Who's Your Celebrity Soul Mate?



Your celebrity soul mate is someone who's Classy.

It's all about subtle style and sophistication with you. That's why when it comes to matters of the heart, the celeb who'll snare yours will be a classy character both onscreen and off. Whether you're strutting the red carpet or sharing a romantic rendezvous on Rodeo Drive, only a class act will be right for the part of your soul mate.

Someone like Ewan McGregor has just the right combination of good looks, charm, and smarts to keep up with a star like you. Dinner dates filled with intellectual conversations and soft candlelight would keep this silver-screen dream burning bright. So reserve a table for two. You never know when you might meet someone special who's as classy as you!

Going live on Friday. Don't wanna think about that yet.


Looking forward to Saturday though. I reserved five tickets for "The Passion of the Christ". After more than 2 years, this is going to be a movie that all five of us in the family would watch again. You see, we used to watch movies together during weekends. But it's been a while since we did that. I'm gonna pay more for our reserved seats but what the heck. It's for my family and we are going to enjoy ourselves!

I couldn't meet him this week. He has sore eyes since yesterday (rampant during summer) and being absent from work is not an option for me. Although I would miss him, I'd bear it. Anyways, he wouldn't want me to get sore eyes too.

You Are a Peppermint Cappuccino

You're fun, outgoing, and you love to try anything new.
However, you tend to have strong opinions on what you like.
You are a total girly girly at heart - and prefer your coffee with good conversation.
You're the type that seems complex to outsiders, but in reality, you are easy to please


What Kind Of Coffee Are You? Take This Quiz :-)

Perhaps...
You have forgotten how it feels to laugh, simply to laugh.
How it feels to know for certain the depths and source of your feelings.

Perhaps...
You've forgotten how it feels to reach out, knowing with certainty that you will touch what you reach for.

Perhaps...
You've forgotten the tingle of your body when what you reach for, reaches back to you...
and touches you.

Perhaps...
You've forgotten what it's like to live in the innocence and purity of love.
And since perhaps you've forgotten, I have to once again remind you.
For I have not forgotten... and I still believe.
You ask me what it is that I believe in, and my answer to you is simple.
I believe in... the possibilities.

Got this from padmeskywalker.

Which poem are you? Sonnet 17 by Pablo Neruda Aw, you're a romantic. You believe in true love and all that sort of stuff. How cute are you? To you, love is incredible and amazing.

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Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were the salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Someday I'll Know

I have this guy friend whom I met more than 2 years ago. Can't seem to stop thinking about him today. I browsed through his online profile earlier. Haven't seen him for quite sometime now. I wonder how he's doing nowadays. Although my conscience says: "Oh no!", I have to admit that I miss him. You see, I liked him a lot before. He was my crush.

Let me correct myself, I still like him. I've always associated him with the title of this song because I had a feeling before that he was gay. Apparently, he's not.


So many questions I need an answer
Two years later, you're still on my mind
~New Radicals, "Someday We'll Know"

Got this from lifey.

If i were to give someone a box with 12 things that would best define me, my box would have:

1. a copy of JRR Tolkien's "The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King"
2. a handkerchief
3. a notebook
4. a Parker ball-point pen
5. a pair of sneakers
6. Gap Blue cologne
7. a TPTS button
8. a Legolas poster
9. a Westlife concert picture
10. See's chocolate
11. a CD with a compilation of love songs, pop and slow rock music
12. a black underwear

what's in your box? :)

Got this from ulan.

If you call me Karen, you are a new friend or a friend I've known not more than 5 years ago.
If you call me Karen Kristie, you are my mother when mad or Doris Joyce.
If you call me Ka, you are Laurice or Joy.
If you call me Ren, you are Mae or Liezel.
If you call me KC, you are a high school barkada.
If you call me KK, you are Sir Ecs, Rommel, Mikki or Karen.
If you call me Galenlondeien, you are a TPTS member I knew online.
If you call me Galen, you are Cmdr Gabe E. :)
If you call me Tata, you are an immediate family member or a close relative.
If you call me Peachy or Peach, you are a relative.
If you call me Lisse, you are my Lisse.
If you call me hon, you are still my Lisse.
If you call me Kenya, you are a pax or CCD-Marie. :)

Feels Like Camping

Last night was a different experience. We were supposed to go back to training but then the computers were down in the training room. We spent the night telling ghost stories. It was fun, especially since we are all aware than our office is haunted. (I just wish the ghosts in the office are "friendly" as they claim them to be. But then, I have already lots of friends, thank you. Hehe! I'm not the type who can feel these things or has a "third eye" for that matter, but I do believe they exist.) We formed a circle inside the training room and we scared each other's wits. Come to think of it, we were also paid so we didn't have any complaints. My worry now is that we are behind in training and that means more info overload to come our way.

I am moody, but during this time of the month, I am moodier. Blame it on hormones and all but I easily get pissed off during my monthly period. I rarely get mad, but when I do, no one dares to cross my path. Not to mention these menstrual cramps I have to go through... Argh! I'd rather be a man. Alright, here's what happened. My sister was playful with me today (maybe because she lacks of better things to do since its summer vacation) and she decided to scare me to death when I was alone in our room. Since I got easily irritated, I threw her a book. She was glad it was not her "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire", but I shred my bro's "Basic Japanese" book to pieces. I felt really guilty after that.

Thanks to my "guardian angel", he convinced me she was just being playful and I decided to make peace with her before I went to work.

I am crazy.

Last day for calls. Tough but I think I just need practice and experience. Back to training class tomorrow night. Three gals in my batch are absent tonight. Wednesday night is ladies night. Wish I could get a breather and just go to a late night gimmick as well. Since I'll be in night shift, I dunno if that will happen anytime soon. *sigh*

Courtesy of: Garfield

100 Years
~*Five For Fighting*~

I'm 15 for a moment
Caught in between 10 and 20
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are

I'm 22 for a moment
She feels better than ever
And we're on fire
Making our way back from Mars

15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to lose
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live

I'm 33 for a moment
Still the man, but you see I'm a they
A kid on the way
A family on my mind

I'm 45 for a moment
The sea is high
And I'm heading into a crisis
Chasing the years of my life

15 there's still time for you
Time to buy, Time to lose yourself
Within a morning star

15 I'm all right with you
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live

Half time goes by
Suddenly you're wise
Another blink of an eye
67 is gone
The sun is getting high
We're moving on...

I'm 99 for a moment
Dying for just another moment
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are

15 there's still time for you
22 I feel her too
33 you're on your way
Every day's a new day...

15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to choose
Hey 15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live

In other words: Life is short.

I was not able to sleep today. I had difficulty adjusting my body clock. Now I am taking calls and I am not sleepy at all! Why? Coz I am so scared! I don't think I am prepared to take live calls yet, but here I am!

By the way, I was informed that there was an opening for a pediatric physical therapist somewhere in QC. Quite far from my house but I think I'm gonna check it out if I could do part-time.

Been adjusting my body clock to a nocturnal work schedule starting tonight. Three nights of calls and the remaining two for training. I don't think I'm ready to take calls again, but what the heck. I just hope it's going to be easier than I thought.

The Deep Breath Before the Plunge
(~Gandalf the White)

Looking forward to weekend. Wanted to rest my info-overloaded brain first before taking calls starting 10pm on Monday.

Most of my batchmates already went to Malate for dinner, drinks and fun. I wanted to join but I did not have the finances, so I skipped the invite. I missed those late night gimmicks with friends.

Last day of the work week. Back to my nocturnal lifestyle on Monday. We will be taking calls as a part of our training for three days. Been hearing not-so-good news from my the previous company I worked with. I dunno. I'm just glad I stepped out of there before everything goes haywire.

These past few days I often felt like something's missing. I dunno what. I feel kinda empty. So, I wrote a 6-page story last night just to let it all out. "Baring It All" is the title. I don't think I'm gonna publish it though. It's too... personal. Maybe there will come a time that I could let others know. But not now. Definitely, not now.

Special Edition

My second cousin and her "prince charming" went to Hong Kong yesterday. They left us this really cool CD player that he bought for my cousin. No, they did not give us the player but wanted us to take care of it until my cousin gets back and she'll take it with her to the province. Anyways, it was cool. Then my sis decided to play our old Westlife Special Edition cassette tape (the first album). We are Westlife fanatics and I could remember playing that album when I was going through a grueling rotation in PGH. So, I had special memories about the songs. The cover of that album was even signed by Nicky Byrne and Kian Egan during their first concert here in the Philippines last May 2000. Oh well, what happened was when I was about to get the tape from the player, the tape got stuck.


Then my sis was sweating as she carefully tried to unwind the tape from the player but after about 20 minutes, it snapped. I don't know if we can still get a copy of that CD here in Manila. After that incident, I did not find the player cool enough anymore. I think it was a monster! It ate our preciousss... Huhuhu!


I hope it was not a bad omen about the person who paid for it.

Got to hear live calls today. I think I'll give it some time for myself to adjust and I'll do fine. 'Tis better than the last one.

Got this quiz from a friend.


You are Architecture.
You are the most functional art form and rarely do
anything without some practical purpose.
Although you are capable of easily outstaging
the other arts, you usually prefer to go
unnoticed.


What form of art are you?
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Second week of training is tougher than last week. I expected that. So far, I'm enjoying the lax environment here. Wish I'll have fun in this new job. I miss my friends from PS though. But we have to take our own paths. Who knows? Our paths may meet again some time in the future.

Lisse: Goodluck on your job interview today!

Life without taking chances
Is no kind of life at all
You've gotta stand up for something
Even if you might fall
Gotta take the road
Wherever it might go
No matter where, no matter what
~"I Did it for You", Westlife

Buses and Trains
~Bachelor Girl~

Hey mum! Why didn't you tell me?
Why didn't you teach me a thing or two?
Did you just let me go out, into the world?
You never thought to share what you knew.

So I walked under a bus, I got hit by a train.
Keep falling in love, which is kinda the same.
I've sunk out at sea, crashed my car, gone insane.
And it felt so good, I wanna do it again.

Hey mum! Why didn't you want me?
Cause I found boys were something I should have known.
They're like chocolate cake, like cigarettes.
I know they're bad for me, but I just can't leave them alone.

And I walked under a bus, I got hit by a train.
And it felt so good, I wanna do it again.
I wanna do it again, I wanna do it again, hey hey!
Ohh, think I'm so good? Hey!

Hey mum! Since we're talking, what was it like when you were young?
Has the world changed, or is it still the same?
A man can kill, and still be the sweetest fun!

And I walked under a bus, I got hit by a train,
And it felt so good, I wanna do it again.

Now and Then

Feeling better today.

The first week of training is not that tough. There were a lot of "free breaks" and opportunities for us to surf the net or play PC games. (Hehe!) Then most exams were open notes, so we did not have to read in advance at home. The new account is a bit tough since I do not have any background about it. But then I know it will only take practice and it would be relatively easier than the first account I handled. I mean, that was tough too and I never had background as well, but I guess it has something to do with how your co-workers (especially those in the upper part of the corporate ladder) and even the clients (less irate ones) treat you. We were warned that teh next few days in training would be a lot tougher, but I'll take it one day at a time. I'm looking forward to payday as well. *insert evil grin*

Yesterday, we gave each other a scare after telling ghost stories at work. This went on when I arrived home and my sister told me her stories as well. When I took a bath at about 11PM, you can imagine I was getting paranoid. Most lights were turned off and the shadows gave me the creeps. (Yeah, I'm a scaredy cat even if I'm not much of a "screamer"). Anyways, I could not sleep. What I did was took out out old baby photos and laughed my head off. It was nice to reminisce my school days too. Although there were really tough times, I think I had a great childhood environment. Here are some of my fave kiddie pics:



That's one-year-old me with the teddy made for me by my cousin.



I believed Mama Mary gave me the lollipop I was eating.



While waiting for my younger bro to be delivered. This is a two-year-old me in Bacolod Sanitarium and Hospital.



This is my fave father-and-daughter pic.

*sigh*

You bet I was able to sleep peacefully after that.

Entire body aching. This is even worse than being bumped by a jeepney.

Slipping Down

When I was 15, I had this huge bruise on my left buttock after I got bumped by a jeepney. I never had that again until last night when I fell down an 8-step stairs at home. I slipped and bruised my left buttock and left ankle. It was so painful but I was glad I did not have any fractures whatsoever. I was teary-eyed since I could not get up for about 3 minutes. It was so painful and I had to take painkillers so I could sleep. But today, whenever I come to think of it, I found the incident funny. I'm at work and I still couldn't sit straight. I thought it's good that I was the one who fell down instead of any other member of my family. Anyways, it's our first year together and we're not doing anything special today. Maybe some other time, like this weekend. But it sure is tough to celebrate when we don't have any moolah.

Sigh.

~*Happy 1st Anniversary, Lisse!!!*~

Pulled up this old tape and listened to this to help me with my angst...



Head Over Feet

I had no choice but to hear you
You stated your case time and again
I thought about it

You treat me like I'm a princess
I'm not used to liking that
You ask how my day was

You've already won me over in spite of me
And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet
Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your fault

Your love is thick and it swallowed me whole
You're so much braver than I gave you credit for
That's not lip service

You've already won me over in spite of me
And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet
Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your fault

You are the bearer of unconditional things
You held your breath and the door for me
Thanks for your patience

You're the best listener that I've ever met
You're my best friend
Best friend with benefits
What took me so long

I've never felt this healthy before
I've never wanted something rational
I am aware now
I am aware now

You've already won me over in spite of me
And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet
Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your fault

No entry yesterday. This will be a long one.

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Yesterday was a totally different experience. Different in a sense that a day like that does not happen in my everyday life. I started my training and for the next two weeks, I would have to go with the flow of Makati rush hour since I'll be in at 9AM until 6PM. That's ok, that would only be for two weeks. I underwent the introduction of the getting-to-know-you stage and also finished the first manual. Info overload but I guess that's normal for a person with no background whatsoever in mortgage.

After a tiring day at work, my family and I were invited to dinner to this posh resto (Tony Roma). My second cousin and her boyfriend finally met in person and they are going to Iloilo City, Boracay and Hong Kong in the next two weeks. (I was melting in envy.) To remind you of this cousin of mine, please go back to the entry on December 14. Anyways, after a long online relationship, they finally met and decided to get married probably next year (no definite date yet). After two hours of eating and listening and laughing to their stories (I'm not a talker in this type of situation), I realized it seems like she (my second cousin) won the lottery and more. Financially-speaking, she has can lay on all the moolah in their hotel suite until the day she dies! I was not much of a believer in the online love thing, (although I met my man online, but I fell in love with him in person) especially with those websites created to find love in the world wide web. It may seem odd but I think they really are in love with each other. They're both happy and can't seem to stop looking at each other and whispering to each other's ears... Let me not go to the details since some friends of mine may puke (Hi Lau! Hehehe!).

Anyways, for the last two days they, or actually she raided every shop in the Ayala Mall. He even bought her my dream phone (as of the moment), a Nokia 6600, which is probably worth my salary for three months! By the way, there were six of us who had dinner: the couple, my mother, my sis, me and another cousin.

Funny thing was, after dinner was over and the happy couple went back to their hotel room, this other cousin of mine told us she also met a man in the same website where the happy couple met each other! HAHAHA! (Trust me, that was a sarcastic laugh.) I mean, she was also trying her luck to win the lottery! Man, I dunno if that was desperate of her or what. But then again, I wish her all the luck since I've been through chatting and all that during my college years and most guys who chatted with me are either boring or liars. Well, goodluck girl and I hope you find your true love.

On the way home, my sis and I were kidding our mom about logging in to the same website and searching for a wealthy man. I swear it was just a joke, but my mom was dead serious when she said yes. (I know I'm desperate and pathetic too but I don't think I've reached that level.) Then I told her that I won't be getting my salary on the 15th because my previous employer placed a hold on it. Honestly, I only have P600 until the end of the month. I dunno how I can budget that, but I hope my family can survive. After having dinner that was worth P4,500 for six people, I wished I can regurgitate the food I ate and just transform it into cash.

To think tomorrow is our first year anniversary and we don't have any celebration. Maybe some other day. *sniff* Probably this is the "challenge" that my friend warned me about. I just have to wait if he sticks with me through this to know that he's the Neo of my life (Yeah, if he's "The One"). He's not rich and I'm afraid my parents won't accept him. That's one of my fears.

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Before I slept that night, I cried. I just felt so sad.

Correction: I have to wait a bit longer. I was just informed that my training starts tomorrow morning instead of tonight. Now, that's a change for a night worker like me.

Yesterday, I had the time to bond with new and old friends and I had fun! Met up with a bunch of mooters from TPTS and it was a blast! Had my future (sort-of) read by a friend using tarot cards. (Don't get me wrong, I am not an firm believer of that. I still believe in making my own destiny. I just do them for fun and that includes horoscopes as well.) Got home later than usual and then got a phonecall from a high school classmate. I was invited to a farewell party. He got accepted as a flight steward in an international airlines and he will be leaving on Saturday. I'm happy for him. He graduated PT but I knew it was never his calling. I'm glad he would enjoy his job and earn a lot as well. I hope that someday, that would happen to me too. No, not become a flight attendant (I won't pass the physical requirements. Haha!), but get a job that would be 3F: fulfilling, fun and financially-rewarding. Then talked to an another old friend on the phone for more than 2 hours! (I haven't done that for a long time!) But yesterday was great.

I'll start working in my new job tonight. *cross fingers*

I feel like I'm going to burst. So within a span of five minutes, I made a hastily written series of questions (I don't think this will pass as a poem) that would hopefully help me contain whatever it is I'm feeling (I think I'm going crazy).

Here goes:

Do You?

Do you know how thinking of us spending time together gives me a natural high that no drug can offer?

Do you know that whenever we part ways, you take a part of me that it hurts inside?

Do you know that whenever you tell me how your day was I am happy but sad at the same time because I could have spent the day with you?

Do you know that whenever you tell me of the people around like your family and loved ones I'd be glad but feel selfish at the same time because I could have been the one sharing each moment with you?

Do you know how I try my best to let them see how good a person you are so that they will understand why I care for you?

Do you know how hard it is to let them accept you for who you are the way I've accepted you?

Do you know how reminiscing our times spent together gives me a bittersweet experience because each moment shows me more of who you are and who I am becoming because of you?

Do you know how much it means to me when you remember me and make me feel special?

Do you really know what you mean whenever you say you love me?

Do you really know how I truly feel whenever I say I love you?

Whew!

I thought a week's worth of vacation would be enough. For a tired body maybe, but not for a tired mind and a tired soul.

Will start working for my new job on Monday. I'm excited and anxious at the same time.

I miss being in school. At this time of the year, I would have been looking forward to summer vacation. But I guess that's not the way life goes.

people are people
by dSound

I am the one
who believes in all that you say
I am the one
who never wants to define herself
I am the one
who’s paralell, upfront, behind
I am the one
paddling like crazy through the night

Refine, old time, colourblind
Big sign, do time, doesn’t rhyme
A lot, to much, standing tall
And I’m crying in the valley:
“I shall never, ever fall!”

People are people
and I feel so strong
People are people and I’m
going on

I am the one
who stirrs it up everytime
I am the one
who never knows how close she is
I am the one
who’d rather be dead than confess
I am the one
trying to be good, wanting to be bad and so on

Excess, temptress, big mess
Phoney, lonely, it’s a test
Be still my heart, don’t you fail
And I’m crying on the stagefloor:
“I will always prevail!”

I’m going on…

MD diagnosis: Muscle pain. Hahaha! I can make a better diagnosis than that.

I'd still rather cure the root of the symptoms through therapy (even if it means enduring the pain of stretching and massage) than temporarily lessen the symptoms by taking meds. I never believed much in doctors who prescribe meds and think they know what's wrong with you after examining you for approximately 3 minutes. The meds actually bore a hole in my pocket.

If only I can be my personal physical therapist and elongate my arms to reach my midback and upper back. Darn.

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I'm adjusting to the new blogger settings again...

Very, very tired. I spent the day trying to be a good Filipino citizen by applying for my SSS ID this morning and getting my TIN from the BIR this afternoon. Turned out my TIN was already validated. Thank God (and thank Allan too).

Last year, almost PhP35,000.00 of my earnings went to my taxes. I hope (and pray) that the government (sheesh!) is putting that amount to good use. But I know that there are people who are (waaaaay) better off than me and who can get away with not paying the exact amount for their taxes. How can they get away with that? Go figure.

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Been having trouble sleeping these past couple of days. Probably because of my aching back (read: muscle spasm on the right upper trapezius, pain scale 6/10 during prolonged sitting without backrest; and left levator scapula, pain scale 9/10 during prolonged sitting without backrest). Gotta see a doctor tomorrow about it. Then another reason probably is the adjustment of my body clock. I am not used to sleeping in the evening so I tend to wake up every hour.

The 76th Annual Academy Awards



I cannot shake off the goosebumps on my skin. "The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King" bagged it all. 11 awards out of 11 nominations! I am so proud! They deserve it!

And the Oscar goes to:

Best supporting actor - Tim Robbins (Mystic River)
Best art direction - LOTR: ROTK
Best animated feature film - Finding Nemo
Best costume design - LOTR:ROTK
Best supporting actress - Renee Zelwegger (Cold Mountain)
Best live action short film - Two Soldiers
Best animated short film - Harvie Krumpel
Best special effects - LOTR:ROTK
Best makeup - LOTR:ROTK
Best sound mixing - LOTR:ROTK
Best in sound editing - Master and Commander
Best documentary short subject - Chernobyl Heart
Best documentary feature - The Fog of War
Best original score - LOTR:ROTK
Best editing - LOTR:ROTK
Best original song - "Into the West" (Annie Lennox) LOTR:ROTK
Best foreign language film - The Barbarian Invasion (Canada)
Best Cinematography - Master and Commander
Best adapted screenplay - LOTR:ROTK
Best original screenplay - Lost in Translation
Best director - Peter Jackson (LOTR:ROTK)
Best Actress - Charlize Theron (Monster)
Best Actor - Sean Penn (Mystic River)
Best Picture - "The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King

Aren't we glad Prof. JRR Tolkien wrote the trilogy and Peter Jackson decided to make it into a movie?

Less than thirty minutes away before the 76th Annual Academy Awards...

Please let it be Peter Jackson as the Best Director and The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King as the Best Picture... Pretty please...