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I intend this one to be my final blog here on Friendster. I will still keep this blog site though as, dramatic as it sounds like, it serves as a reminder of who I was and who I still am. My more or less personal blog can now be found on my Multiply account (see my Friendster front page for more details). Along with it are my fresher perspectives on life and a newly-found lasting happiness.
I can finally put a certain date to rest. I can finally close the doors behind me and start fresh. After all, I can now consider it as just yet another phase, my extreme phase. I owe it to my loved ones to at least take good care of myself. It might have taken me more than a year to recover and it might have gone to the extent of an ugly closure for me to say "chapter closed", but it's closure nevertheless. That's all that matters...
It has been a really long time since I last posted here. Call it the urge of wanting everybody to know.
1. I have always loved Christmas especially if it's in Makati and you get to see the Christmas lights and decors along Ayala. Usually, nothing could really dampen my bright Christmas mood even if a guy has broken my heart (haha). The Glorietta tragedy has managed to do so. :(
2. My employed language trainees both for LPET and LCT, including my co-trainers whose excellent "oral skills" (hehehe) are exercised every Monday in our eTel Shaw site, have so far managed to keep both my sanity and insanity intact and at a perfect balance. Hehe.
3. *talking to myself* "You said you want to earn extra trust? Then stop complaining! You are improving!"
4. Pateros-Taguig traffic: I'm just consoling myself over the fact that I have a really nice condominium (that's, at least, according to the cab driver who picked me up at dawn today). That is, until the bills start coming in...
5. At least the storm is over, layout-wise. I just hope that will soon be over for dad, too. I'm sorry dad. I have no excuse for acting like a merciless, ungrateful daughter for a layout artist last week.
6. There is this one person who I really want to punch if ever I do bump into him. Maybe he should try sitting in front of the computer for nine sleepless nights wondering what a professional-looking design means for an asshole like him. The nerve to insult my father, nevermind my work. Had I been there, I would have filed a verbal abuse case against him. Or maybe I would have just stuffed into his good-for-nothing mouth the numerous CDs that drove me insane during that period of time.
7. I have a guilty pleasure. Some of my friends already know this. And this time, I'm letting the world know: I WATCH MARIMAR! AW!
8. No long vacation next week. I, of course, want to visit my mom's grave. No additional holiday pay can ever replace a moment with what remains of my mom. :(
I must have given this opinion a thousand times to numerous friends:
It's useless theorizing why one minute you're up and why the next, you're down. When things, including your own happiness, depend on you, giving up is not an option.
I must have unnecessarily explained the concept of me to me and to countless who find it odd why I do so. But this I need to do, for just one more time, to see how much I've grown as an individual, as a person.
Roses + Sunset = Perfect
Almost a week and a half ago, I celebrated my 23rd year as an earthling. Filled with questions as to how and why my photo-obsessed dad didn't have pictures of my pregnant mom, I still nevertheless conditioned myself in celebrating my day with all the positive energy I could grab. To my surprise, my boyfriend of more than four months/friend of almost six years, gave me more than four dozens of scarlet-red roses and indulged my old-fashioned whim of capping the day with time spent viewing the Manila Bay sunset. As if on cue, when I told him how much I appreciate and how much I now believe that he, indeed, loves me, a second climax of what could have been a chick flick happened with him responding in a "kilig-to-the-bones" manner.
Glorified beggar?!
Then of course, the first week of my 23rd year couldn't possibly be all roses, otherwise it would be unfair for the rest of the third world population. I became a victim of what the real world constantly gives to what it thinks as the naive. The very fact that some people just couldn't at least credibly hold their position of power earned my ire.
It is frustrating enough that I can't process with practical ease my clearance and my separation pay with Citigroup, what more if its bank loan officers cling desperately to a Bangko Sentral ng Pilipinas (BSP) circular just to look down on their loan application clientele otherwise known as "classified-glorified beggars"?!
Hot tears welled in my eyes on the day I learned that my voter's ID and tax information number (TIN) ID aren't recognized by Citibank as a valid primary ID for the fact that these are the laminated-types. Sure it was my fault why, after two years of officially being deducted with big withholding taxes every 15-30, it's only now that I got to secure my TIN ID and it isn't even the concern of the bank either if securing such cost me half a day's salary but somehow, somewhere, I felt that something wasn't right.
Note: My law-school acquired sleuthing/analyzing skills, thanks to UP Law, had me knowing that the BSP Circular #564 the two bank officers were quoting never said anything about prototype/laminated-type IDs, even those issued by the government, voter's and TIN IDs included, being now considered as secondary IDs.
It was humiliating that I was being treated as a passive and stupid loan applicant. And even if I were, nobody has the right to inaccurately quote or interpret legal provisions just to ward off valid inquiries. I would have accepted a rational explanation like "banking discretion" but none was presented.
Old rule of the thumb though: "Don't bite the hand of the one feeding you." So right now, while meekly waiting for my Citibank loan approval, I can only hear distant mocking laughs of victory along with the triumphant statement: "If it were not for us, you still wouldn't have had the chance of securing your passport." Now I'm haunted by the nagging feeling of wanting to continue my law studies so I wouldn't be stepped on. But this is another story.
Facets
Just as how the American accent is filled with contrasts and comparisons, my life is a zoo of clashing ironies and oddities all secretly hoping to be in harmony with each other.
An earlier peaceful talk with my boyfriend turned into a teeth-and-bones-shattering defensive discussion on why I don't want to read the Bible. Apparently, what he said about "loving me anyway despite of and in spite of" just to shush me from what he started in the first place didn't work so now I quote my post-phone call text to him:
"One thing I want you to know about me is about my faith in Him. I've been schooled in catholic schools from nursery to sixth grade. Though the secondary school I attended wasn't a catholic school, being the mayor of the student government in my fourth year had me implementing the praying of the 12 noon Angelus and the 3 o'clock prayer everyday. I was part of the Bible Club in grade school and up to now, I have a Bible with me among my things but ironically, I admit that I never developed the patience to sit and read it. Maybe it's because I'm also already cynical when it comes to the different interpretations of the Holy Book so I just sought to maintain the basics - do good things, respect the elders, believe in Him. I visit the church too even if it's not every Sunday as I pray and talk to Him everyday. What's more, I love Christian traditions such as Christmas, Catholic weddings, processions because of the solemn and joyful feeling of how these unite families and friends. This is the reason why last Christmas, I cried because for the first time, I was at the dining table only with our househelp when the clock struck 12..."
I neither admit nor deny that I'm a snob as at times, what I say is negated by what I think and how I act. I'd like to think I'm brave and strong even when I cry. I'd like to think I'm still a righteous human being, my principles never to be judged or criticized, even when I do plead guilty to weaknesses. I'd like to assume states of apathy and yet, more often than not, I couldn't help but want to save the world in ways I know I can.
I am towers of strength that need drainage too.
"When you consistently deliver above and beyond people's expectations, you will consistently be recognized in the manner you deserve. Working harder gets you farther; it's as simple as that."
I AGREE.
...to just tell the universe what you want. Say it, shout it out as though nothing could ever change your mind in wanting it and all the cosmic forces will surely organize themselves to give you your exact whim. No hesitation. No pessimism. No but's.
And so here I am, listing the things I want now:
1. I want that Citibank loan approval so my dad and I can finally move in in our new condo unit in Taguig.
2. I want dad's health to improve.
3. I want to fully calibrate my evaluation observations with that of Cecilia's.
4. I want to improve on my performance as a trainer.
5. I want to lose weight.
6. I want an improvement rating and a salary increase.
7. I want Hector to find the fulfillment and stability he deserves.
YES! I want them all!
And it surely doesn't hurt to believe as well that God answers prayers.
I've got so much to say I don't even know where to begin but let me just try.
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DOG-EAT-DOG: Love it or hate it, kissing ass is an unofficial necessary evil in the corporate world. But this doesn't mean that you shouldn't have to fight back when bitten.
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CORPORATE SLAVE: Six months ago, my dad was berating me for the fleeting nature of my career path. Now he's criticizing me for limiting myself to what he calls as my "voluntary imprisonment" all because I'm much too in love with my profession as eTelecare's (harrassed) resident language trainer for its Makati site.
Imagine having to forcibly pull yourself out of your warm and comfy bed just so you could come up with wise strategies (and sometimes desperate measures) to polish the accent of your trainees so at the same time, you could hit the required attrition rate for your own performance evaluation.
Imagine having to deal with egocentric forces of nature in the corporate world that won't even apologize for (evident) errors that wreaked havoc to what could have been an otherwise peaceful work day or at least change the spelling of your last name even when already cited for an apparent inadvertent input of the letter "z" instead of "s".
Oh what the hell. I love my job. After all, it's my "practical dream job". I just hope I really did successfully pull off that company events host audition. So much for making fun of "my precious" name. Haha. Imagine being able to hit two birds with one stone if fate permits! @:)
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HOT PINK PLUS WHAT'S NEW: new phone (I love my hot pink Motorola V3x!), new two pairs of shoes, new skirts (my legs deserve the exposure to sunlight, haha) that could go too with my not-so-new hot pink long boho skirt from the US, new long-sleeved shirts (time for a change; have had 'nuff with the "unusual" shirts), new condo unit in (faraway! *gasp*) Taguig ("ouch" on the budget), new bags (my gorgeous camel office bag from Kimbel, the classy chocolate brown clutch bag my May trainees gave me and the hot pink native bag another trainee of mine gave me), my hot pink iPod, soon-to-come new bed from my condo agent (haha, pressured!), new (classy) tan shawl (again, from my May trainees who often saw me shivering in the igloo we call our training room; love it, love them!)
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WHAT MATTERS: Somebody has YET to change my mind on the following things:
politics
1. I don't like Honasan, Trillanes and Lacson. This dislike doesn't have anything to do with their common military denominator. But over Trillanes, I like the other two for their political experience and know-how. And over Honasan and Lacson, I like Trillanes for his moral turpitude.
2. I don't like GMA. But right now, better her than Erap. 'Nuff said.
life in general
1. Got this one from my boss: Your tardiness and absences, no matter how seemingly legitimate the reasons may be, ARE STILL tardiness and absences.
2. If for practicality and short-term goals, I believe that you work not to save money. You work to live. And the idea of "living" has with it the idea of great long-term dreams and ambitions. Better to be lesser in gifts but determined and patient to succeed than to be full of talents but critical and yet idle.
3. Believe you are beautiful and wise. No one else will unless you take it upon yourself to stand up and stand out and show the world who you are and what you're capable of.
You love, you criticize, you accept, you adjust, you fight back, you learn, you share, you live.
Why can't I get over this?
Random thoughts...
Sinking
in October...
Roasted
under the rain...
Stars,
garden...
Hand
in the night...
Stars...
Smiles, arms, eyes, hair...
Mobile... I'm immobile
At an arm's length... the surface
And yet...
the
Distance...
Silence...
With "is" stressed, this one IS defintely scary, more like, creepy.
For almost a decade now, I've been aware that I may truly have a "gift" of prophecy. I've learned to ignore the coincidences as I know I've wisely chosen to believe that we make or create our own destiny.
Then again, it truly IS hard to ignore horoscopes and astrological forecasts and interpretations especially if these conform to what and who you are and what happens to you.
A year ago, I got stuck in a terrible emotional turmoil and out of desperation, I sought the advice of an online astrologer named Sara Freder of sara-freder.com. As expected, and of course, to my dismay, her pieces of advice cost a lot. She gives free advice and forecast but only up to a certain extent so I chose not to pursue it anymore. To my amazement, even up to now, I still receive e-mails from her, e-mails that can't possibly be considered as spam mail as it is highly personalized.
Now if naivety is what this blog appears to be like, the coincidences I was talking about earlier are somewhat what her e-mails contain. Let me quote her latest letter to me:
Dear Maria,
From midnight
Monday, June 18, 2007
onwards,
you will know a tide of good
fortune.
This river of luck will stay
with you
over the next three months…
Yes, Maria, Monday, June 18, 2007 will be a very important date for you. At midnight exactly, a "magical" event will take place in your life…
The universe’s "cosmic" forces shall bring you three months of unprecedented good fortune.
For instance, in the coming weeks, Luck will enable very high potential earnings at betting games. Difficult relationship situations will find resolution! The projects you hold dear will at last become a reality, and many more beyond…
And all of this will start happening in the coming days…
In fact, it would be more accurate to say that the first manifestations of this period of intense luck have just started. However, the doors of communication with the forces of luck will be flung wide open at midnight on Monday, June 18, 2007. I know that this may seem hard to believe, but there is no doubt that Monday, June 18, 2007 is the date of the beginning of the coming together of all the things you hold dear.
I now need to tell you why you will know this period of unprecedented luck:
I am struck by one thing. You are among the people I consider sensitive to "invisible forces". Your unconscious is as if on the same "wavelength" as the energies around you!
It is my opinion that you, Maria, are a medium, and quite a powerful one, but that you are unaware of this. We will discuss this later as you will see how this relates to the "magical date".
I was also struck by another detail:
I am not quite sure how to put this, but I sense that you have an inner suffering. Your sensitive nature did not cope well with the pain that some people made you suffer.
You are a person with a pure heart and I know how difficult it must be for you to bear the incomprehension of others and their mocking attitude at your goodness.
Why am I saying all of this? Only because the time for change has arrived. You can turn the cards on your life: Monday, June 18, 2007 is the end of your worries and the realization of all of your hopes! How can I be so sure of this?
Earlier, I mentioned your intuition and sensitive nature as well as your latent gifts as a medium. These qualities predispose you to communication with beneficial forces and the forces of good fortune on the Monday, June 18, 2007. This night will be very special. I will explain this to you in detail so that you can have the certitude that a radiant future is opening its arms to you.
Monday, June 18, 2007 is a sacred date for you. This day will correspond to the day when the visible and material world is in harmony with the spiritual world. This will be the night when the spirits of Nature come into contact with those with a pure heart and who have prepared for their arrival. During this spiritual contact, spirits will flood the lives of these people with "magical" energy, thus enabling luck and good fortune if the people’s conduct is unselfishly motivated.
To determine who these people are, I consult the oracle’s tarot cards. This enables me to discern the future and predict the paths which lead to the success of the invisible forces with "magical " help of this special night.
I am sure of being right in saying that you have a pure heart. I know that your characteristic modesty, Maria prevents you from saying so, but I know that it is true. It is true just as is the feeling you have deep down to be able to "feel" "predict" the situations and people around you.
Yes, for you, Maria, Monday, June 18, 2007 will change your life forever. You will enter into a cycle of luck which will last three months. During these three months, you will be able to shape destiny and turn events around to suit your most ardent wishes. To do this, you need to prepare to receive the spiritual forces. This will be very easy for you Maria:
In several days, you will receive my personal communication. This will contain all the instructions you need to prepare for the magical date of Monday, June 18, 2007. You must be wondering of course what these special instructions that I will send you with your permission, are…
Notice that the last sentence is where the payment option comes in. But it really is of no matter to me as this e-mail struck me as true. It can be seen here that Sara mentioned that I'm a medium yet unaware of my powers. She also mentioned that there are some people who recently succeeded in hurting me despite my good intentions. And she further mentioned that I have an inner suffering.
To those who know me and what I'm going through, how scary/creepy IS this?!
... too much emotional attachment. I'm emotional already. Negatives repel each other.
... people who act like stubborn kids and don't acknowledge legitimate authority imposed on them.
... laziness.
... lying and liars.
... the situation I'm in now. Who wouldn't? But it's responsibility of which I have no choice but to take and acknowledge as something that could make me strong.
**I have angst over apathy. Can't help but puke. Ugh.
**Curiosity killed the cat (*shoots self*). Ugly, huh!
**Freezing here in Baguio right now. And raining too.
**Can I say that I don't wanna save asses anymore?
**Am I being taken seriously by these people?! Goddamn it.
**Please, please, guys, make me proud. I am not going to say "don't let me down". Rather, I'm going to say "don't let yourselves down". **Creepy video. Eeek.
**NOTE WHEN SHOPPING: Cash reserves shouldn't be depleted!
**I miss dad. I wonder if I'm going to miss Baguio when I'm gone. I haven't gone back to the Mansion House yet or even visited Diplomat Hotel (hehe).
**So this person seemed to be making excuses. It's not like it's a matter of life and death, anyway.
**Why is etel's phowa server down?!!
**I wonder how I'll ever be able to upload the moviemaker presentation for the language trainers.
**Why can't I open my other emails?! Is it because Zola Cafe's admin are starting to feel that I'm taking advantage of the free wifi? It's FREE anyway! Haha.
AND SO MS. REKLAMADORA STRIKES AGAIN:
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Precious: kabwisit dito sa victory liner dito
Precious: pinapainit ulo ko
Precious: susunod mamayang gabi dad ko at gf niya sa akin
Precious: dito
Precious: ang plan ko is to pay for their fare here at pasabihan na lang na papasukin sila sa cubao terminal
Precious: biruin mo ba naman mare daming dahilan
Precious: kesyo baka raw malate si dad
Precious: ng dating kasi every 30 mins alis ng bus
Precious: kesyo di raw nila matawagan ang cubao about it kasi naka-sun sila at walang signal
Precious:
Precious: leche irereport ko yang mga yan pagdating ko ng manila e
Mimi: ay naku pasway yang mga yan eh
Mimi: kala naman nila lolokohin sila ng tao
Precious: inooffer ko na nga phone ko para tawagan ang cubao
Precious: daming dahilan
Precious: babayaran ko na nga yung fare e
Precious: sabi ko nga why can't just leave a message thru any phone text and have my dad and his gf bring an i.d.
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nyarr...earthquake intensity 4 yesterday morning here. it doesn't help either that the whole hotel here in baguio is shaking due to the daily construction beside it.
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Baguio theme song until tomorrow morning (sa pagdating ni tita rose at dad): "My loneliness is killing me. And I must confess I still believe..." (with matching dance number ala-Britney Spears)
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Baguio theme song until tomorrow morning (sa pagdating ni tita rose constructive answer as to which hotel room I can reserve for good friend and language trainer colleague Nen.
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waaahh...shower's heater isn't working! daym!
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Paker na Netopia dito. Malamig na nga dito sa Baguio, naka-aircon pa sila. May sipon na ako. Waaaaahhhh.
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with eTel's resourcing team at Mile Hi Diner, Camp John Hay
vanity inside my room (couldn't helpt it!)
Baguio LPET babies being made to answer the "Casablanca Cloze Test" by their merciless trainer. nyahaha.
Citylight Hotel open space (outside the function room) - where we would run "just in case" *knocks on wood*
my LPET Baguio edition babies practicing for their "jazz chant" performance
seryosohan ito sa practice. may choreography talaga. hehe.
darn it. i still can't get over the effect of what you said to me. you succeeded, happy? you don't ever have the right to make me feel ugly.
somehow i know carla's right. i am vain and bitter and those lines from "desiderata" are really mine. but i can't help it if the comparison's like an everyday necessity for me. it's like my best friend and my worst enemy.
I caught the "bouquet"! And have newlyweds Ida and Andrew to strangle for this. They planned it! Evil couple! Haha.
Theirs was a wedding to remember. Really. First time I cried in a wedding ceremony. I had to fight the tears as I dared not ruin my eye make-up. But I failed. Tears were welling in my eyes. Then again, I would have cried just the same if I wasn't able to attend their wedding. I love this couple! I sincerely believe they are truly for each other.
Part of their chosen wedding vow was the "love is kind, love does not envy... when I was a child, I spoke like a child" Corinthians reading from the Bible. And yes, it was my first time to cry as well for a Bible reading that I normally don't cry for.
The ceremony was intimate, sacred and solemn, not a circus and attended only by their closest friends and relatives. The reception was light and the food was good. Everything was heavenly. It was truly a celebration of a union made in heaven.
Every now and then I would catch sight of Andrew kissing my cousin Ida on her temples as he held her close. Awww... There's truly something about a guy kissing his girl on the temples. It's so sweet, so sincere. :)
And for the "bouquet" part - technically it wasn't a bouquet. It was a penguin, two stuffed penguins, one for each set of bridesmaids and bridegrooms to be passed around until the music stops in a game held instead of the usual bouquet/garter toss. And for the last two weddings where I almost caught the bouquet, this third time around, the penguin landed in my hands. So yes, dear friends, like a sign validating a prophecy of getting married sooner than I would expect courtesy of a P300/session psychic in the recent Psychic Festival in Eastwood, up on my leg was a wedding garter.
"Told ya, you're next. Everybody's been telling you," said my cousin.
... not my best virtues but I'm learning.
To all my girls: Never allow anyone to make you feel less of yourself. You are beautiful, smart, capable of doing great things.
As what co-trainer Owie aptly put it, the shoe crazy in me definitely agreed that former Chalk colleague Pia nailed it right when she said:
Before you criticize someone,
walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you are a mile
away from them and you have their shoes.
How come some noobs were able to conquer the wall with the all the safety harness while yours truly who was able to conquer the steep and slippery caves of Banahaw some years back without the ropes was left frustrated for not being able to reach even the middle part?
Twenty bucks for knowing it surely ain't the fear of heights. Twenty bucks for frustration.
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How come I still don't get it? Or am I just plainly refusing to get myself in tune with reality? Quoting JLo in "Maid in Manhattan": "It was so real that it made me wonder how I was gonna give you up."
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Please dear tongue. Please cooperate. Please, please. I'm dreading the next four days...
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P2K for the locks... Please make it worth my impulsive while... please.
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As if my October-November nightmare wasn't enough! Punk-gothics replacing the Salbakuta-types. Had it not been for Jay of Kamikazee and said band's lead guitarist, not to mention Kiko Machine and Parokya ni Edgar, I would have seriously believed that UP's already gone to the loony bin. Then again... nyahaha. (Sorry I just had to laugh after typing this one... And yeah, I just had to type it too!)
Major rave!
Somehow, this day truly couldn't get any better. First I'm actually glad that I did follow Nen's advice on cutting my bangs. Second, I was told by my former trainees that I lost weight. And to think last I saw them was two weeks ago. Third I finally got the line-up of the bands for this Friday's UP Fair and it was a really great one and I know I'm going. Fourth and fifth, umm, that's for me to know na lang muna. Haha.
I just need to complain. And whine.
What a drag. This day has been so tiring that I drank the large bottle of Lipovitan Ira Lite as if it was water. I just hope that the looming 2007 May elections wouldn't mean yet another dependency on caffeine thus resulting to yet another series of trip(s) to the doctors for those uber painful migraine attacks.
I swear, with no real cause for exaggeration, earlier, it took me a lot of effort to climb the two flights of stairs leading to the penthouse office of dad in Makati. It doesn't help my dilemma at all that surely tomorrow, I would wake up with a sore body and a painful "voiceless" throat. Further still, it, as well, doesn't help me either that I'm currently undergoing an awkward transition from Australian to American (or at least a neutralized one) accent. God help me!
But the sure highlight for the day that is more of a rant rather than a funny rave is the reference I used for the onomatopoeia discussion earlier. Just imagine broadcasting to class, to illustrate a point, the Filipino translation of the word "fuck". Eeek.
And finally there's the looming 2007 May elections. Sure finally I was able to figure out the reason why I couldn't transfer jpeg images to Pagemaker from Photoshop but this added ability means added expectation from dad and, yep, additional (and more!) campaign propaganda, black and white in nature, for me to turn into a stiff layout masterpiece (yeah I'm griping dad). Simply put, I hate politics.
Fitness First rates? What a rip off. Yeah this time I'll listen to Andy. I'll go for Slimmer's World. :)
One rave though, I was, finally, able to finish the content for Salubris Consulting's website without Leo biting my head off for the extreme delay I caused. Hehe.
At least my mood's improved.
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Nine degrees in Baguio?!! Whoah! Now I'm actually thinking if I'm brave enough to push through with the Panagbenga plan with the Citibank peeps. Nyarrr....
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Ice queen colleagues in a freezer-like environment? Hmm... Hopefully not. Hopefully, it's just the effect of drinking dalandan juice (and actually replacing water) for three days straight. But really, the 7-Up (and I thought it was a myth) alternative therapy, albeit a soda, indeed helped!
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Was it really that bad? Still M.I.A.... or just invisible? :(
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I wonder how I can prolong this M.I.A. status. Anyhoo, I need the space.
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Can't wait to start that makeover mission with....ehehehe.
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Should I take it as a positive possibility enough to be patient? Hehe.
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How nice girl? =) Nice enough to look nice? Hehe.
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Amf. Pardon the term but just can't help it.... Feelingero.
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What if I go back to the layered cut again? Di makatiis. Tsk. Tsk.
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Hottie?!!! Ahaha. *apir* pare ko! =p
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I still feel uncomfortable seeing dad's arms around Tita Rose. But I was nevertheless glad to have her nearby...
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Officially an employee! Haha. Babaw. LOL. Never actually thought having finally a fingerprint scan and an employee number to be so cool. Or maybe this is just the effect of knowing that some Citibank colleagues, of whose stay's definitely longer than me, still have not been issued their respective IDs yet. Speaking of, I have to look REALLY nice tomorrow for my mug shot. Hehe.
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Let's see, free drinks (from milo to coffee to dalandan juice to iced tea), free PC games and free internet access (with Friendster! yay! but boo without YM...but there's still Meebo..haha), what more could a "responsible" employee ask from an employer. Haha.
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Waaaah! Dad's new desktop PC (with the LCD monitor) is so much better than ours in the office!!!
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I miss Citibank. :( They were so much nice to me earlier.
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Now I know that I truly did learn something from the five years I was in customer service. I just hope I could efficiently share that knowledge (and prolong the patience...eek) to my trainees the moment I finally start conducting my own LPET. :)
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I better behave tomorrow. Haha.
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Let's see what I'll do tomorrow...finish Salubris' content (in the office haha), process my clearance (so I can get my back pay haha), fix office docs and, oh yeah, bring a jacket and make that an extra thick one :)
Totally had me laughing after 72 hours! Haha.
Tomorrow will be my last day as a phone verifications officer for Citibank Australia and Monday will be my first day as a language trainer for e-Telecare.
The news came when I least expected it. I thought I would never receive the news anymore and that the application was another dream-job-opportunity flushed down the drain. I was already happy with Citibank. The people were great. The system and the toxic nature of the job were bearable. The company's definitely a no-nonsense one. The "Big C" as exec peeps from JP Morgan Chase have it. I could already see myself staying there for the longest period possible that I knew giving up UP Law was indeed worth it.
But God had other plans for me. Sure he made me wait, like, uh, two years with application after application turned down. But patience is indeed a virtue and if it's yours, it's bound to come down your path, one way or another.
To my family in Citibank, I apologize for the short notice. For the first time in my life, I am actually leaving a company that I really do like. I just hope that I'd be steadfast enough not to waste this opportunity I have been once again given.
I know. My blog title is screaming "Can't you get any more cliche-ish?!" But what can I do? Three and a half years of repression of my desire to release all the pent-up stress and frustration were really more than enough to, somehow, in a way, not care if I was totally revealing a side of myself that even my most constant of friends didn't know was part of my personality: I luv to dance!!!
But of course, as exactly how Joy understood my thoughts, I've got some reservations too. The band at bar#1 irked me and my "I'm-not-so-desperate-to-let-you-take-me-home-after-this-session" dancing partner at bar#2 gave me the chills.
And then here's the really clear juice on Malate: The culture's so distinct per street, per area, that you could clearly distinguish the spots of the common, okay, "jologs" crowd, the "conio" crowd, the bohemian, and the, quoting PinoyExchange.com speak "alternative preferences" crowd, the last being where Joy and I got stuck into after deciding we've had enough of the first mentioned crowd at bar#1. No offense though to those who do not distinguish themselves as belonging to the last three categories, I just really can't seem to tolerate a "salbakuta-type" crowd with the bald hair and the oversized "in everything". Reminds me of my ex. Haha. But that's another story.
Going back to the last crowd type, the bar we went into is definitely not for the faint of heart when it comes to homophobia. In the dim lights of the dance floor, one could somehow clearly see how "hot papas" in pairs could outmaneuver a pure-blooded female species' moves. In the midst of all the gyrating, Joy and I were being so crushed that our partners took the opportunity, and the advantage, if I might add, to pull us closer to them for "safety". Then again, of course, I wouldn't let such moves and such scenario ruin my purpose of really just dancing the night and, if I might add, the morning, away. In the end, though Joy and I might be a little "bitin", at least I know where to go to the next time singing in the shower is a little too short of helping me detoxify and destress. :)
(Kudos to Raz for the really "sexy lady" dance moves and to the PEx-Couchers Seph, Kat, Alvin, Juju, Mimi, Vani, Andy, Jesse, Amy, and of course, Joy)
I'm not totally closing my doors on law school just yet. It's just my shortterm goals of saving up and being able to see my career in the job I'm currently holding flourish are overtaking my dream (if it ever really is a dream) of pursuing law. Somehow I knew I enjoyed applying all the things I've learned or at least knowing that I was able to apply what I've learned if most especially for the reason that I knew I made it to one of the remaining revered legal institutions in the country that is the University of the Philippines College of Law.
Like I said, it's not over yet. It's also not to say that I never really made it through because I "quit". But for now, I know I have to really bid adieu...
This is for you on your birthday. I know it's a little early but this is for me, too.
You said you want to fall in love again. You're so far the only one who said something that is my sentiment as well. Thus this letter for you.
I know how you feel. I mean, not that we're looking or we're in a hurry, this I know both of us would like to gracefully clarify. Not even are we so much immersed into the very idea of falling in love. There's no explaining it. We just want to as we're both ready once again to see past through rose-colored glasses.
A friend once told me we're still singles as the One up there is still busy writing the best love story for us. She, as well, told me, that that person for us may already be here, but is just lost. For whichever meaning or interpretation that is, those persons are still finding their way to us and us, to them.
Very romanticized view of what is otherwise, in reality, if we just admit to ourselves, a distracting and disturbing idea? Yes. It is.
Girl, you and I both know we are not damsels in distress. You know me and I know you. We've both seen what we could do. We don't need anyone taking care of our heart or feeding our ego, for that matter. But behind the beauty of physicality and materialism, of achievements and stature, you and I both know that at the end of the day, as human beings capable of feeling, we're bound to ask who would appreciate us for who we are enough to adore us, pine for us, care for us, love us.
Maybe we should just really be patient. Or maybe we should grit our teeth hard enough to endure the craft of the Master. He's not just writing our love story. I'd like to believe he's slowly and painstakingly perfecting his work, making it permanent, solid and beautiful through carving.
Yes, he is carving it into our very being, our very soul. Which is why it hurts. Which is why we still hold on.
My sweetest regards,
Precious
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(For reasons privy only to myself and to how I feel, I am posting this again...)
01. I am now otherwise called "Paige" and so far I'm gettin' used to being called one by clients and colleagues alike.
02. The return of the comeback times two, one reincarnated, one back from the dead (sa akin na lang muna ito..haha...go figure Jesse)
03. I am officially burying blue as my fave color. Bronze and iridescent violent are truly now to die for. ;)
04. New hair. Hehe.
05. New friends. Yay!
06. Workplace I know I surely could see myself in over the coming years.
07. Migraine's here to stay? Nyarrr...hopefully not. I still would like to have my caffeine fix in Coffee Bean...
(This is, of course, not meant to be a medicine, psychology, or even a culture journal.)
I just finished reading and rereading an article in the "OK! Magazine" about curvaceous Hollywood celebrities fighting off the gaunt/skinny trend. I must have read it so voraciously I actually became already so numb to the insensitive comment of a former classmate-now-7-11-cashier I ran into.
Without so much as of a justification for my weight issue, just think of it this way, you're in the middle of having a bad day and just when you think you're already close to getting out of it and finishing it off with a late but refreshing lunch, by the frozen microwaveable food counter you hear your old friend greeting you in a rather loud voice (for all to hear) how much weight you've gained. So though your main reason for having a quick stop at a store is purely for survival reason, hindi ba nakakawala ng gana kumain?
And just how many instances have I come across what I call as injustice to large-size individuals (well, per basis on the size-zero obsession)? My favorite infamous scene was the time I was crossing a street to choose where I should board for my trip to Manila. I was still on the other side of the road when the barker with a megaphone whose blaring voice could be heard two barangays away (I swear, his voice could be heard early in the morning at our subdivision which is two barangays away) called for my attention to encourage me to board the van for Cubao. "Mrs., mrs., sakay na po kayo sa van," was his cheerful call to which I remarked before boarding, quite obviously, the bus, not the van, "Ms. pa ako!"
I guess it really just boils down to one ish: people have to be extra careful at what they say. If they give such remarks or comments to extremely sensitive people even if they mean it in an innocent way may spell danger for them and for their targets. How many supermodels or wannabe-supermodels died of anorexia nervosa already due to their struggle to be "perfect" in the way society sees and accepts as "perfect"?
In my case, if one compares my "Rosas ng Santa Rosa" pic to how I look now, it's pretty much sincerely understandable for me why people would react the way my old classmate did. Sweet friends say I still look good and not alarming. But what most of these people do not know is the struggle I have to go through everyday in proving or at least explaining that I did not overeat. My case was the aftereffect of a medicine overdose a few years back that resulted to hormonal imbalance.
It just goes to show how people do not really want to be in a "heavy" situation whether or not they're guilty of overeating or they're simply genetically large on the tape measure. If prevention is better than cure, then careful respect is truly better than a wild and heavy assumption.
In a desperate attempt to kill time, I spent half a day spending what would surely seem like an amount that would make my dad kill me. At my last stop, while I was still conscious that half a month's toxic work pay could possibly evaporate in just half a day, I sifted through my wallet for spare coins and crumpled bills. What I found had me forming tears in my eyes.
A year ago, the Cardenas family had its annual family reunion. The first Sunday of January is usually the date reserved for the affair. As I can clearly recall, said month was the last month when mom could still walk.
At work yesterday, I had a fight with my dad over a recorded (as per freakin' policy of Citigroup) phone conversation as he angrily persuaded me to ditch the company's kick-off party to attend the two-day reunion. Today, the first day of the reunion, I finally won the fight in convincing my dad that I'd just join on the second day.
It certainly couldn't have been any more coincidental. The reunion, what I found in my wallet...
Mom's 2x2 picture that I placed in my new wallet had me recalling tough but happier times. She was struggling to stay alive. I was struggling in helping my dad make both ends meet. I had no time or chance to splurge on myself. But I was happy, more than happy that in the little things I did, I knew I was doing something that certainly helped.
Now after more than a year of depriving myself of a well-deserved spa and finally getting to treat myself because of money to spare, I still ended with tears in my eyes.
A few months after mom's death last year, a Hollywood celebrity who just gave birth lost on the same day her first born son who visited her. It was quoted in the magazine article where I read said news that "you never move on, you get through".
I guess the whole point just boils down to said idea. Whatever loss you encountered - break-ups, loss of loved ones due to death - this becomes a part of you that you could never take away or just erase or even forget. You don't move on. You get through. Which is why it's okay to cry every now and then. Which is why it's never a sign of weakness when you cry.
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Which is why up to now I still can't accept what my mom's ex said about me a month after my month's death about not being able to move on.
1. Save more!
2. Weigh less!
(1 and 2 sounds like a campaign ad. Hehe.)
3. Work hard.
4. Party hard.
(3 and 4 are that way just to be on the safe side... Hehe.)
5. Study a lot harder!
6. Take care of my heart.
and finally for the magic number 7...
7. Keep my best virtues intact.
Have a very happy and safe new year evwibawdy!!!
(Hmm... I wonder how I'll fare astrology-wise... Haha. I never ever will change on this particular aspect for sure!)
Albeit being a year of losses and err...debts..., "charm" was indeed the theme of my life this year.
On friendship: 2006 truly has been a year of discovering and rediscovering both old and new friends.
On family: My mom's legacy? It'll never fade. I have it within me. My dad? Let's just say "blackmail" charm would surely be our continuing theme. Haha. The support of my relatives from both sides was indeed overwhelming.
On love: I'm surrounded by love!!
On career: I love my new job. Feels like I'm sooo forever challenged! Dapat lang talaga tumagal ako. Haha.
On law school: Feels truly great to still be a part of the institution that is UP Law. I just hope I could take care of the privilege that I was given.
Enough with the drama. For now. I'm savin' all my energy for the Year of the Pig. Haha.
Happy holidays everyone!!!
I am not squeamish. But under some circumstances I choose to be one - to cringe and all that - especially upon seeing or hearing certain people finally pretend (!) to be what they're not. Go figure. Haha. Losers, posers, the great pretenders. Who says I'm not? As they say, "galit ang magnanakaw sa kapwa magnanakaw".
Person #1: I actually cringe at the thought that I allotted a huge chunk of my time on you. I don't pity you. How conceited! And, oh yeah, pathetic. Just pathetic.
But I still can't resist a peek even when I am actually now doubting the emotions contained within.
Person #2: I almost fell off my seat upon seeing your written dilemma. Loathing yourself eh? Why shouldn't you be? Oops... I almost forgot... It's supposed to be Christmas, the season of forgiveness and peace...
Person #3: Oh please. Shut up. Give me a break. Or at least YOURSELF a break. Pride naman for yourself! That's the best Christmas gift you could give to yourself and to me too! I don't have that luxury anymore of changing yet again my two sim cards!
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I finally bought that dream trench coat! I saw it at Terranova at more than 75% off the original price! Check out the type of coats worn by Angelina Jolie for more details. Right Kat? Ehehe...
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Aww... Super, super thanks Michael for indulging me with my fave pizza and Happy Feet! Plus not to mention our making fun of our old classmates. Haha! Because of you, I actually had that realization that I do miss the simpler times!
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I could wear skirts again!!!! Haha.
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I am digging Michael V's "Hindi Ako Bakla"! I wonder if it's really Tim Yap that he's impersonating there. Hmm...
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Best! Not again! Something in common between the two of us - that actual reason why we're bestfriends in the first place. Hahe.
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Festive week this week in UP Diliman!!!
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I got called by Dean Agabin! Ugh. I do hope he accepts a med cert. Now I am actually scared (not anymore confident!) about my survival in Malcolm Hall. I better stop procrastinating.
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What happened last Thursday night was truly disappointing and scary. I am just praying for the best.
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The best gift I got this season? New friends!!! Great company!!! Good job!!! All in one package. :)
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Work day tomorrow. I really have to start learning that a "first touch" is a "first touch" if I really want to be in UP with still ample time to study for Atty. Te's class.
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Enchanted Kingdom with the PEx-Couchers next Saturday!! Can't wait!!
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I so love the concert-like sound of my mp3s!!
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Seph humanda ka. Makakaganti rin ako. Haha.
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176 new messages on Yahoo!! Oh no....... Then I'd have to start reading and deleting these messages again one by one. I'd rather play SimCity than do that. Haha.
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Now if I could just finish on time my case digests and my readings and my law school stuff not to mention what my dad wants me to finish. I. BETTER. STOP. THIS.
I miss blogging though. Stupid PLDT. The gall to charge us with P5K a month with really, really bad service.
At the risk of receiving the conclusion that, yeah, I possibly am being judgmental, I'd still say "Sayang ka."
Though you don't owe me anything at all and by receiving things and unsolicited favors from me, you're really under no liability whatsoever to measure up to me, I'd still say "You've disappointed me." (Nah. I won't go quoting the same old line that respect was all I asked of you.)
My mind screams in torture each time I'd choose to heed the call of "for goodness' sake" and painstakingly endure a mouthful of bile.
Or is it really "for goodness' sake"? Isn't it more appropriately termed as "because I'm in love and all that trash" which is why I'd always, even up to now that I'm already, uh, decided, give endless benefits of the doubt?
Quoting a dear friend, the extreme representation of my brain's ego and my heart's pride: "Naririnig mo ba ako?! Malamang hindi."
It's amusing hearing office colleagues from the Visayas saying "Ambot sa imo." The tone of the sentence in said language seems to be a big cover-up for the frustration and the confusion underneath.
And then here I go again: I won't let you pull me down. I can't let you take me down. Even indirectly. Even unconsciously. That's why I'm setting myself free... Then again, maybe...
**Precious faces the mirror and in extreme frustration shouts at the reflection facing her "Ay ambot sa imo!"
... it's more than just a masquerade.
Grade school classmate Fatima, my ever-righteous and favorite intellectual chat buddy who never fails to feed my ego by pumping a lethal combination of inspiration, encouragement, sarcasm and all that smugness into my being, got me going again for the kill.
Of course the staple part of our conversation was making fun of earthworms. Go figure. But what I most love about Fatsi is her ultimate capability of being able to match my idealistic philosophies, that one particular thing serving as the best dessert to cap off our regular talks.
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fmdcm3: ang galing nga! just in time!! apparently, they were just waiting for us to graduate!
Precious: *nods* *nods* *nods*
Precious: we have great destinies waiting for us!
fmdcm3: hehe!
fmdcm3: it's happening now.
Precious: it's fascinating how both of us share the belief that great things are in store for people like us
fmdcm3: of course we do! that's partly why great things happen to people like us. we believe.
Precious: so many people ask me na super torture ang mga ginagawa natin
Precious: sabi ko
Precious: while the rest of earthworms are working and partying their time away, us, we're able to do that PLUS we still have time
Precious: to learn and discover great things!
Precious: in short we do more!
fmdcm3: HAHAHA!
Precious: we accomplish more!
fmdcm3: you're harsh on the earthworms! hehe
Precious: harharhar
Precious: we're normal human beings who lead an extraordinary life!
fmdcm3: I wish we'd meet in Europe too. That would be great!
Precious: yeah!
Precious: my target though now is Manhattan, to walk the streets of Manhattan then work as a corporate lawyer for Citigroup Main HQ in NYC! I now work for Citigroup local for the Australian account as credit analyst
Precious: and do a parttime job for the UN HQ also in NYC as an int'l human rights lawyer
fmdcm3: wow!
fmdcm3: me, I'll always be a research scientist.
Precious: tapos i'd jet set to Europe just to have coffee with an old dear friend who goes by the name and title Dr. Fatima Monteverde
fmdcm3: haha! I'll visit you in your cities too! from june to august, Swedish days are supposed to last 20 hours. let's see that.
Precious: our big dreams *sigh*
Precious: but i do trust our abilities and willpower to be able to do just that
fmdcm3: Of course we will!
fmdcm3: mas gusto mo ng city life no?
Precious: yeah
Precious: but i won't mind a suburban life too
fmdcm3: Ako, mahal ko ang Los Baños setting.hehe
Precious:
Precious: for career, yeah city lie
Precious: life
Precious: but for family life
Precious: a suburb setting is just fine for me
fmdcm3: ok. for me, the city is only good for shopping! hehe
Precious: hehe that too!
Precious: i love walking the streets of ayala wearing trenchcoats and heels especially in the afternoon and seeing the lights at night
fmdcm3: That I'll want to try in Europe!
Precious: London!
Precious: Amsterdam!
fmdcm3: Haha!
fmdcm3: I'd be near Stockholm!
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Hehe. I guess I need not say anything more. ;)
(FATIMA MIA MONTEVERDE, my grade school classmate in Canossa School-Santa Rosa, graduated with a degree in Biology, "Magna Cum Laude", from the University of the Philippines-Los Baños. She's set to leave for Sweden come January next year to start her work as a research fellow for the Marie Curie Institute.)
Now I know how it feels like to be the target of oversharing. Dude, I don't need to know that for cryin' out loud! Oh please, just because you got me watching a goofy cartoon film with you doesn't mean I owe you. What you did that night and the other things you did days after plus what you are still doing now are the things that led me to completely blow my top off! Now I definitely do know what to avoid doing the next time. Or maybe I'd just do it with class. And I'd remind myself to change my Smart number next week.
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People who feel like you're prone to committing blasphemy just because "Oh my god" (take note of the word "god" being in small caps) happens to be an expression of yours are nothing but bad news.
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I can ask why. But no I can't die. No I can't cry. How I wish you'd just be like those other jerks so I can deal with something that's definite.
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The little screaming show early this morning plus the "bullshit texts"? I'm still seethin' mad. I'm so torn inside-out that I wish I'm numb.
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Thirty-nine days to go before Christmas. I've changed my mind re my original wish (I'll reserve that one out for my birthday, haha!). Could Santa possibly accomodate a really adorable golden retriever puppy for me on his sleigh? Does't matter if it's a male or a female pup. I promise I'll be a good girl. @:)
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Every shopaholic's fave scene (and film for that matter!): Pretty Woman. Now if I could only have an obscene, and if I might add, really offensive amount of shopping money...
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Blogthings said during my past life I was a gorgeous poet who lived in Ontario and died of natural causes. Hmmm... With an emphasis on the word "gorgeous". Haha.
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I admit. I've become an ass-kissin' fool, my own ass saved from whacking for just one more day. Now where are those case digests and codals...
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As Angela put it, "I deserve nothing but the best", my definition of "best" as picturing myself, walking the streets of Manhattan donning a classy trenchcoat (see AJ's pic), trotting in pumps (yeah Kat, I want a Christian Louboutin pair like AJ's too!) while munching on inihaw na danggit or barbecued "dugo". Hehe.
It's been a while since I posted my random thoughts and that's not to say it's a "kabawasan" in my average number of blogs monthly. Haha. Right Carla? :)
I must say, seeing familiar faces in the hallowed grounds of the UP Law Complex brought a really welcoming relief to the migraine that I was feeling brought about by the dripping enlistment sarcasm I had been expecting as early as three months back. Yes! Woohoo! Sarcasm brought about by certain people I'd rather not name for they'd be the ones I'd have to constantly woo for law school-related favors for the next... wah(!)... five years or so... Boohoo...
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My dad placed third in the 2nd Jose Burgos Jr. Biotech Journalism Awards. The awarding ceremony was held at the Club Filipino while I was whining over the non-movement of the enlistment line in Malcolm Hall.
I am truly proud to say that my dad, Felicisimo "Momoy" B. Cardenas, a senior correspondent of Manila Bulletin for the last two decades, deserves to have his "iron rich rice article", his lone and unexpected entry, recognized as one of the top three out of the 245 entries submitted. Words are not enough to explain how or why. Or tinatamad lang talaga ako. Haha.
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TO THE RUDE JERK WHO WAS AMONG THOSE WHO CONTRIBUTED TO MAKING MY SUMMER A REALLY GLOOMY ONE: And so I thought my day would end up right. The worst feeling is being ignored. Basic courtesy lang naman. I am not hoping or even praying that your time will soon come but somehow, the law of karma will catch up with you so I suggest being very afraid as early as now.
(from Andy)
Sometimes you have to fight for something to make everything alright. You give your best and you give your all. Yet you still lose. But if ever you get tired, tell God. He'll take the fight and win it all.
Obviously I don't have anything to do so the moment that announcement of this new blog enters the respective e-mails of those on my Friendster list, I assume I'd have peeps echoing "not again". Hehe. What can I do? I'm just exhausting my remaining days before I go back to the insanity that is law school. Until then, the blogging continues. Hehe.
Anyhoo, for the second consecutive blog of the day, I chanced upon this new rave website called MyHeritage.com which is popular for relating people's faces to famous celebrities - who they look like based on resemblance percentage of facial structure.
Since I can't be contented with just one picture, I actually endeavoured to try out and upload ALL my file photos and tally who I look like most.
Topping my list according to frequency and somebody who, before the uploading, was just no more than an international celebrity I heard somewhere (okay so I don't really watch "Smallville"), is KRISTIN KREUK with a whopping 15 frequency hits and an average of 74.067% into the resemblance scale.
DREW BARRYMORE is my silver medalist. Hmm... The face... the bod... I MAY HAVE to agree. Haha. Oh okay, she's with 10 hits and an average of 69.5%.
JESSICA ALBA comes in third at frequency with nine hits and so far, the highest resemblance (Alba for the most number of hits... see Madonna for the resemblance percentage highest ranking) at an average of 75.56%. Can you believe it?! I can't believe it myself. It's in the face but NOT YET in the bod. Haha. Really got to have those abs of hers. It doesn't hurt to say that I really loved the way she grooved in "Honey".
GARCELLE BEAUVAIS NILON is at fourth spot in frequency with eight hits and an average of 73.25%. Beats me though. I don't know anythin' about her!
Not to be beaten of course is my all-time fave CHRISTINA RICCI. Yes, the forehead says it all at the fifth spot. Haha. She has seven hits with the second highest resemblance average at 75.14%.
The other celebs with at least four hits on my scale are the following:
*Gene Tierney - 74.25% (four hits)
*Jamie Lynn Spears (yeah Britney's lil sis) - 69.5% (four hits)
*Madonna - 76.75% (four hits and highest in resemblance) HUH?!! Nooooooo....
*Matsushima Nanako - 73.25% (four hits)
*Rachel Leigh Cook - 73.8% (five hits)
*Norkys Batista (who is she?!) - 68.75% (four hits)
*Marcia Cross - 75.2% (five hits)
*Priyanka Chopra - 76.5% (four hits)
*Kristine Hermosa (can you believe it?! hahaha) - 73.2% (five hits)
*Siti Nurhaliza (Indonesian celeb) - 70% (five hits)
*Jodie Sweetin (no idea who she is) - 67.83% (six hits)
*Shirley Temple (ehehehe) - 72.2% (five hits)
*Jaime Pressley (hot! haha) - 67.75% (four hits)
*Vivian Lai - 67.33% (six hits)
*Zhang Ziyi (yay! haha) - 68.83% (six hits)
(Hmmm... I'm wonderin' where's Loren Legarda? Is she even included in MyHeritage? Err... I've seen Rachelle Ann Go there, even Camille Velasco of AI and Jasmine Trias too. Loren L. and Christina R. have always been the easy celebs for my resemblance. Just check out my Friendster photos to believe everything I've written here. You might want to check out MyHeritage too. It's so fun if you're vain enough. Haha. )
... I need that somebody who could stimulate my mind. (I am so much craving for a drink of that isaw's vinegar.)
Naririnig mo ba ako? Malamang hindi. Haha. (copied Joy's lines...hehe) I'm stuck in a midsummer night's dream! And it's not even summer! Waaaahhhhhh...... Where's Puck? I'm gonna strangle you!
À vous : There's no justifying it. Je m'ennuie de vous.
I know I made what many people would say as stupid decisions. But this time, for whiche
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