotseat

to pronounce and denounce and judge

easy peasy :D

but when it's you in a situation

wahahahaha

the joke's on you ;)

the irony's almost enough

to shut you up for life :D

(and so here i kneel, hat in hand
except that i don't wear hats because
of my bangs, pleeeeeease universe,
may it please you ;))) )

Monday beerness

;))

the way my week's set up, Monday is my most laidback day :) (and so too next sem, I think). and i've grown to love the respite that the beginning of the week brings. usually, i just have a date with liza (more on this some other time), and my personal chores and errands. or an exra racket deadline or two.

so, when i got home, i felt like a beer and some bbq. but no! priestess already had a beer and some bbq! bryan already had several beers somewhere. tita eds is in germany. roommie doesn't drink. jayson makes you go thru an entire interview portion about what's the agenda and why don't i go with my lover (hehehe. agenda: hunger). luckily, hb says yes to a bottle. and some bbq.

woohoo. ;)

a few things we know because of fathers

that being smart and quiet are often the same thing.
that naps can happen almost anywhere.
that respect is something you earn.
that money is, too.
that the most important of all the senses is a sense of humor.
that love is a verb.
that life is a journey.
And no, we're not there yet.

Happy Birthday Dad!

(Hallmark's ;) but it fits me and father)

this one's for you ;)

footloose,
originally uploaded by Pansy.

mwah!

losing my religion

my thursday teacher asked, "so class, what happens when you lose your short-term memory?"

hahaha. story of my life. she should have asked my friends. last night i recommended a pair of shoes to HB that i meant to say were in red and black but it turns out i said were in red and blue (she saved my text message!).

and just now, i asked the priestess, if she had seen her pic with ovaltine at friendster???? HAHAHAHAHA. I meant at flicker. She panicked, of course! Having someone tell you your pic with a man holding a bouquet of yellow roses is on friendster somewhere, is worlds different from having someone tell you it's on her flicker account.

or talked to my mom who roll-calls before she hits on the right kid (don-pops-joy?). or talked to my lola who does the same thing only with seven kids in all.

the things that bespeak one's affection

more on the A train.

Someone once told me that all that he wished for from a partner in his future was affection :) (i wish you! i wish you!). I've remembered it because it seemed to me then to be a simple thing that he wished for.

Guess who wrote this passage (a prize for the one who guesses first). I like the between the hyphens :)
"Tangible touchstones of affection like that have a way of insulating the love that is already beautifully shared, in the same way that it can soften the pain that such a love can entail. It diffuses into more manageable bits the differences that are a reality in any relationship. If not for the little things – the things that bespeak one’s affection – we would never be as close a couple as we are."

As the girlfriend who had a yellow umbrella, did also describe: because love can be as simple as when you get to meet a special person--one who is kind and decent and loving and honest and generous with affection.

Wala lang to. Hehehe.

if there's time before breakfast...

why don't you just marry me, and let's get this over with :)

so anyway :)

i'm dumbfounded. have actually been feeling really rather loving today :D. behind the words there's just love. behind the exasperation, there's just love. have you heard of loving exasperation? :)

today, i realized that maybe, for me, there's really no backing out. maybe this is it. i mean, hell, yeah.

but anyway. that's just me :).

(ps. i am not george bush :D ... don't train those damn missiles on me! :))

commitment

"if you're listening, that which you seek is also seeking you," so Wednesday teacher quoted someone (hahaha didn't catch who). "other people call this synchronicity," she added.

that pleased me no end because that's how i read the book Synchronicity by Joseph Jaworski I was telling you all about a few months ago. JJ talked about synchronicity happening (invisible helping hands) when you commit yourself to your truths, your goals, your dreams. you know, when in your heart of hearts, you know you want something, and then you give all of yourself, your being, to pursuing that dream, that vision, and if it is truly your truth and what you are destined to be doing, then it is as if a "ground of being" opens up that supports you, because what you are doing is part of the whole, of the dynamic interrelated universe. there is a whole new space for you and your dream.

and so we always have a part in creating the future that we want to step into :)

does that seem to make sense to you? some of the elements that i understand to be part of the above:

1. it has to be the truest of truths, not something you just want to happen so you can pass off another version of yourself

2. it has to be something to the good, something you can will do/ be, that will redound to the good of everyone

3. and this is where commitment comes in, it has to be something you really really want and thus give yourself to... so you will be supported. otherwise, if you aren't sure and you're taking one step forward and two steps back (yes and no) the energies won't know whether to support you or not.

you know, when there's no turning back ;)

was sharing all this with a friend last weekend when she was talking about dreams, and goals, and love. and i said, yup, just go right ahead and dream, and commit yourself to it. if it's the right thing for you, you'll get the support that you need.

but you don't have to take my word for it of course. (just tell me later what happens ;) )

test

dear friends,

let's see if this is true. two elements tomorrow: something startling/ surprising and communication.

report back to hq on the 10th with your revelations.

love,

scaredy pig

September 9: Mercury opposite Uranus
Talk about a day to remember! Communicative Mercury and startling Uranus will get together in an opposition, arguably one of the two most difficult aspects. This is the stuff that sudden, sometimes upsetting, communications are made of, and even complete strangers can easily end up on the receiving end. Of course, with the element of surprise so prominent, even if you know someone well, one or both of you may be prompted to impulsively confide something you never, ever thought you would. Go ahead. Make some coffee and share the news -- after you've extracted a solemn promise.

come as you are

thursdays, www.astro.com lets you read all your significant stars for the coming, days, weeks months. it's become a thursday habit, it kinda helps too. for instance, here're some of my long-term influences:

A delicate equilibrium
Valid during several months: During this time you may try to assert your individuality in a relationship. Sometimes this occurs when you feel that you are giving too much in a relationship and getting too little. Or the situation can be the exact opposite; that is, you have been giving too little, and your partner is resentful. Any successful relationship, especially a sexual one, is a delicate balance between the needs and desires of each person as an individual ego and their desire to achieve meaning through a relationship. The equilibrium is very delicate and easily upset now. At this time the two of you have to define what you want from each other. It is sometimes necessary to be quite explicit about what you want, because whatever is left unsaid may very well be the main source of conflict between you.

Mars Square Venus
activity period from 4 September 2005 until end of January 2006.


or this

Checking your attitudes
Valid during many months: This time is usually characterized by self-confidence and assurance. You are able to see where you are going now and to obtain help in getting there. At the same time you are very concerned with knowing yourself on a deep inward level, usually to facilitate achieving your ambition.

This is a time when you try to rely primarily on yourself. You will not refuse help from others, but it is more desirable to go it alone or at least on your own. You need to prove yourself to yourself and, to a lesser extent, to others. It is also necessary to establish patterns in your life now that will lead to accomplishment later on. You must develop disciplined work habits and learn specific ways to deal with situations that arise. Here too you must rely on yourself, because you will be able to judge your effectiveness only if you know that what you are doing is entirely your own.

Most people are rather conservative in their ways of doing things at this time. You may be rather reluctant to experiment with new ways, but that is a pitfall. This should be a time for making careful and considered changes. Such changes can be made voluntarily and without much difficulty now, but later they will be forced upon you in a manner that may be quite unpleasant. Getting into a rut now will ensure the survival of inappropriate behavior patterns, which will create trouble later on.

You should specifically examine your attitudes toward authority figures, work and achievement, responsibility, change and most important, although somewhat abstract, your attitude toward reality. If you are trying to live by attitudes that you have been told to have and that are not really yours, you will feel tense and uneasy when you think about them. Normally you suppress these feelings because you consider it important to maintain your attitudes. But these are the attitudes that have to be changed, because they signify that your thinking is divided about that issue and that you cannot really put energy into making that part of your life work.

Saturn Trine Med.Coeli
activity period from 5 September 2005 until middle of June 2006.

***

Good and gone

Anyway, have talked to two friends lately whose stories have been prefaced with, "Maybe I'm just pms'ing, but..." Hehehe!

Me, I am premenstrual too (you know what they say, women who are with each other most times, will have harmonized monthly cycles, except maybe for the decidedly non-conformist who might decide to get pregnant just to be different :D :P) but I know crying over different things in the last three days isn't just the mens. It's been good though. Things just come up and I grieve over one, and get clarified with myself over another, and sit with myself over still another, and they're gone for good(er) that way when they're gone.

***

Verb

and then too understanding is to-do/ doing/ being done/
a dynamic, not as is, not found still the same
where you left it last
a process, not static, flowing
as we are speaking
i understand you.

but i am not you.
and this too we must understand.

***


Mindful Being

Three Wednesdays ago, had a class exercise on mindful eating (silent chewing, nourishing, savoring, still).

Yesterday, we did mindful being. The instructions were to sit with yourself, keep yourself company, feel how you are, how's your heart's beating, and just to follow what comes up.

Me and I, we had a concert (blame it on the rockstar inxs episode i caught before class). We were sat, nodding head:

Come as you are, as you were,
As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy.
Take your time, hurry up
The choice is yours, don't be late.
Take a rest, as a friend, as an old memory
memory, memory, memory

Twas' fun, me and I we enjoyed each other.

(there's more to the exercise but let's save that for next time.)

'coz i've got one hand in your pocket

'coz i've got one hand in your pocket
Originally uploaded by Pansy.

and the other one's flagging a taxi cab. ;))

how old

have asked hb to ask their drug pusher for episodes of one tree hill. hehehe! just kidding just kidding. am too busy to go to jail.

haley's mom: if you can drive at 16, vote at 18, drink at 21 and retire at 65, how old do you have to be to know your love is real?

(on haley and nathan getting married too young.)

and that's for you too priestess, how old does he have to be for you to know he's wonderful? hehehe :D cheers.

and

sometimes, i can break my heart all by myself,

company not necessary.

*then, i want to sabunot me*

ez-em'd

and on a more flighty note,

i got myself a yellow umbrella (:D)

and matching wallets for
she-whose-wallet's-coin-compartment-has-torn-asunder (it's all coins! hahaha)
and he-whose-wallet-was-lost-last-week-and-whose-multiple-id cards-are happily-touring-the-world-somewhere

been shoppin' indeedy :)

spooked

sometimes, it's only really possible to mourn how bad things were when things are so much better.

because when things are blue, you try to gather your inner resources and look straight ahead to when things have to eventually get better. and you can't allow yourself the space to go to pieces.

and sometimes, when you're at a good pitstop, you smile and shrug and shred the tissues, helpless in hope, that really, the sun will continue to shine as brightly and as warmly as it lately has.

especially when you realize, that yes, you have always always always known what it was that you've wanted all along, anyway. to you it's always been pretty clear.

and you continue to hold out for it, for just what it is that you've always wanted.

knowing that what's meant to be will happen, and the only thing that you've got to do after all, anyhow, and anywho and at any time, is be who you are.

and when you've done what you can, laid bare your good intentions, learned from your mistakes, you now know enough to let things be.

Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you

That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave

By Maroon Five

mahal ko

ang mayor ng new orleans.

mabigat ang kanyang pasan-pasan.
hindi siya puti. (pogi.)

(at mahal ko kasi ang lousiana dahil sa divine secrets of the yaya sisterhood, si vivi at sidda walker, naalala niyo? tsaka isa yon sa pinaka-cool na lugar sa US hindi ba?)

lab is

going out into the rain again for dinner, even when you've already bought and brought home dinner.

hahahahaha

;))

p.s. promise, i only ate one :D

This is the pic that accompanies the preceding post.

Image145.jpg
Originally uploaded by Pansy.

THE BRASS MONKEYS behind a girl. hehehe.

Hitting the Brass Notes

Followed the traveling shades and its various pet persons to Monk’s inside Wasabi for a full-on Brass Monkeys set (in suits). Yes, sometimes we venture out of our QC hideaway, in high heels and all, on a busy rainy Friday night, and part with our very limited monies, for a good cause! (In this case, the traveling shades that soon will be traveling again.)

Groovy, the band opened with the heartwarmers:

Somewhere beyond the sea
Somewhere waitin' for me
My lover stands on golden sand
And watches the ships that go sailin'...that go sailin'....


Fly me to the moon
Let me sing among those stars
Let me see what spring is like
On jupiter and mars
In other words, hold my hand.

Sure, yes we’ll hold your hand! Even thru the all-religious:

Oh, when the saints go marching in,
Oh, when the saints go marching in
Lord how I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in


Or that dang catchy colonial:

He wanna be Americano
Americano, Americano
He wants to drive a Cadillac
Now he's chasing showgirls
Smokin' Camels,whiskey and soda
Now he's never goin' back

At breaktime, this Japanese guy on his way out the door takes a look at my dinner and went: aaaah, donburi. Gave him a full smile, then he goes and gestures that it will make my tummy big. Waaaaaah.

Getting back to the romance, friend of friends jammed with:

Yes you're lovely, with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft,
There is nothing for me but to love you,
And the way you look tonight.

Ending the song on his knees, with a small opened box with a ring. Yes he proposed at Monk's :D. Congrats you two.

And and and that woman we refused to give up a chair for (sorry!) went up the stage and in her throaty voice, went:

I don't remember what day it was
I didn't notice what time it was
All I know is that I fell in love with you
And if all my dreams come true
I'll be spending time with you

Every day's a new day in love with you
With each day comes a new way of loving you
Every time I kiss your lips my mind starts to wander
And if all my dreams come true
I'll be spending time with you


Had us all on our feet, singing along with her:

I love you more today than yesterday
But not as much as tomorrow
I love you more today than yesterday
But, darling, not as much as tomorrow


Goodie! Love that song! Loved that ever since we all sat around the conference table to watch Ally McBeal.

Had another song from her that went:

You must take the A train
To go to Sugar Hill way up in Harlem
If you miss the A train
You'll find you missed the quickest way to Harlem

Oh honey, you don’t know, but yes, we are on the A train.

Sat the next one out and observed the boob-shaking brass monkeys:

Exit, light
Enter, Night
Take my hand
we're off to never-never land

Yes, that’s what you see when your friends are all dancing and you’re sitting right in front of them. Hehehe.

Band said they were singing a Pinoy song dedicated to this cute couple. Wooohooo, we cheered and prepared to dance to another catchy tune… trapped.

O kay gulo o kay gulo
Naiinis na nga ako
Sa dinami dami ba naman ng babae sa buong mundo
Sabihin mo na pare
Si aida o si lorna o si fe?

Uh-oh. Major trouble. We could get thrown out of the coven for this (Dark Lord: did you know that adultery is also violence against women?)

Chester rewrote the lyrics:

Si Aida o si lorna o si fe…scratch that… iisa lang talaga ang mahal ko!

WOOHOOO. Now we will starve for a week :D.