Blogger's night...

Kroc GB3...dame tao...tagal ng table...sino ba kse nag suggest ng Kroc...aahhhmmmmm...ahem ahem...finally a table..kaso the rain! the rain! transfer tables...kulang seats...kain kain...kwento kwento...still raining ng malakas...after dinner Summer had to go kse nka lunch lang pla...Dude and Ipis had to leave..may date pa sila...transferred to Segfredo with Tin, Orbital and date, aMgiNe, Radix and friend...went home around 130am...instead of going home as we planned aMgiNe and I stayed in Seattle's GB3 till 330am...kwento kwento kwento..kwento and more kwento...

Blooger's night out

conversations:

w Len: pag heartbroken ka lahat ng lalaki mabait. lahat ng lalaki malambing. lahat ng lalaki gwapo

w Ron: *deep sigh*
Me : e bakit ka nga sad?
Ron : wla...di ko alam
Me : kakainis ka naman e. nakakahawa ka.Here I am trying to smile.Trying to happy tapos biglang manghahawa ka...
Ron : hindi naman pwede na sa lahat ng oras masaya ka. minsan malulungkot ka din

w Jon: I'm irresistable.

w Mitch: May kanin pa?

I HAVE A KRAS!

my crush ako...secret nalang kung sino...he has a blog but he doesn't know that I frequent his blog nor does he know that I have a blog..or baka alam nya...
tteeeehhheee....landi! kaso my girlfriend na and works somewhere else so I guess sa picture ko nlang sya makikita...hhhaaaayyyyy....deep sigh...sana ako nalang yun...mabait naman ako e...perfect pa...hahahaha!

"I am everything you want; I am everything you need; I am everything inside of you that you wish you could be. I say all the right things, at exactly the right time,
but I mean nothing to you and I don't know why?"

So why am I still alone?

"Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?"
- Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)

so buti pa si January (an officemate) may progress na no...so ako nalang ang natitira asa aking kinalalagyan...insert YM emoticon thats rolls eyes here...buti pa sya..oh well, ganyan tlaga...i just hope that everything turns out well for her...and as for me, I here I await my turn...

"tears in my eyes burn..while tears in my eyes burn..while im waiting for my turn"


I saw Igo's picture in Ces' blog... :(

My Happy Ending
(Avril Lavigne)

So much for my happy ending

Let's talk this over
It's not like we're dead
Was it something I did?
Was it something you said?

Don't leave me hangin'
In a city so dead
Held up so high
On such a breakable thread

You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be

You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all of our memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
So much for my happy ending

You've got your dumb friends
I know what they say
They tell you I'm difficult
But so are they
But they don't know me
Do they even know you?
All the things you hide from me
All the shit that you do

You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be

It's nice to know that you were there
Thanks for acting like you cared
And making me feel like I was the only one
It's nice to know we had it all
Thanks for watching as I fall
And letting me know we were done

So much for my happy ending
So much for my happy ending

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How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd.
(Alexander Pope)

I'm gonna watch this movie...puro good reviews...how I wish that such a thing is possible...to erase someone from your memory...if there was such a thing I would be first in line to avail of it no matter what the cost...



Bloggers' Night update:
Date: August 14 (Sat.)
Time: 7:30pm
Venue: Krocodile Grill (GB3)
Everyone is invited!

Someone just told me that someone commented na I'm not doing anything daw. office politics here we go again...why is it that no matter what you do some people will think badly of you...damned if you do damned if you don't...can't please everyone all the time...fuck it...punyeta..potangina...ggrrr...i know that I shouldn't be affected when such things happen but i'm the kind of person kse na i take everything personally but i've learned to cope rather to compensate for that weakness of mine by just not letting others see that i'm that affected......i started writing an explanation w a list of everything that I do but decided against it...no matter what I do naman people will always be crabby minded...as long as I know that I'm doing what I can do then that should be it %$@S@#!R$@##!!!! ARRGGGHHH!!!!!

Jose Inigo!

Congrats kAt and Jocas :)

Who's Your Mr. Right?

The Sensitive Guy (18-24 points)
Isn't he sweet? You definitely go for the guy who has a serious case of feelings -- whether he wears them on his sleeve or not. Manners seem important to him, and to you. And it's a good bet your soul mate would as easily tune into ballads on the radio as he would stage a protest against cruelty to animals. Tapping into his soft side, however, may not always be so easy. A guy who's clued in to his feelings may also be protective of them. So if you find yourself face-to-face with one of these sweeties, don't wait for him to make the first move. Let him know you want to get to know him better. Sensitive types think with their heart as well as their brain -- he'll get the hint.

"I see dead people" sixth sense

I was given a gift that I never asked or wished for...its the gift of..how do I say it...having extra sensory...o what the hell let's cut the chase...my third eye is open...not THAT open but let's just a bit ajar...or open enough for me to be able to sense somethings that the "normal" population cannot and see things that the "normal" population cannot...change the word cannot to not able to...i still believe that everyone has that gift and that we just differ in "levels"...there out in the open I said it...again, for me its not a gift...why? because I'm a scaredy cat...of all people why me? this "gift" is a bane and a boon for me...a boon because I am exposed or I am open to such things but its a bane because

1) i kinda think that its unfair for those who are not able to feel/see their loved ones and I am able to

2) people ask me about all those third eye, soul seeking chorva..don't ask me ok!?!?! I don't contact your loved ones like calling them on the phone or texting them na magpakita sa akin. they do it of their volition and if i had my way, I'd rather that they don't. i can only see hear or feel what they want me to see hear or feel. again, my third eye is only ajar and I do not want it opened.

3)I'm hesitant to tell people what I can see or feel. because i might scare them which i do not want. i actually want more people to understand how things are but then again understanding comes with an open mind. i cannot open a closed mind or someone who doesnt want to understand.

4) yes I am an abner but I'm not a freak ok!!! Someone actually told me that I am...fucking a...

maybe you would never be able to understand how I feel and how sometimes such things are very difficult for me...i don't expect you to understand...no one does anyway...

"What is so great about the real world?"

Saturday gimik:

OTRD (Overtime on a rest day)...greenhills...new shoes and slippers (same with Tin!)...bait Jon made us sundo w his friend Shiela...Mitch's lola's wake in Funeraria Paz...met up with Geoff in Cable Car eastwood...

not a 100% all aglow and a bed of roses kind of life but I am surviving...i am good...but i can be better...now what should I do?



Stupid
(Sarah McLachlan)

Night lift up the shades
let in the brilliant light of morning
but steady there now
for i am weak and starving for mercy
sleep has left me alone
to carry the weight of unravelling where we went wrong
it's all i can do to hang on
to keep me from falling
into old familiar shoes

how stupid could i be
a simpleton can see
that you're not good for me
but you're the only one i see

love has made me a fool
it set me on fire and watched as i floundered
unable to speak
except to cry out and wait for your answer
but you come around in your time
speaking of fabulous places
create an oasis
dries up as soon as you're gone
you leave me here burning
in this desert without you

everything changes
everything falls apart
can't stop to feel myself losing control
but deep in my senses i know

horoscopes and faith:

August 1: Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to cooperate with the universe -- no matter what it tosses your way. Fortunately, you're going to just love most of it.

August 4: Take a breath. The universe has arranged a break in the action. You may actually have to endure a few moments of boredom over the course of the day -- but won't that be nice for a change?

very deep breath....hhaaaayyyyy....so far nothing yet...life, when you're ready to dole out something good my way I'm just hear waiting...with a gargantuan bag and a golf umbrella just to make sure that I get all of it :)

I noticed that my entries lacked depth...i used to be a writer (and photographer) for our school's paper...i used to write poems...i used to just lock myself up in my room and do nothing but write read write read write but as I grew older my writings changed to..blech...I'd always say that I can express myself better when I write...i'm a better writer than a talker...when i talk or speak I always manage to put my foot in my mouth somehow...but when I write I'd be able to make you cry...no kid...but the only thing I can't do is write a love letter on behalf of someone else...i can write a mean love letter to someone I love but not for someone else's love...I even won a poetry writing contest in the States...but I wasn't able to get the prize coz I didn't attend the awarding which was on the other side of the continent. I was on the west coast while the awarding ceremonies was gonna be held in Maryland~east coast. They never contacted me after my no show but i think they got to publish my poem though...

i dunno what happened..why i lost my touch..why i'm not able to write anything that can be classified as real writing...i think reality got in the way...maybe one of these days I'd be able to write again...write from my heart w/o my mind interfering..maybe one of these days I'd be able to pour out my heart again..maybe one of these days I'd be able to write that letter that i have been meaning to finish...maybe one of these days...

"When I had journey half of our life's way, I found myself within a shadowed forest, for I had lost the path that does not stray." Dante

1. give me a nickname and explain why you picked it?
2. am I loveable?
3. how long have you known me?
4. when and how did we first meet?
5. what was your first impression?
6. do you still think that way about me now?
7. if i was an ice cream flavor, which would i be and why?
8. do you think i'll get married?
9. what makes me happy?
10. what makes me sad?
11. what song (if any) reminds you of me?
12. if you could give me anything what would it be?
13. do you consider me a good friend?
14. when's the last time you saw me?
15. ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
16. would you make a move on me?
17. describe me in one word.
18. do you think our friendship is getting stronger/ weaker/or staying the same?
19. do you feel that you could talk to me about anything and i would listen?
20. do i cross your mind at least 2 times a day?

Bet Tin will not read this entry emtirely kse masyadong mahaba :)

Len says that she likes my feet daw! She kras my feet :) which is anti thesis to how I feel about my -ugh-feet. I've always thought that my feet were the ugliest! I have flat feet. So that means that they're wwiiiiidddeeee! Parang bangka-ay barko- pala. So to compensate, I buy dddeee---viinnnneee (ala Rita Gomez voice) shoes para di halata how panget they are. As she said, I have good taste in footwear which I am actually proud of... hehehe...i love shoes! that i think is the understatement of the year. shoe fetish? yes. a little imelda? yes. So how many shoes do I have? I have yet to count. But I can say that I have a lot! One of these days I will reserve one day to count and do an accounting of my shoes. maybe I can sell some of them..sell a used shoe..blech!

I just have one question though...why is it that we're (women) good with choosing our shoes, clothes and what nots but have absolutely poor taste in men...***belinda scratches her head, puts on her headset and lights up a yosi...***


For Chris and Mitch (again), the poem below is for you guys. Don't be saddened by what happened. God has a purpose why they took your love ones away. We might not understand the reason why but who are we to question the whys and hows of the Lord. Let's just be happy knowing that they are with Him right now. What else is more beautiful than that? Maybe He needs more angels up there. Maybe God wanted them to be your angels instead of the one you have now because He knows that they will take better care of you.

God looked around his Garden and found an empty place.
He then looked down upon his earth and saw your loving face.
He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest.
His Garden must be beautiful, he always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering, he knew you were in pain.
And knew that you would never get well on earth again.
He saw your path was difficult, he closed you tired eyes, He whispered to you "Peace be Thine" and gave you wings to fly.
When we saw you sleeping so calm and free of pain,
We would not wish you back to earth to suffer once again.
You've left us precious memories, your love will be our guide,
You live on through your children, you're always by our side.
It broke our hearts to lose you, but you did not go alone.
For part of us went with you on the day
God called you home


Chris, though you are going through a different heartbreak, I still know that the pain is overwhelming. I may have never experienced the kind of pain you are feeling now but know that you and Angelo are in my prayers. Though you may feel that its your karma, think of it instead as God's way of making you kalabit and letting you know He is there for you even if sometimes we tend to forget Him in our busy every day lives. Isn't it heartwarming to know that you now have a little angel watching over you?

Wrong Funeral
(Author Unknown)

Consumed by my loss, I didn't notice the hardness of the pew where I sat.
I was at the funeral of my dearest friend - my mother.
She finally had lost her long battle with cancer.
The hurt was so intense, I found it hard to breathe at times.
Always supportive, Mother clapped loudest at my school plays, held a box of tissues while listening to my first heartbreak, comforted me at my father's death, encouraged me in college, and prayed for me my entire life.
When Mother's illness was diagnosed, my sister had a new baby and my brother had recently married his childhood sweetheart, so it fell on me, the 27-year-old middle child without entanglements, to take care of her.
I counted it an honor.
"What now, Lord?" I asked sitting in church.
My life stretched out before me as an empty abyss.
My brother sat stoically with his face toward the cross while clutching his wife's hand.
My sister sat slumped against her husband's shoulder, his arms around her as she cradled their child.
All so deeply grieving, no one noticed I sat alone.
My place had been with our mother, preparing her meals, helping her walk,taking her to the doctor, seeing to her medication,reading the Bible together.
Now she was with the Lord.
My work was finished, and I was alone.
I heard a door open and slam shut at the back of the church.
Quick footsteps hurried along the carpeted floor.
An exasperated young man looked around briefly and then sat next to me.
He folded his hands and placed them on his lap.His eyes were brimming with tears.
He began to sniffle. "I'm late," he explained, though no explanation was necessary.
After several eulogies, he leaned over and commented, "Why do they keep calling Mary by the name of 'Margaret'?"
"Because that was her name, Margaret. Never Mary. No one called her 'Mary,'" I whispered.
I wondered why this person couldn't have sat on the other side of the church.
He interrupted my grieving with his tears and fidgeting.
Who was this stranger anyway?
" No, that isn't correct," he insisted, as several people glanced over at us whispering, "Her name is Mary, Mary Peters." "That isn't who this is." "Isn't this the Lutheran church?"
"No, the Lutheran church is across the street."
"Oh."
"I believe you're at the wrong funeral, Sir."
The solemness of the occasion mixed with the realization of the man's mistake bubbled up inside me and came out as laughter.
I cupped my hands over my face, hoping it would be interpreted as sobs.
The creaking pew gave me away.
Sharp looks from other mourners only made the situation seem more hilarious.
I peeked at the bewildered, misguided man seated beside me.
He was laughing, too, as he glanced around, deciding it was too late for an uneventful exit.
I imagined Mother laughing.
At the final "Amen," we darted out a door and into the parking lot.
"I do believe we'll be the talk of the town," he smiled.
He said his name was Rick and since he had missed his aunt's funeral, asked me out for a cup of coffee.
That afternoon began a lifelong journey for me with this man who attended the wrong funeral, but was in the right place.
A year after our meeting, we were married at a country church where he was the assistant pastor.
This time we both arrived at the same church, right on time.
In my time of sorrow, God gave me laughter.
In place of loneliness, God gave me love.
This past June we celebrated our twenty-second wedding anniversary.
Whenever anyone asks us how we met, Rick tells them, "Her mother and my Aunt Mary introduced us, and it's truly a match made in heaven."

"Sadness is just happiness turned on its ass; it's all show biz."-
The Saddest Music in the World

The quote above was s'posed to be the end of today's entry until I checked on aMgiNe's blog and read her latest entry entitled: tHe bLeSsiNg Of BeLLe's fRieNdShiP....teka ako yun a!

at 3am I am crying...the entry was so touching...i usually hate it when people say thank you to me. I don't like being thanked for for something that i did or had done for them...why...nakakahiya lang...labo? I dunno...i guess its just that I don't expect anything in return...don't get me wrong...its not that I don't appreciate when people say thank you or that i didn't appreciate what she wrote in her blog...nahihiya lang ako...hehehehe.....but again, I am so touched. Knowing that I am a source of comfort for someone...knowing that I made someone smile or laugh...knowing that I am able to help someone...knowing that they wish me well and knowing that I matter to someone...that is enough for me...

"thanks so much belle. may God bring back all your kindness to me to you a hundred times over here in this earth and eternal life in the next. God bless you...."

I'll be at your side
There's no need to worry
Together we'll survive
Through the haste and hurry
I'll be at your side
When you feel like you're alone
And there's nowhere to turn
I'll be at your side.
- "At Your Side," The Corrs

EVER WONDER

Why the sun lightens our hair, but darkens our skin?
Why women can't put on mascara with their mouth closed?
Why don't you ever see the headline ! "Psychic Wins Lottery"?
Why is "abbreviated" such a long word?
Why is it that doctors call what they do "practice"?
Why is it that to stop Windows 98, you have to click on "Start"?
Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavor, and dishwashing liquid made with real lemons?
Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker?
Why is the time of day with the slowest traffic called rush hour?
Why isn't there mouse-flavored cat food?
When dog food is new and improved tasting, who tests it?
Why do they sterilize the needle for lethal injections?
You know that indestructible black box that is used on airplanes? Why don't they make the whole plane out of that stuff?
Why don't sheep shrink when it rains?
Why didn't Noah swat those two mosquitoes?
Why are they called apartments when they are all stuck together?
If con is the opposite of pro, is Congress the opposite of progress?
If flying is so safe, why do they call the airport the terminal?

and this time it was my turn to say: From MY lips to God's ears

Last sunday night, I cried for a friend who's going through a broken heart...i cried while I was praying for her...i cried because I felt the same thing a couple of months ago...i asked God to not take away the pain because I know the pain will make her stronger. I asked God instead to strengthen her heart to endure the pain and loneliness. I asked God to send my guardian angel to comfort her for the night because I know the nights are long and lonely...don't worry dear, you will have laughter in your heart again...maybe not today or tomorrow...not yet...but remember you will one day...God will not give you anything you cannot handle...I thought before that I could never be where I am now but here I am alive and happy...Just pray...

Reach up as far as you can today...

...and God will reach reach down the rest of the way.

If you're too tired to raise your hands, I'll reach up to God for you...

Saints And Sailors

(Dashboard Confessional)

This is where I say I've had enough

No one should ever feel the way that I feel now.

A walking open wound, a trophy display of bruises

And I don't believe that I'm getting any better.

Any better.
Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring

And I'm thinking awful things

Pretty sure that few would notice.

And this apartment is starving for an argument.

Anything at all to break the silence.
Wandering this house like I've never wanted out

And this is about as social as I get now.

And I'm throwing away the letters that I am writing you

Cause they would never do, I would never do.Never
Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring

And I'm thinking awful things

Pretty sure that few would notice.

And this apartment is starving for an argument.

Anything at all to break the silence.
So don't be a liar,Don't say that everything's working when everything's broken.

And you smile like a saint but you curse like a sailor

And you might say the jokes on me.
well I’m not laughing

You’re not leaving

Who do I think I am kidding,

When I’m the only one locked in this cell.
Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring

And I'm thinking awful things

Pretty sure that few would notice.

And this apartment is starving for an argument.

Anything at all to break the silence.
So don't be a liar

Don't say that everything's working when everything's broken.

And you smile like a saint but you curse like a sailor

And you might say the jokes on me.

Bedeviled? ayayay

saturday was kikay day...read nalang what happened in Ayn and Tin's blog or for a more detailed kwento sa blog ni Myls...ayoko na ng paulit ulit ulit ulit ulit...


Tin having her overhaul :P

Things to remember:

1. Do not wear a top that will make you look like a butterfly. I saw Karen Davila last sat..ay sus! flap your wings at lilipad ka na iha!
2. If you are wearing low rise jeans, make sure that nothing bulges out! Please! If you have bilbil (just like me) at least make sure that your top will cover your bilbil
3. No panty lines please! or Panties that show on top of the pants/jeans. If you idolized Britney and Cristina, let them be the slutty ones. They're paid big bucks to be one you're not.
4. If you're going to be brave and mix colors, make sure that they actually mix or the colors match! Think color wheel. Think color wheel! At iha sana keri mo...
5. Are Morticia adams and Cleopatra's looks in right now? I don't think so! May isang babaita na nagpagupit ng ala cleopatra...nye! (as in Jon nye)..ang your panget hair complimented your panget face (devil emoticon here)
6. Wear shoes that actually fit you. I had an aunt who used to buy my cousins rubber shoes and slip ons that were a size bigger. Reason? Because kids grow fast. Sayang daw ang shoes. DUH! Sayang din your brains tita!
7. Wear pants that fit you esp in the butt area
8. Ruffles are in style..NOT! The ruffles and peasant chorva are not in style. Even people wore that horrendous peasant blouse I never got myself one...why kse di naman gumapang sa lusak ang drama ko!
9. In connection with # 6, wear shoes that won't wobble everytime you take a step. And make sure that you yourself won't wobble.
10. Don't dress like a xmas tree.
11. Your Karate outfit is not something that you wear when going on a gimik.
12. Sunvisors. From the name palang should be worn pag may araw!
13. Don't wear outfits that show your bra. PUH-LEASE! I don't wanna know if your white bra is already yellowish na. I know what a bra looks like. I don't need you to show me anymore.
14. Don't wear carpet prints. Gusto mo maupuan?
15. Uso ba ang bading look? Please!
16. If from a dress up party (yknow,hotel debuts or weddings), and you and you're friends are going out, you might wanna bring extra clothes na pang gimik no!

Sunday, August 1, I had lunch in mainit na Don Hen in Glorietta with Lisa, Edwin, Dex, Karla, Leo and Carroll who now goes by the name Carlo or Carlos. Then coffee in Starbucks G4. Before we had warmed out seats, we had to go to the activity center to help out a friend whose company had a booth there. (Commercial: for ringbacks go to http://www.dmc.ph/) They needed 5 people to go on stage or something something. Akala ko naman na it was something hard or nakakahiya. So na tv po ako at nainterview ng konti on-stage w along with my guy friends. yun lang. ang corny no!

Alice: Ate, mamatay ako kung mawawala sa buhay ko si Alex.
Lorna: Ipalilibing kita!
Alice: Ate, please!

kakainis...just when I was kinda rejoicing na I won't get to see him that matagal sa ofc kailangan pa tlaga magpalipat sa gy e...bwisit!  well...not really...honestly..it didnt really affect me kaya nga lang I'd rather na I don't see him...so far I can honestly say na my life is better now...my heart is better na din...i don't cry na..I don't pray for him...I might not be over him 100% but I am over him mga 80-90%..naks may percentage pa...kelan kaya magiging 100%...pero namamatay nga ba tlaga ang pag ibig sa puso ng isang tao?  For me it did happen once...can it happen again...my love him for him will eventually vanish...abracadabra! open sesame! expecto patronum!  alohamora! achichingching achuchungchung! darna! poof!... but it will take time..maybe not now but it will...one of these days I will just wake up and he will be just a figment of my imagination or maybe the oversecretion of my Gonads...basta ako ngayon masaya...maybe not 100% pero masaya...and I am a better person because of what happened...pramis....sana nga lang pag na inlove ulet ako iintindihin ko lahat ng natutunan ko sa mga nangyari sa aking buhay...matuto ka nanaman Maria Belinda...

***oh yeah, that entry that I was telling you about?  di pa tapos...di pa tapos ang mga drama ko sa entry na yun..so, abangan nalang...

"Wala sa damit, wala sa kulay ang pagmamahal, nasa puso...nasa utak."
(Saan Darating ang Umaga)

Have you ever been lost in life or wondered about your purpose in life? How did you overcome that phase?"

Rachelle: "Miss Ventura! it does not define us.What define us is how well we stand after we fall". "Can we start all over again?. second chance? you as you, me as me..?"
(Maid in Manhattan")

After a While (You Learn)
© Veronica A. Shoffstall 1971

After a while you learn the subtle difference between

holding a hand and chaining a soul.

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning,and company doesn’t always mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses are not contracts,and present's aren’t promises.

And you begin to accept your defeats

with your head up and your eyes ahead...

With the grace of a woman,not the grief of a child.

And you learn

To build all your roads on today,

Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans,

and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn that even sunshine burns

if you get too much…

So, you plant your own garden,

and decorate your own soul...

Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure…

you really are strong,

you really do have worth.

And you learn,

and you learn…

with every goodbye,

You Learn…

Read on..you might pick up a thing or two about me...
 
Virgo is the only zodiacal sign represented by a female. It is sometimes thought of as a potentially creative girl, delicately lovely; sometimes as a somewhat older woman, intelligent but rather pedantic and spinsterish. The latter impression is sometimes confirmed by the Virgoan preciseness, refinement, fastidious love of cleanliness, hygiene and good order, conventionality and aristocratic attitude of reserve. They are usually observant, shrewd, critically inclined, judicious, patient, practical supporters of the status quo, and tend toward conservatism in all departments of life. On the surface they are emotionally cold, and sometimes this goes deeper, for their habit of suppressing their natural kindness may in the end cause it to atrophy, with the result that they shrink from committing themselves to friendship, make few relationships, and those they do make they are careful to keep superficial.
But the outward lack of feeling may, in some individuals born under this sign, conceal too much emotion, to which they are afraid of giving way because they do not trust others, nor do they have confidence in themselves and their judgments. This is because they are conscious of certain shortcomings in themselves of worldliness, of practicality, of sophistication and of outgoingness. So they bring the art of self concealment to a high pitch, hiding their apprehensiveness about themselves and their often considerable sympathy with other people under a mantle of matter-of-factness and undemonstrative, quiet reserve. They are still waters that run deep. Yet in their unassuming, outwardly cheerful and agreeable fashion, they can be sensible, discreet, well spoken, wise and witty, with a good understanding of other people's problems which they can tackle with a practicality not always evident in their own personal relationships.
Both sexes have considerable charm and dignity, which make some male Virgoans appear effeminate when they are not. In marriage they can be genuinely affectionate, making good spouses and parents, but their love making is a perfection of technique rather than the expression of desire, and they must be careful not to mate with a partner whose sex drive requires a passion they cannot match.
They are intellectually enquiring, methodical and logical, studious and teachable. They combine mental ingenuity with the ability to produce a clear analysis of the most complicated problems. They have an excellent eye for detail but they may be so meticulous that they neglect larger issues. Also, although they are realists, they may slow down projects by being too exact. They are practical with their hands, good technicians and have genuine inventive talents, Thoroughness, hard work and conscientiousness are their hallmarks, and they are such perfectionists that, if things go wrong, they are easily discouraged. Because of their ability to see every angle of a many-sided question, they are unhappy with abstract theorizing. Appreciating the many different points of view as they do, they find philosophical concepts difficult, and they vacillate and have no confidence in any conclusions at which they arrive.
With these qualities, they are better as subordinates than leaders. Responsibility irks them and they often lack the breadth of strategic vision that a leader needs Virgoans are essentially tacticians, admirable in the attainment of limited objectives. Their self distrust is something they project on to other people and tends to make them exacting employers, though in the demands they make on those under them they temper this attitude with justice. They have potential abilities in the arts, sciences and languages. Language especially they use correctly, clearly, consciously and formally, as grammarians and etymologists rather than for literary interests, yet they are likely to have a good memory for apt quotations. Although they are well suited for careers in machine drawing, surveying and similar occupations, they are better fitted for a job in a library or office than a workshop.
Their minds are such that they need the stimulus of practical problems to be solved rather than the mere routine or working to set specifications that need no thought. They are careful with money and their interest in statistics makes them excellent bookkeepers and accountants. They also make good editors, physicists and analytical chemists. They may also find success as welfare workers, ministering to those less fortunate than themselves. They can be doctors, nurses, psychologists, teachers, confidential secretaries, technologists, inspectors, musicians, critics, public speakers and writers especially of reference works such as dictionaries and encyclopedias. Both sexes have a deep interest in history, a feature recognized by astrological authorities for at least two hundred years. If they go in for a business career their shrewdness and analytical ingenuity could tempt them into dishonesty, though they usually have enough moral sense to resist temptation. Female Virgoans may find a career in fashion, for they have a flair for dress, in which they can be trend setters. In any profession they choose the natives of this sign readily assimilate new ideas, but always with caution, conserving what they consider worth keeping from the past. They love country life but are unlikely to make good farmers, unless they can contrive to carry out their work without outraging their sense of hygiene and cleanliness.
Their faults, as is usual with all zodiacal types, are the extremes of their virtues. Fastidious reticence and modesty become old-maidishness and persnicketiness; balanced criticism becomes carping and nagging; and concern for detail becomes overspecialization. Virgoans are liable to indecision in wider issues and this can become chronic, turning molehills of minor difficulties into Himalayas of crisis. Their prudence can become guile and their carefulness, turned in on themselves, can produce worriers and hypochondriacs.

*most of the things written above are correct...

nothing substantial to write muna...just my everyday life...i'm trying to compose an entry that may or may not catch your interest when I post it sometime next week...

~was in the gy shift from thursday to friday for WSV training.  na di naman ako nakinig masyado sa trainer.  sorry myles, i'm really like that.   i'm not a classroom person e.  i learn better in actual situations.


on our way to Dencio's

~Friday night, had dinner with Tin, Joel, Jon and Mitch in Dencio's Paseo Center.


~friday night, gobbled up 4 gonuts donuts...tsalap...

~Saturday: Carroll (my ex ex.  and LALAKI sya ok!) made me sundo sa hws then went to Eastwood to look at the shops. ate in fazoli's and had coffee ..er..tea in Coffee Beanery (tama ba?) while waiting for some of our friends to arrive.  7pm Lisa and Edwin arrived.  Ate in Fazoli's AGAIN! then met up with Karla and Leo to watch IMELDA...movie was great...for a good review..go to Rocketboy's site..see my links...there were 2 watchamacalit performers who ...a basta gumagalaw lang sila when you put money sa box nila..astig sobra! how they endure doing that for hours i'll never understand..astig tlaga..leo even thought na it was some sort of  a promotional thing for iRobot..hehehe..had coffee afterwards in Seattle's Best...still in Eastwood....good old friends...i miss them sayang wala si dex and igs...mas hilarious if they were there...hehehe....


Edwin, Leo, Carroll, Karla and Lisa (na parang siningit lang) 

 

Karla, me, Carroll and Leo

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Your horoscope for Wednesday, July 21:

You're in the mood to make changes. The good news is that everyone around you is ready to accept them. You can't ask for better astrological weather. Move.


Your horoscope for Thursday, July 22:

Take one last, lingering glance backwards -- and then walk away. You need to put the past behind you, and think about what's really, really important to you now.


and so I am...

"The expression "madly in love" is apt, for it describes a form of temporary insanity."



is my insanity stage over...i'm thinking that it is...I'd like to believe that it is...but then again let's not bring out the champagne yet...we never know when pain will just suddenly hit us in the gut and knock us out cold again...not yet not yet but I hope and pray that is...sometimes reality has this weird sense of humor that when you just think that you're all good to go it suddenly just pulls the rug from under you causing you to fall flat on your face...so I won't get my hopes us just yet..i won't pop the cork just yet and I just won't keep my hopes up...but that won't hinder me from having a good day in the office (just like today)...and that won't hinder me from enjoying my life as it is...that won't hinder me from enjoying my friends and the people I work with...i'm living by the moment as it is...taking my time discovering myself...and getting to know more and more people...

Carrie: My Zen teacher said the only way to true happiness is to live in the moment and not be worried about the future

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is it because I am lonely and in need of some TLC or is it because I truly love him? This question has been playing in my mind for a couple of days now...and still it plays...and if I do love him, would he take me back...again the question plays and echoes...and if he is willing, will it be for keeps this time.......the question plays and reverberates...who do I love then? the one who left or the one who I left...am I still in love with both or am I just in need of some TLC..

"Am I lovely and do you want me coz I am hungry for something that will make me real...Can't you see me and do you love me coz I am desperate for searching for
something real..."

THE EX

Now I have an idea why people make such a big deal about exes. Y'know...stuff like, getting over the ex. Dealing with the ex. Being friends with the ex. Being the ex.

I am an ex.

I know that it's stupid -- and silly -- to sound as if my whole life revolved around being somebody's ex-girlfriend. But I can't help it...that title packs a pretty
strong punch. I am now an official member of the "loved-and-lost" club. And while it's a title I don't exactly want, I have to admit that it does say some things about me.

I am an ex.

I once loved someone who loved me back. But he didn't want to stay... So I had to let him go. I cried. A lot. I spent countless nights wondering what went wrong, muffling my sobs with my pillows so my parents wouldn't suspect that something was amiss. I'd reminisce about our happy times, then break down when I'd realize that
he was no longer mine.

I analyzed every single detail of our breakup. I wrote long e-mails to my closest friends. I talked endlessly about my situation. I spent my nights in tearful telephone conversations and my days in daydreams where we'd end up in each other's arms again. Sometimes he was still my angel, still my knight in shining armor who I'd do anything for just to have back. But sometimes, I saw him as the devil incarnate who broke my heart in the worst possible way, and who deserved to be horsewhipped at the very least. I told myself that it was all for the better. That
this was what was best for the both of us. That this was God's plan. My friends offered similar advice, none of which I hadn't heard before:

"It's a sign that you're not meant for each other,"
"When God closes a door, He opens a window,"
"Someone better is coming for you," "There are so many other fish in the sea," etc.

But it didn't work. Because deep down, I still believed that he was the one,the only one. And I couldn't understand how this was all for the better... when every day seemed more torturous than the last... not being able to be with him the way I
wanted to be, seeing him so unaffected, and dealing with my broken-and-smashed heart and my bruised ego.

I tried to immerse myself in other activities to forget about him. I went out a lot. I filled my schedule with movie marathons, shopping sprees, and Dance Maniax. It worked for a while... but then there were times -- times when my mind was cleared of the busy thoughts I tried to occupy it with -- that I would think of him. His memory would sneak up to me on tiptoes, catching me in my most vulnerable moments.

I tried to show the world that I was OK. That I was over him. That it was fine just being friends. I didn't go around with a big "X" on my forehead, nor did I go around
with puffy eyes and a tissue box. I tried to live my life as I knew it before I met him. People thought that I was doing great. They heard me laugh and they saw me smile; I seemed happy, they said; and I told myself that I was. But in the solace of
my room, where I tried to organize my thoughts and sort out my feelings, I had to admit to myself that I wasn't truly happy. Because I was still yearning for someone, and my heart still ached for something that could not be. It's been over 1 year since we broke up,surprisingly, things have gotten better. I've changed. Somewhere along the way, I realized that he wasn't the only one out there for me.
I also realized that there were valid, powerful reasons why we split up. And I've become stronger,older, wiser. He's changed as well -- when I look at him, sometimes I still see the boy I fell in love with. Sometimes I think that he's the same person... he still has the same goofy smile and mischievous charm that fell for, and I like to believe that the rest of him is unchanged as well. But then I take a loser look and I realize that he HAS changed...that I don't know him anymore, not really... not enough to love and care for him as I once did.

I am an ex.

I've loved and lost. I've cried tears for the things that were and that could have been. I've wrestled with intense feelings of love and hate, of jealousy, of frustration. I've simultaneously taken down and brought up my pride. I've tried to rebuild my world without the person whom it used to revolve around. I've tried to save myself from the depths of depression and self-pity, and when I couldn't do that, I turned to God for help. I don't know exactly what I gained, or how much I lost. Maybe someday it will be all clear to me... then again, maybe not.

Day 2

Place: Cafe Breton, Podium
Time: Late afternoon to early evening
Book: Many waters by Madeleine L'Engle
Food: Mango Banana Crepe
Yosi: Marlboro Lights

I wasn't able to go to the Burial of Adonis because I woke up late na due to not being able to go home agad..got stuck in the office coz of that damned elevator...ggrrr...met up with Myls, Tin, Garv and Iro in CPK Shang...I hate going to CPK Shang coz of the hanging bridge that you have to traverse..I'm afraid of heights! Anyway highway, After CPK, we were s'posed to watch Kill Bill (Belle daw sabe ni Iro) kaso di na palabas (namatay na ata si Bill tlaga) so we tried our luck in Podium (pronounced as Pow-d-yum at hindi Podyum!)..kaso again, Bill couldn't be resurrected...hhaayyy malas mo tlaga Tin...Around late afternoon, when everyone went home na I stayed in Cafe Breton to-again- read...I was also s'posed to have dinner w Carroll sana kaso di natuloy...I didn't go na din to Kat's baby shower coz it was raining hard...after buying Igo's gift (Kat's baby) in Baby and Company where i was asked if I wanted to join a mommy seminar..huwwaattt mukha ba akong nanay!?!?!? Sa ganda kong ito sus...maganda din ang magiging baby ko ...logic logic to what i just wrote...shiyet..jon virus alert jon virus alert...time to end this


"I dont expect my love affairs to last long
never fool myself
that my dreams will come true
being used to trouble
I anticipate it but all the same I hate it, wouldn't you"-another hall by maria ciccone

I think that I just found MY SONG:

Extraordinary
(Liz Phair)


You think that I go home at night
Take off my clothes, turn out the lights
But I burn letters that I write
To you, to make you love me

Yeah, I drive naked through the park
And run the stop sign in the dark
Stand in the street, yell out my heart
To make, to make you love me

I am extraordinary
If you'd ever get to know me
I am extraordinary
I am just your ordinary
Average every day sane psycho
Supergoddess
Average every day sane psycho

You may not believe in me
But I believe in you
So I still take the trash out
Does that make me too normal for you

So dig a little deeper cause
You still don't get it yet
See me lickin' my lips, need a primitive fix
And I'll make, I'll make you love me

I am extraordinary
If you'd ever get to know me
I am extraordinary
I am just your ordinary
Average every day sane psycho
Supergoddess
Average every day sane psycho
Supergoddess

See me jump through hoops for you
You stand there watching me performing
What exactly do you do
Have you ever thought it's you that's boring
Who the hell are you

I am extraordinary
If you'd ever get to know me
I am extraordinary
I am just your ordinary

Average every day sane psycho Supergoddess
Average every day sane psycho
Average every day sane psycho Supergoddess
Average every day sane psycho
Average every day sane psycho Supergoddess
Average every day sane psycho
Average every day sane psycho

"What a lovely surprise to discover how unlonely being alone can be."
- Ellen Burstyn
 
With my new sked I am now able to pursue my saturday or sunday morning reading over coffee (read: coke) and yosi ritual.
 
Day 1
 
Place: Cafe Breton, GB3
Time:  11am-230PM
Book: A Lady, First (autobiography of Letitia Baldridge)
Food: Mango Banana Crepe
Yosi: Marlboro Lights
 

 
aaahhh....solitude...time to be able to sit back and relax amidst the hustlebustle and craziness of the world...this I missed when I had a partner...time to be myself and time to just be...
 
yesterday, I couldn't help but overhear the conversation that was brewing in the the next table..they were talking about power consumption..."intellectual" conversation if I may use the term.....with Carroll (my ex ex), we used to have that since he was a reader himself and was always updated with who's who and what's what especially in the business world may it be here or in Taiwan, where he is currently based.  We used to have such conversations over coffee or dinner and he'd always end up conceding to whatever it was that I was espousing...well, just to shut me up of course...with the jerx, we didn't have that..well I did try to but i just to explain all the nitty gritty stuff of what I was talking about since he doesn't read and doesn't watch the news...basta he's just not into that kind of stuff...he was more updated with the songs and mtv stuff...not that there's anything wrong with that...i guess he just doesn't go for that serious stuff lang...well, going back...i miss those kind of  conversations...still have to find someone who can match my mouth and my vocab, though...but for the meantime I'm content with playing the ditzy, insipid girl ...hahahahaha!
 
Seduce my mind and you can have my body, Find my soul and I'm yours forever. ~ by Anonymous 
 
"Thinking I'm a moron gives people something to feel smug about." Charles Wallace said. "Why should I disillusion them?"
(A wrinkle in Time)   
 

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