Tuesday, December 25, 2007

It's supposed to be merry...

...but I'm being like Grinch here due to a a couple of reasons (I'd like to think I'm still cute though) - clear though I'm being bitten by holiday blues - that bad I'm blogging a bit about what I'm feeling here. Sorry but I just have to let this out.

Christmas greetings are pouring in via SMS, but I haven't replied to any of them - I didn't load enough credit also, but bottom line, I'm not happy now like my well-wishers are....

Yes, supposed to be a very Merry Christmas for me, but I'm now in a middle of confused thoughts, thoughts that need to be cleared....

I'm not a saint, but I'm always true to what I feel and I always care for what I have, especially if it's achieving a very prized and treasured aim. But to be thought of something else, that I can't accept, but because of some rational thinking and deeper understanding, I now see myself to be more patient of things, especially about things that truly matter and are shaping my life at the moment.

But maybe my being human is to consider if I got angry, I got defensive, I got impatient, and I said things I'm now regretting I said them....

Hurting here. This is not what I thought for my Christmas 2007. But I should still try to make the occasion happy for all. And I'm always thankful to Jesus Christ, the reason why we have this celebration, and I know all I'm going through is just a test from Him, that I'm determined to pass this with flying colors.

Despite all the ranting here, I still believe I shouldn't lose the very best gift I have, and blessed to have that gift this year.

And to the One Up There, I'm truly thankful to have this gift you gave me. Let me know though when it is time to part from that gift, because selfish that I am feeling now, I know and feel I deserve that gift and that gift is solely for me to keep.

But exercising some rationality here, maybe though I should spend some time away from that gift to see if that gift deserves me or I am deserving of that gift? I don't really know....

Speaking of gift, and to take myself away from this wallowing, I will finish Harry Potter 7 - yes, the gift I have for myself, since I am probably the last Harry Potter fan who haven't read how the whole story end. (But I think HP7 has something to contribute with all that happened this Christmas....oh, well, it's just a book, not to be blamed from the happenings here....)

Merry Christmas to you all - and for those who know me well, and see what and who I am now, I'm thankful to have you all, my dear friends. I truly appreciate the things we are sharing all these years, and I will never forget how you have been gracious enough to see me and accept me entering this another stage in my life. In case something happens though, I trust I can count on you, my friends, for some sermon and comfort.

To my family, even if I'm now pursuing another phase in my life, trust though I'm thankful to have you, and will not forget I came from this family. What I am now - my successes and failures - you have seen them all and stood by me all these years, no matter how stubborn I am most of the time. I am truly grateful I have you as family, and will do my best to keep us all together, not maybe in the physical sense, but in thoughts and spirit at that.

And, to the One Up There, please guide me about my gift....and guide that gift as well....It's rare anyone gets a precious gift, I am blessed to have such, hope I get to keep that very special gift for more Christmases - and merrier Christmases at that....

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Graduate school blues

You Should Go to Grad School

Grad school definitely isn't for everyone, but it looks like it's for you.
You have a pretty good idea of what you want to study - and how it will further your career.
So go ahead and go for it! You're ready to be a PhD.

Yesterday was supposedly the last day of enrollment (but the university announced later that it is extending enlistment up to Wednesday, November 21), I crammed to enlist (although I already did one procedure - to enlist online). But I got this letter (attached with the list of courses I took and the grades I earned) that I now need to apply for extension of my program (five years is the maximum you're allowed to complete the program, and I'm already beyond that period). Bugger.

I knew months before I had to ask for extension - but I forgot.

So, I talked to the department chair and asked for her approval, and she did approve, then haphazardly wrote to the dean, and submitted the forms and letter to the student records' keeper (who despite all the annoying, inquiring students like me - she remains one of the most patient personnel in the college).

She asked me to type my letter though (see, I just scrawled it), so I did - first in the college library, good thing this staff there allowed me to use the computer, but wasn't able to print since the university Internet system shut down. So I had to run to one of those rental shops within the campus to type and print the letter, took a jeepney ride back to my college, and disturbed the records' keeper during her lunch break to accommodate my letter.

I rushed to Makati for an interview (work this time). After, I rushed back to the university to check the status of my request, and the records keeper said it's already with the dean. Then I clarified with my department whether I already need to take a penalty course this start of second semester, but no clear answer, so I had to check with the graduate department chairperson, who earlier also approved my request. She accompanied me back to the records keeper and yes, I have to take a penalty course now.

And that I learned the dean critiqued my letter and even commented, "is this how an MA student writes?" Good thing the graduate studies chairperson pulled out my letter and allowed me to use her computer to rewrite it (a more convincing letter at that) with a course plan - or what I intend, and must do during the extension year I'm asking. A short letter at that, and took me eons to write it. After, the graduate studies chairperson and I went back to the dean's office, with her my revised letter and course plan, she entered the dean's room, while I waited nervously and impatiently in the lounge area.

The dean's voice was loud at some point while talking to the graduate studies chairperson, but not that clear for me to overhear what she was saying. Jittery, I stepped out of the dean's office and got myself a monoblock chair and waited there for another 10 minutes or so. When the graduate studies chairperson finally stepped out, she chatted briefly with a colleague and when she saw me, she gave me two thumbs up, and told me to get the approved letter on Monday from the records keeper.

Whew. I thanked her profusely for the assistance she extended me. And as far as I remember, I was also able to thank the records keeper, the secretary in our department, the librarian staff, for all their help. It was nearing 7pm already, and I haven't had my lunch yet, so to kind of celebrate, I bought myself a burger meal on my way home.

I'm now working doubly, triply hard to accomplish everything I can accomplish while I'm still here - since I am up to another stage in my life - becoming a wife, settling in abroad, and building a family. My studies, no matter I love spending time in the university, is really taking a backseat due to my more pressing priorities, but as what the graduate studies chairperson told me as how the dean said it, it's not only me who has work to attend to, and that I'm not the only graduate student who is both working and studying - there's no excuse if you really are aiming for as important as a master's degree (some countries though allow you to proceed immediately to Ph.D.). Right.

And then I remembered this article of mine on how to survive graduate studies - right. So apt for me now:

How to survive graduate studies
From content sharing with inquirer.net and MoneySense

By Lynda C. Corpuz
Last updated 08:45am (Mla time) 11/12/2007

While working as the migrant desk project officer at the Jesuit-run John J. Carroll Institute on Church and Social Issues, and a first time Journalism instructor at his alma mater, Jeremaiah Opiniano, 31, an AB Journalism graduate from the University of Santo Tomas, took up MA Development Communication at the University of the Philippines-Open University in 1999. Learn how to be a master multitasker like Opiniano.

If you want to earn it – go for it. Jere says apart from growing professionally, nurturing his passion for non-profit work and communication studies prompted him to take up his master’s degree. Apart from required courses, he also took up three cognates from UP-Diliman to get a feel of residential studies. “The degree is research-based. The training was difficult. I even got a 2.00 (or an “average” grade) for one of my electives but that’s okay– I learned a lot. The whole process was really good,” he recalls.

Set your priorities. With a 9-to-6 job and a 3-unit teaching load, Jere had to be disciplined to breeze through his graduate studies. “What’s good in an open university is that it’s a perfect fit for a graduate student who also works,” he says. For him, graduate studies are also a responsibility, since you’ll handle it among other things, including relationships. “If you really want it, you will do everything to get it. It also depends on the person if he or she can handle this added responsibility of further studies,” he cautions.

Tap all available support. With a little savings, plus his parents’ support, Jere was able to finance his studies at the start. Eventually, he set aside part of his income for school. The P20,000 grant he got from the Philippine Social Science Council, apart from the logistical support he got from the International Institute on Rural Reconstruction (his research subject), mainly aided his research, which was tedious and costly during data-gathering. He also credits ICSI for letting employees pursue graduate studies.

Develop the habit of scholarship. During the application process, it’s always asked if you can really be a teacher or a researcher. “And you have to be willing to be trained like that – madali pa nga ang training dito, sa ibang bansa, mas pahirapan,” Jere points out. But there are also some students who don’t want to do theses since they are laborious and costly. “But for me, thesis is important because that’s the measure of what you learned.”

Aim for quality education. Seek one where you can learn the most, Jere says, whether you enroll in one of the top universities or other graduate or professional schools. If you think you’re not cut out for graduate studies or that you can’t finish the program because of burnout or other priorities, consider taking either certificate courses here or abroad. “There’s really a disparity between the number of enrollees versus those who graduate. If you realize you can’t do it, then leave. You can get professional advancement elsewhere,” Jere advises.

From the September-October 2007 issue of MoneySense, the country’s first and only personal finance magazine. Visit www.moneysense.com.ph for more.

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All right. More graduate school blues waiting for me - but I'm ready for them.

Monday, November 12, 2007


Your Birthdate: November 12

You're a dynamic, charismatic person who's possibly headed for fame.
You tend to charm strangers easily. And you usually can get what you want from them.
Verbally talented, you tend to persuade people with your speaking and writing.
You are affectionate and loving, but it's hard for you to commit to any one relationship.

Your strength: Your charm

Your weakness: Your extreme manipulation tactics

Your power color: Indigo

Your power symbol: Four leaf clover

Your power month: December

I'm 27 now.

A year older.

A bigger girl - by maturity I mean, I still look like chopstick in size.

I had a so-so 26th year, career-wise, based on the way I was performing lately. I'm waiting for the verdict.... But I'm taking concrete actions as well to further myself in this aspect.

And I don't want something like that, that bad happenings in my career (which I'm definitely responsible with) for my 27th year, and for more years to come. Blessed me though to still have opportunities coming my way.

I'm still studying, so that's another thing that will occupy my 27th year.

Thanks also my family is in OK health - but I hope for better health for my Mommy - she's all we have since our father passed away - actually, she's all we have even when my father was still around....

Thanks also to have a set of nice friends all these years - glad I still get to be with them (when my schedule permits - bad me), and how I'm thankful for them to click with my fiance. :-)

And I'm more blessed to welcome my 27th year with Robin - my fiance whom I truly hope to spend my next birthdays with - and the rest of my life at that.

A friend (among many friends) congratulated me on my engagement and said my love life now, now that I found "the one," is a gift from above. I said, yes, since I was not in the lookout for a relationship because all I want is to do good in my career and studies - but probably the Lord and all the saints agreed that I need also to love and be loved with, so they gave Robin to me, so Robin and I are now weaving our lives together.

Robin and I talked over the phone about 10 minutes ago, him calling from Melbourne where he's back now for studies. Thanks, mahal, yes, we'll get through this, this hardship now of being far from each other. Thanks also for the birthday gift you gave ahead when you were here last. But I think you're the best gift I have for this birthday - and you're one gift I'll truly keep.

Now, can't wait to have my cake (from my brother, Linard, thanks, bro) - and eat it too - literally. Yummy.

Saturday, October 20, 2007

"Ground zero"

As of this posting, there were already nine who died (the first four who were pronounced dead were severely injured and hardly recognizable), and 119 injured, including Korean and Chinese nationals. The youngest of those injured and rushed to the hospital was reported to be 50, while the youngest was one-year-old.

The explosion-which, as per initial post blast investigation-came from the lobby, shattered establishments within into near pieces and blasted its way up to the three floors of the mall, that also sent debris outside.

It was first said to be caused by a fuel tank explosion, attributed from a Chinese fastfood restaurant-which caught fire last year.

"It was a bomb"
But as hours went on, the country's police chief said, as per preliminary data gathering, "it was a bomb."

What supposedly an ordinarily busy Friday at 1:30pm, in Glorietta mall complex in the financial district of Makati, turned into a shocked sea of mall-goers, a chaotic site for reporters, photographers, TV and radio crew who all want to get the news, while authorities tightened security and cordoned off the area, plus medical teams attentive in providing aids, bomb-sniffing dogs rounding the area, not to mention those who linger in the area, like paparazzis nosing for what happened.

As per late night news, Glorietta 1, 3, and 4 will still be open today starting 10am, and as per footage shown earlier, life goes on in the area, with bars and restaurants still open for those who want a break from a busy week-and an "explosive" week at that.

Why call it "ground zero"
And local media were quick to call it ground zero, which use became popular with the September 11, 2001 bombing of the World Trade Center.

My brother, Linard, pointed out it should not be called like that, since the term was first used to describe the Hiroshima and Nagasaki atomic bombing - a bombing of such magnitude - though he does not discount the lives lost and hundreds injured in the Glorietta blast. Ah huh, point taken, bro.

Asking "ifs"
While seeing the first flash report on this, my mother asked me if Robin and I stayed at Glorietta? And I got cold in realizing that - I told her that's our meeting place, where I asked Robin most of the time (when he got to stay here for two weeks) to meet me after coming from some events at that or from our magazine's office or coming here from our place.

And I told my fiance, when we were talking then about the first time he was coming here for a visit, that Makati, specifically Ayala Center district - with the Glorietta mall complex, Greenbelt malls, The Landmark, SM Makati, plus 5-star hotels (where most dignitaries, foreign dignitaries stay), train station plus terminals leading to North and South areas of Mega Manila, and the business and financial hub of the city - and the country at that - is safe since it "is" heavily secured.

I got him convinced at that so he stayed in a hotel in that area (both for his two visits, and another hotel in that area also, after he came from Kota Kinabalu for a weekend of work, before he went back to Singapore), and while waiting for me and killing time, he frequented Glorietta mall complex-he even got into sections of the mall that I've never been to, I found out, as he lead me to those areas when we where searching for engagement ring.

Looks like Makati is not as safe as I told you, Robin.

Then more "what ifs" hit me:

I was there at Glorietta Thursday afternoon. I asked around children's clothing shops for contact details since we need to pullout clothes for our Wednesday shoot this coming week. And I was planning Friday morning to go back to Glorietta, as in really hang out there, or even watch a movie, which is exclusively shown at that mall. So what if I pushed through with that plan?

Robin and I met and stayed and searched for an engagement ring there at Glorietta mall. What if that explosion happened while he was waiting for me in one of those coffee shops while reading Iain Bank's latest book? Blessedly (and sorry to sound selfish of me), it did not happen when he was here, staying there in that area.

If that happened, or to any of his countrymen, sure his embassy will be upset, considering his country's former ambassador here was one of those who got trapped in that hotel (connecting to Glorietta) when that Oakwood mutiny happened.

And when I told Robin (who is now again in KK for work) via SMS earlier tonight about what happened, he said, "why would they (whoever responsible for this explosion) want to do that? And with you walking past (there) all the time, if I lost you, I don't know what I'd do!"

The US Embassy already issued a warning to its citizens not to frequent Glorietta for now. What maybe next is a travel advisory. And I'm kind of eerily anticipating for that from Robin's embassy here. If that happens, then he will not be able to visit for such a time the travel ban is up. Meaning, I just really have to take my turn to visit him - which I'm hoping soon.

Updates as of this posting
Aftershock events from that blast: It was reported the peso weakened following the Glorietta explosion; US and UK, two of the countries staunchest political and trade allies, expressed sympathies; malls in other city will have more heightened security; the police and army are on full alert, among other related news.

Investigation will be on for the next days-months or years. The explosion maybe is targeted to destabilize the present administration-which is shaky from the very beginning. Or maybe the administration plotted this to have an excuse to declare Martial Law (and there is still this contested Human Security Law). Whoever masterminded this, that should be known, and as what President Arroyo said, the government will leave "no stone unturned" regarding this explosion.

What more to say but let us be further safe-and vigilant.

More information on the Glorietta blast:
List of dead and injured (as of this posting)

A blogger's account of the blast-in pictures

More accounts of the blast, as compiled in Manuel Quezon III's blog

A timeline of "terror attacks"

Tuesday, October 16, 2007


Yes, officially engaged when we got the ring October 3.

Story to follow tonight.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Finding that engagement ring

Your Dream Engagement Ring Has a Pear Diamond!

You're personal style is a mix of classic and contemporary, reseved and outgoing.
A pear diamond matches your charming personality - and is perfect to show off.
You've also got an elegant side, which is complemented a tear dropped shaped pear.
It's the perfect mix of Liz Taylor and Jessica Simposon - both wearers of this ring!

With nothing much to do on a rainy Saturday afternoon, I went to SM Fairview (which is less than 30 minutes from our place) to print stuff I'll be writing about, had my burger fix from Tropical Hut, and had donut and coffee after while reading the stuff I had printed.

After the burger though, I don't know what went with me but I found myself stepping in a jewelry shop and asked about their engagement rings.

Yes, Robin, I asked about engagement rings.

Two nights back, Robin told me again that he hopes to give me a diamond ring for our engagement (we've been talking about this even before he proposed, and asked me one time to look for the ring that I like). But I said to him that I don't really see any need for that, even arguing why it has to be diamond (and even I blamed De Beers for that stereotyping that it should be diamond ring to be given on an engagement).

I even added why is it only women who have to wear something that will signify they're about to be married while men have none? Partly my aversion to jewelry is the fact that I'm not big on any of them, and that I don't, or should I say, didn't, imagine myself will be wearing - on a daily basis at that - something that's precious. Anyway.

Patient as he is to me, Robin says that it has been tradition that a diamond ring is given to the fiancee, and why men don't have something like that is because men are not really into jewelry than women are. He just said that if I don't want diamond, I should let him know what's my preference and that we'll work on finding the "perfect" ring for me once he's here (he'll be here by tomorrow night, and will get to stay until October 4 or 5, as we initially discussed).

Going back to the trip to the jewelry shop, so I asked about the rings - I pointed to a heart-shaped, South African diamond (if I remember right, it was a karat's worth), mounted on a Philippine white gold loop (forgot how many karats though). Obviously, it is pricey, even if the saleslady told me it's 50% off already.

I asked for another ring for its price, but I got a bit distracted with the other salesladies who are glued over a couple. The man, who by looks I think is American, has bought something for "his" Filipina (the salesladies were hushing over her skimpy skirt and a tattooed lower back that's all peeping to us. You know what I mean but sorry to stereotype).

The saleslady attending to me had gone distracted already over them so I said thank you and left the shop. And I'm feeling guilty to look down on that Filipina and think of her as a hooker out to milk money from that foreigner or more rightly, I'm feeling about that for myself, since I'm fiancee to a non-Filipino, despite knowing my worth at that.

But Robin, who has been understanding since, said to me once [when we're discussing what others think of Filipinos getting married to foreigners] that he doesn't think I have to worry what other people think, since my demeanor shows who and what I really am, and he will not have me any other way. Good thing I remembered his words yesterday, and I felt better after.

Then I found myself in another jewelry shop. No foreigner-Filipina couple this time, but I got pissed off with salespersons of Gold Mine because I found them rude and non-accommodating, as they maybe sensed I'm not buying anything (what with my purple top, faded black jeans, and flat sandals outfit - a common ensemble for most mall goers who are not really shopping for anything). But still, I was inquiring and that if I found anything interesting from their shop, Robin and I might consider to get my engagement ring from them, so I feel my getting pissed off with them is justified.

For one, when I asked where among the vast assortment of rings are their engagement rings, I was not attended to immediately, and had to repeat my inquiry, and I guy chewing gum pointed to me a box said, "`yan ho." Is that how they should be dealing with customers, chewing gum at that?

Still confused, since there were rows of rings in that display box, I asked again where exactly, and a lady butted in and curtly replied, "`yung mga may diamond (I'm no good appraising jewelry, not knowing one precious stone from another, so I had to ask). I asked, what type of diamond and are they mounted on white gold or what. The chewing gum guy replied they are Russian diamond.

Then I asked how many karats, the lady again curtly replied "Russian diamond nga." Now the bitchy me couldn't hold back, so I fired, with such firmness but annoyed tone at that, "Narinig ko ho, Russian diamond ang mga `yan, ang tinatanong ko ilang karat?"

The chewing gum guy seemed to be jolted with my bitchiness so he pulled out the ring I first pointed at, and computed its price. Hearing the price, and not being fairly treated at that as an inquiring customer, definitely, we'll not get my engagement ring from them.

As I stepped out of that shop, I thought, maybe I would be well-attended to if I'm that Filipina who was with her foreigner boyfriend (like how the salesladies from the first shop I went into, they attended to the couple while talking about them at the same time).

Ah huh, I'm belittling myself again, and that Filipina I saw. Yes, there's no good at feeling little about yourself, and in a way, being discriminated by your fellow kababayans, while you're still in your own country at that. This nagging thought was just shrugged off when I got my Bavarian filled donut and coffee after I strolled the department store.

As for finding that engagement ring, I guess I'll forget about that for the meantime, or search for that when I'm with my fiance, Robin. Let's see.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Wake-up call

Phone calls when I'm in my deepest sleep never fail to wake me up. Bugger.

Anyway, I woke up due to a phone call from a former classmate in two or three classes at UP - she will also be taking the candidacy exams with me (plus another former classmate). She called to ask if I borrowed all the reading materials listed in our review list since most are all out and only to be returned on October 2 (and our exams are on October 9).

Shaken, and still lying on our bed while searching the ceiling for answers as to why I always have to wake up because of a phone call (mostly from work, not that I mind since it's work, but sometimes I do mind, hehehe), I told her, as "normal" as possible (since I didn't want to sound that I just woke up), that I haven't done any library work yet, and the only review I'm having is me seating in on Media Theory and Media, Gender, and Sexuality classes.

She was a bit rattled (understandable), since, if I remember her right (and wasn't that sleepyhead not to comprehend a thing she told me), is that, she hasn't started anything yet, and that, if she can't get any of those readings (they're quite a lot - and they are books, by the way), she might skip taking the exams (only if force majeure that the exams can be canceled - otherwise, we have to take it the following semester - and what a semester will be wasted at that). After, I sent her the number of that another classmate (who I learned just now, have the books we need).

With what she said, I told her one tip I got from my former classmates: don't really focus on the books. As per their experience, mostly current events and related matters are asked in the exams (of course, the theory part is inescapable). Meaning, read the newspapers (preferably highlights from present and going a year back), plus some related current events' readings.

I don't know if what I said relaxed her a bit. But her call was really a wake-up one for me - I really must balance my time from this day up to the exams. I really hope to wear that sablay not later than second semester of 2008 (and of course, there's the engagement and two wedding dates to attend to from now on....)

And my list to do starting tonight:

Send articles for approval for our content sharing - tonight, September 21

Complete list of those I will be sending complimentary copies of our latest issue - (and prepare them for delivery as well) - tomorrow, September 22

Get InDesign files of latest issue and pick to send for content sharing - September 22

Get cover art of our latest issue and upload to our Web site (plus the sneak peak) - September 22

Get all receipts and endorse (with partial liquidation plus some notes) – not later than Monday, September 24

Follow up schedule for cover story - September 24

Get schedule for another possible personality for cover (if original has no positive feedback yet by Monday) - not later than Monday night, September 24

Check with bank contact for story pitch (email and text that we should have interview not later than September 28) - September 24

Write three short articles needed for the magazine - target for complete submission: Tuesday, September 25

Write two features (those that are banked with me) - target for complete submission: Friday, September 28

Research, scan, print materials about an ad feature I'm doing - tomorrow, September 22

Submit draft of ad feature - not later than morning of Sunday, September 23 (accommodate corrections not later than morning of Monday, September 24)

Submit final ad feature – not later than morning of Monday, September 24

Read reports and write reaction papers for M260 - not later than Tuesday, September 25

Read theories, print discussions from e-group, draft questions (if I have) in time for the wrap up class on Wednesday - not later than Wednesday morning, September 26

Scan, print, and submit M260 final paper (and inform professor about it so I can still have my grade in time for the exams) - not later than Friday, September 28

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Whew. Just listing all these things to do are overwhelming already - what more of accomplishing them? But I must. All the best for the crammers (like me).


Sunday, September 16, 2007

On to the next chapter

Plotting my calendar
Go get my master's degree. On October 9, I will be taking the dreaded comprehensive (it's now called candidacy) exams required for my master's degree (glad I'm able to seat in Media Theory and Media, Gender, and Sexuality classes to refresh myself with all those theories and issues - thanks, Ma'am Betsy).

Wish all of us exam takers good luck - on my end, I hope to pass this since I'm targeting to have my thesis proposal defense (and pass it) by second semester this academic year, and finish (and pass of course) my thesis not later than second semester next academic year, and have, also within that semester, my M.A. in Media Studies major in Journalism and get to wear a sablay (UP's graduation sash).

While reviewing, I'm also completing my papers for the Media, Gender, and Sexuality class I took up last school year (need my grade here to be able to take the candidacy exams).

Bring back the writer in me. Deadline for our November-December issue is on September 30 - hope I submit really on time now. I performed ill the past months, and definitely disappointed myself, as I didn't meet the expectations I set.

I'm still picking up myself, but I'm aiming for the better me now since I don't want to spend my birthday by November still beating myself to death for not meeting my deadlines.

Also, I hope to complete the papers I lack for that registered financial planning course I took from January to March this year. What a waste if I will not be able to find out if I can be that knowledgeable in personal finance. Will do this after the candidacy exams.

I still sometimes think though if I'm really for writing, but considering the opportunities I'm still getting in this field, I feel I'm set for this, it's just a matter of repackaging myself as a journalist that I need to pay attention to now.

Celebrate in Singapore - or Thailand. Either last week of October, first or second week of November (in time for my 27th birthday). This will be my firth birthday out of the country, and my first out of the country trip at that (just read though that about 60 people died when an air craft crashed at Phuket, Thailand)....

But before I can book my tickets, I have to get my passport first. Yes, in all these years (and I've been in media at that), I don't have a passport yet - too lazy to queue and get all those necessary papers. I learned from a travel agency I asked last night regarding their passport assistance service, that application and renewal are on hold on since we're converting to e-passport. Hope this will not take forever. After October 9, I will fully attend to this myself.

Spend Christmas in Australia. That's also in the pipeline - what will be an experience for me at that!

Why all these plans, especially these scheduled trips? Because I'm filling a new calendar in my life - that is, to spend more, quality time with Robin, my husband-to-be.

Becoming Mrs. Robin O.C. Lockwood
I will be wife - to a smart, lovable, handsome, gentleman, caring, admirable Australian ship captain at that.

Last Friday, a former officemate, April, woke me up too early just to get the latest scoop about my love life (as she got a peak from this blog). And she even mentioned it in her post. Here, bully, I will be Mrs. Lockwood.

After thorough discussion, Robin popped up that question last night. "You want to be a part of my life?" He asked. And I said, "yes." I said "yes" to the man I learned to love, learning to love more, and hope to spend the rest of my life with.

And just checked earlier, Robin even blogged about it. And to borrow (and to tweak a bit) Robin's line from his blog, "girls (and gays) eat your hearts out, he's mine!"

Before that Singapore or Thailand and Australia trips materialize, we have to seek my mother's blessings first (on my end, this is crucial - and I'm nervous). I hope, like Robin hopes, that she will agree about this.

I also asked Robin that we will be engaged at least a year, so we can decently prepare for our wedding date (dates actually, probably one in Australia for his family and friends, and here for mine).

So, the next time Robin and I go out, the search for the engagement ring will be on, so he says (ask him how it took him lots to convince me to eventually wear one, hahaha).

I'm excited. I'm nervous. But overall, I'm happy and blessed with this new chapter in my life. Robin and I are more looking forward now to be the best we can be in our respective fields, and more importantly, doing that as we start weaving our lives together.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

That special weekend with Robin

(Pardon the following display of mushiness. Thanks.)

Still remembering that time I got to spend with you - still can't believe though that weekend really transpired.

That chicken and pork adobo was surely sumptuous to look and eat, and it's good you said our dish was good.

That long walk from mall to mall was nothing, as I got to walk with you.

That sci-fi horror was not scary at all, when there was you I got to hold hands with and lean my head on (never mind that drunk Yank [as you described] who caught our attention as he entered noisily in the middle of the film).

That Kiwi cheese cake was a novel concept for me, but I enjoyed it as much as you liked your slice.

Those conversations we had - together with my friend - were talks that happened naturally between long-time friends, as if we were just catching up on each other, and not seeing each for the first time at that.

That following Sunday morning was, I knew, would be mushy, me I guess starting it with sending you a bouquet of red roses that I coursed through the concierge.

The artifacts at the San Agustin Museum maybe centuries old, but I had a new look on them, as how you admired those collection of ours.

The international book fair maybe had a small number of exhibitors this year, but I had a great time (although was frustrated at first) as I got to find that rare book title as my gift to you - that you can get a glimpse of how we are through the best literary pieces of the 20th century.

The sunset - I got to re-appreciate it, when you asked where's the best view we could see it (since we're quite far from the Manila Bay area). After we hopped from place to place, I got to relax and to listen more to your stories while we were seating down at that makeshift stage outside the trade hall where the book fair was held.

Stephen King might scared me a lot, but you're there beside me whenever I got surprised every time a scene popped out - and glad you were convinced now that you can't help but just laugh at audiences who have hysterical reactions (screaming and all that) while watching a horror film.

It was a special weekend, although it was first filled with anxiety on my part. I thought that would be the end - I was ill to anticipate for those images of you going right back to the airport and boarding the first aircraft you could get since you would have realized it's not really me that you've like - and learned to love - via long-distance.

But my fears were unfounded and you made me realized that. And today, we're on our second month! Hard to maintain because of the distance, but since you said you're for the third, and you're committed in this, then, I'm also looking forward for more special weekends to spend with you, Robin.

Robin handsome and Lynda cute on our way to the book fair - September 2, 2007

P.S. Robin has a different version of that weekend. But I say my version is more accurate, hahaha.

Monday, September 10, 2007

Losing Ace

He was young.

He was a dedicated journalist, devoted to his craft that is sports writing.

His mother's grief was striking. His sisters' sobbing - one tightly clutched in her left arm the college graduation picture of his late brother - was an unbearable sight. Although composed, his father was also mourning his son's death.

He also left his best friends from those days where they were one of those all boys' group. They proved they were different though, that theirs a friendship that will last through time - they were dear buddies to him, as they showed up to yesterday where they stayed for their best friend, and sent him to his final rest.

He left more than a year-old son, who has no idea he lost his father, and a loving wife, whose grieving went from silent tears to impish cries that casted a gloomy cloud over yesterday's sunny, Sunday afternoon.

Christian Ace Pasco, tabloid sports writer, former sports editor of UST-The Varsitarian, and fellow AB Journalism classmate, died of asthma complications. He was 26.

The news of his demise was circulated in a flash. Text messages and a phone call from fellow UST-The Varsitarian alumni flooded Tuesday night. When stories the next days followed about Ace's wake, it was confirmed - that the small man, whose eyes crinkles to slits as he sniggers infectiously, was gone.

Those who know Ace - from UST AB Journalism, UST-The Varsitarian, from his tabloid work, fellow sportswriters - visited him at his wake. Stories - mostly fond memories about Ace - were poured over with crying and wailing.

I believe nothing ill was said against him. All have good words for him. Some, like I, were in denial about his death. When I got the news, memories of him flashed - the last time I got in touch with him was when I asked him for contact details of a sports celebrity we wished to interview. He was quick to reply to say he had none, and sent his regards as well. Over the holidays, he was one of those who sent greetings. That was the last.

Then, in a middle of a call from our college professor Tuesday night, I remembered how Ace thanked me for inviting him to join my graduation dinner at my cousin's house in Antipolo - he probably did not expect that I would be inviting him since we were not that best-of-buddies. Other images of him also flashed before me - those one-of-too-many press work nights we had at UST-The Varsitarian. We heard him catching his breath. Although tired from publication work plus the other tasks we had to fill for our classes, he would still close his pages, slept for a while, and most of the time, would leave for home to get ready for a morning class later. His dedication he definitely brought to his professional life, where he spent about two years pounding the sports' beat.

Some, like I, thought Ace was too young to die. But for those he loved most, they know he lived a full life - he was a good son, a loyal friend, a professional, a loving father and husband - he was all those in such short 26 years of his life. And he may no longer be here, but all the things he left will forever be cherished.

Truly, he's an Ace we're all glad to know.

Saturday, September 01, 2007

Panicky Friday

I think another month passed me by - and I don't think I did something sensible the past month - or the past months. Well, not about my life in general, but an aspect of it (blogged about it during it's worst month - June).

And how I ended the eighth month?

Woke up bloody. As in, menstrual pains suck. But couldn't be bothered since I had to work. So I gulped medication every eight hours or so.

Rattled my brains in the afternoon. With some investment concepts I have very little understanding. Think though I researched enough, equipped myself well, and didn't look and sound that stupid with my interviewee.

Got frozen in the late afternoon. The office AC is old, but it's like an ice factory because it bursts so cold. Had to cut my transcribing once in a while to rub my hands to warm me a bit. Brr.

Was cranky toward the evening. How can I not go cranky if my prospect subject declined to be interviewed - after weeks of pursuing him/her??? They were informed of the deadline way ahead, and only be bothered NOW to inform us that they can't accommodate us. I mean, I've been in this business for quite some time already and I know such thing happens, but when it happens, I really go nuts.

Another source of crankiness earlier was when I learned that the PR of another subject we're pursuing passed us to another PR. Turned out they're not really representing the subject. I mean, if this is the case, they should have bothered to inform us way ahead that's the arrangement so we could have gotten in touch with the right people. In cases like this, I sometimes feel not all in this business are fit here (I also feel it at times, but I know I'm cut for this - braggart me).

Hunger hit me on my way home. I knew I was hungry already before that afternoon interview but had no time to grab a bite. Only had coffee when I got back to the office. After I finished my transcription past 8pm, my tummy was begging me to feed it something. But I didn't heed since all I wanted was to go home. I only grabbed a hotdog sandwich and gulped a 500ml of mineral water once I arrived at my train destination and finished those as we waited for the FX taxi to leave.

Got pissed off with the guard. The crankiness was still on, so when I'm about to take my train ride, queue to get a prepaid card, and queue again for the ride, I got so pissed off with the guard who insisted I opened widely my shoulder bag. I mean, I opened it before my turn to the line, but he was this - how to put it - either really was doing his job - or was just a show off (there are really guys with arms who are like that).

Thing was, my cloth bag, which contained only papers and book didn't cooperate with the situation. The guard couldn't open it as it got tangled in my right arm. He muttered, to paraphrase, "Pinapahirapan pa kasi ang buhay, eh." Sure I annoyed the hell out of those passengers next to me since I stalled the line. But it's me who got annoyed first with the guard's arrogance - or I was just cranky to take that as an arrogance, if he's just doing his job. As far as I remember I didn't mutter anything, but my stilleto stares were enough for him to finish fumbling at my stuff. Or i failed to consider the heightened security we have here now that's why the "extra" measure they're implementing at vital installations like transport terminals. I still got annoyed though.

And my intuition worked tonight. I had to take a jeep, since I didn't make to the FX terminal on my way home (for my second FX ride, that is). But there's this drunk guy who sat beside me, kept fishing things from his pocket, that I somewhat got nervous.

The panic mode set in and although I'm still quite far from home, I got off at a hospital. I had a bad feeling about that guy. I was a hold-up victim twice so I don't want a third time. It took me quite a while to get another jeep ride that finally took me home. While waiting though, I sang and sang to keep myself amused while still on guard at that.

And though I forgot my guardian angel's name, but I prayed that he/she would protect me - as I said earlier, "Please, let me be home safe. I don't think it's my time now to die or what. I still can do a difference in society, you know?" Yeah, that's how I prayed - and convinced my angel to be with me earlier. And my angel - and the Lord - protected me - as well as those who all they wanted was to go home and be with their loved ones.

Although I had a tiring and panicky Friday, my little brother (actually he's taller than I, but he's our youngest), chatted with me a bit, and made lambing, although I'm really annoyed whenever he messes my hair. But still, that somewhat eased my tiredness.

And to see my mommy and middle brother watching TV (as usual) made me OK - at least I know we're all safe here - and together.

And boyfriend Robin was nice enough to tell me via SMS he's trying to get online but to no avail (since we always try to chat before going to sleep, just to catch up). And that seeing this (drum roll, please) tonight made me smiled so wide. Ha! Well, looks like I influenced him on something huh?

I'm OK - for now - and still has writing to do - but blogging these - and the "little things" that made my panicky Friday to a better Friday will serve as reminder, that no matter what bad happens, there's always something better waiting for us all. And we should still be thankful, even for the little things that made our day.

Thank God it's Friday!

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Escape to Tioman

As promised, R (my mahal), sent me photo (which he took) of Tioman, a resort island at the east coast of Malaysia, and was the site of the Broadway musical turned movie in 1958, South Pacific (though in the film, Tioman was named as Bali Ha'i).

While we're being hit by typhoons the last two weeks, Tioman (at neighboring Malaysia) looked so serene, as what mahal said, Tioman's hot but beautiful, a good place for honeymoon (ehem, ehem, ehem).

I was a bit worried though when my mahal told me they had a trip, since I'm thinking that it's typhoon season already in some parts of Asia (and across the globe as well), making waters rough, but good thing, they (bosses, guests, crew, and captain R) arrived there safely and came back with no incidence.

Just looking at the photo, the blue, calm sea makes me want to leave now and escape to Tioman - well, obviously, I can't do that now....

Now, I'll just look at the photo every time I feel I'm drowning here....

But for those who can escape right away, following are more information about Tioman (though check always for updates):

From Wikitravel
Tioman is also known as Pulau Tioman
From Asia Travel

R, mahal, thanks for the pic.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Rain, rain come here

The satellite image (as of 8pm tonight) above is from PAGASA, and just heard from the newsflash minutes ago, the rain today (which caused flood and heavy traffic in some parts of Metro Manila) will continue until Sunday.

Thinking about the rain
We all have our different thoughts when it comes to rain.

The last time I shared thoughts about it was with Carly and Jayme. It started to rain the moment we left Kris's and Ipe's place (when other friends played Monopoly Philippine edition - it was the day that their little Joey was baptized). As we went to Gateway mall, it started to rain - hard. And we exchanged thoughts about it - if I remember right, we all agreed that we dread the rain at times, but rain is OK as long as we're with our families (not worrying about a family member who might get stranded because of the rain), staying in the house, having comfort food (champorado, tinola, or any food fit for the weather), or curl up and read a really good book (plus hot choco or aroma-filled coffee).

And just checked my blog friends' latest posts, and I found that Julls and Shevs also just posted about the weather we're having now.

Breaking the spell
I thought then, when I was with Carly and Jayme, that was the official entry of the rainy season - I even blogged about it (but it was about my crying relating with raining, anyway).

But turned out it was not. Only two, three weeks ago that I learned - and most people as I imagined - that we're having a dry spell. Maybe we got stuck in the election and post-election events last summer that we - even the media - didn't really pick up right away about this weather condition we're experiencing.

The government is pushing for cloud seeding - which is helping to ease the dry spell. The so-called ridge that's blocking the southwesterly monsoon (that's bringing the rain) has been temporarily lifted that's why typhoon Chedeng made it's way here (and if I heard right, there's also a low-pressure area active now).

And thanks to prayers. The Archdiocese of Manila issued the Oratio Imperata to ask for rain. So far, we're getting the rain and this shows that really, formula prayer or not, as long as you're sincere about it, prayer does work.

Inviting rain
The dry spell's still on - passing a House bill to replace all yellow lights with white ones (among energy conservation tips), water rationing (if the dams don't get back to their normal levels), among other measures, are being pushed once this abnormal weather persists for the month. If we don't get enough rain, if I remember right from the news, the weather bureau here will officially declare a drought season by September. Hope not - never mind if I hate getting my umbrella wet (yeah, I hate it getting wet), many people here who subsist in farming, need all the rain they can get.

And we might get the reverse of El Niño - La Niña (heavy rains) toward the end of the year. This is another wake-up call how we've been neglectful of our environment: Other parts of the world (parts of England just experienced its worst floods in 60 years; Taiwan is bracing or braces for a tropical storm; South Asia flood victims now desperate for food, water) are also experiencing adverse weather conditions. Hope all things will be normal soon.

Going back, remember how we kids chanted "rain, rain, go away, come again another day..." and even drew smiling suns (yeah, lots of suns) on our neighborhood streets, so that we could all play.

Our elders offer eggs to St. Claire to ask for a sunny day on an important occasion (or as I just read, soon-to-weds offer eggs to the saint so it will not rain on their altar date). To date, we're praying for the reverse.

Now, I can't curl up and read a book on this rainy Tuesday night (I still have to finish Hillary Clinton's Living History - been reading this since March! Not that Sen. Clinton's a boring writer [although she's not brilliant exactly] but I-can't-just-sit-down-and-finish-this!). I have to spend the night (until early morning) working - writing that is.

And I'm also missing someone (he knows that, I think. But I understand :->). And it's not a rainy Monday (pardon to Rainy Days and Mondays by The Carpenters), but I now feel "hangin' around, nothing to do but frown, rainy days and Mondays always get me down." Bugger.

Even if this "down" feeling's nagging me now (argh), I'll not chant like I was a kid for the rain to go away. But let's just hope, more rain will come (and hopefully, not to cause any adverse effect at that).

Sunday, August 05, 2007

No matter the distance

I thought the first few months of the year that I was in-love (like I used to in the past).

Yeah, I even blogged about it - I enjoyed the feeling, I cried about it, and even thought I - we - could work it out - despite circumstances.

I tried - we tried - but I just fell out of it - I say this because it's me who just walked away (the nerve, yeah). Like a smack in the head, it just hit me that what I was pursuing was not worth it.

Thought I'll give my heart a rest - but then, I'm into it again. And, like a mentor I know - and a lot of people out there - I found myself finding a romantic interest - of all places - in an online dating site (yeah, the more "dating" version of our good old Friendster). Yes, there are wackos who would visit your profile, and when they see you're online, they would chat with you - first it was OK, of general interest, sensible conversations - but some progressed to nasty things (well, nasty for me, at least), so at that point, I say adieu.

Then I met this special one.

I'm of legal age and sane mind and knows what am I doing - and so is he - he knows what he wants and must do in this stage of his life. But it's noteworthy to mention that we're of different age, background, culture, interest, nationality, and yeah, among other things.

I also told him, I have reservations about this online dating and relationship - he has reservations about the long-distance relationship (LDR) itself.

But so far, it's going OK for us. Of course, we're working for an actual meeting - and again, the reservations (on my part, that is) comes in: what if he will get disenchanted when he sees me in person? That we will not really like how we exactly laugh, look, talk, smell - everything. That what we thought the reasons why we fell in love (yeah, that whirlwind! whew!) at the course of this LDR are just good only at yeah, long-distance.

But I'm getting ahead. What I know - and we both know - is that we want to make this work. A friend dear to me commented she feels "positive" about my relationship now (unlike my "misadventures" in the past). I also feel the same - I feel positive about this - even if this is LDR. And like some relationships I know that started online, I'm hoping for a good result for this.

And I find the following that might be worth remembering (on my part, at least) so to bridge the distance. And maybe these "tips" (for starters, at least) will come handy to those, or by chance, gets into LDR:

Communicate - and avail all means possible. So far, we never run out of things to discuss (even the Marcoses!). And when it comes to us, we share things that we want to do someday, or have in the near future. We get to know each other's frustrations - and mood swings (on my end, I just had one yesterday, one that he couldn't fathom until I explained, anyway). Through this, we get to know what we both like and dislike, and that, I'm learning a lot through this communication we have (like some vessel stuff :->).

Most of our communication is via online (where we started - and continuing). When there's time (and top up card at that, haha) he will call (then we stop to chat online) for more conversation (and go back online when credit runs out, haha).

Just this week, I finally gave in (kidding, mahal) and bought a web cam (I had him at disadvantage the first weeks since he would oblige to be seen while I had no web cam - I only sent him pictures daily that I took via my phone - and mostly the setting is at the loos! Just to shy to cam whore anywhere.) This added visual put a more human dimension to our communication - as we get to see what each other's doing while chatting (and how we mirror each other through some mannerisms!), how we're reacting to each other, or when we need to leave a bit (him to get either wine or coffee in a cup [with emphasis on "cup"] and I get my coffee in a glass! Yes, in a glass!) If we don't see each other online, we leave each other e-mail or we send SMS.

Good thing we're both of the same time line - no need to worry about time difference or any delay (well, if our ISPs don't work well, or that our phone service providers mess up, that's a different case).

With this constant communication, I think I'm becoming more of a good, genuine listener and a conversationalist (not just on auto-pilot, as I sometimes become as a struggling journalist here). And that I hope we keep this open communication as we go along.

Commit - demonstrate that you both want this to work. The level of commitment varies for both couples. It's a risky venture to get into a LDR - like in a business, you don't know that you might be investing big time in what you thought a handsome proposition but later would turn out to be a scam.

As for me, I know to myself that I'm faithful when I'm in a relationship. And for his end, he never fails to end the day to tell - and to let me feel - he's serious about our relationship - and to say that he "loves me" among other cutesy, mushy stuff (as for the details, the lovey-dovey is just between us, OK? But I tell you, he's mushier than I!)

So far, by being "committed" to each other, we tell - and in our means - show to each other (and trust that we're not both talking to the wind) that we both want this to work. By demonstrating commitment, we find time to still chat after a long day's work (for him most especially, since I have quite a flexible work time), catch up, converse more and all (that's why he always tells me he no longer is able to do something about his "panda eyes" because I'm always keeping him up late! Ha!)

Be both independent - and dependent. This relationship we have - should not be in anyway a threat to our respective social lives (since we already have those before we met). Sometimes, we take time to tell each other what we're doing - and that we're both looking forward to "see" each other at the end of the day. This, I think is a good (and a bit mushy start) that you know you're both into this relationship - despite what we're being busy with, among other activities we have.

It's also OK to be dependent on each other. This is where the listening and conversing parts play a role, I think. There are things that you don't just tell to anyone else - even to your friends and family - and that you can tell to your special one. We've had this already, and I must say, on my end, I feel honored that he's trusting me that I can somewhat help him with whatever concern he has just by listening and conversing sensibly with him - and I think this goes vice-versa.

Combining both independence and dependence will allow each of you to grow and give room for changes - and maybe, once you know that you're both settled in this relationship - you can well discuss about how to cope with each other. As far as I am told and what I read, one of you has to give up something if you want to end up with each other. But, again, I'm getting ahead.

What's important now is get to know each other better, enjoy the feeling, and that, again, try to make this work - no matter the distance. And these, on my end, are what I'm determined to do.

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Silence please

Due to allergic conjuctivitis last weekend, I wasn't able to join my friends for a reading and coffee session of the final Harry Potter book.

Prior to that, and just for curiosity's sake, I checked the links of various electronic copies of the book, read reviews (which came out in advance), and inquired about raves about this opus of our time.

Despite all, I-haven't-read-this-yet. I can't go incommunicado - like what other friends' did - and most likely millions of Harry Potter fans out there - just to read this (or the other half-read, and most unread, books I bought the past weeks). My HP7 which I got the next day after it's worldwide release is still neatly wrapped (my little brother is supposed to start this, but he's always dead tired from his contact center work).

I may cutely react to those spoilers bullying me for not reading this yet, but I will not give in to their bashes (like how my "mahal" bashed me by saying Harry Potter died an agonizing death - mahal!!!) I resolve to read this as a "reward" - after I take and pass my candidacy exams this September (and read too the rest of the untouched books I have here).

So, please - shh...

Or else, I'm gonna strangle you all!!!

Catch them or else ...

Just came from a photo shoot (and we have another tomorrow and in the next days to come), so, unwinding a bit here:

Yesterday had an interview, and planned to watch Ratatouille after, but decided against it since I had to wait for more than an hour for the next screening. I thought of strolling at the mall but my feet were hurting with my 3 1/2 heels.

So, since I wasn't able watch it, I just played Ratatouille games last night - kiddie stuff, but they're fun! Disney Pixar (Pixar specifically) is truly genius, crafting this another endearing product - I'm not sure though how will I react if I get to see a rat cooking my food.

Simpsons Movie is also showing - I didn't really follow this 20-year-old successful show, but this 2D cartoon is a good study (more when I post about my graduate studies these days). While 3D maybe raking in more profits, this satirical cartoon ala sitcom, to put loosely, is the best Fox has to offer (coming maybe from the network's critics, that is).

Why am I vaguely blogging about these flicks? To remind myself I "need" to see them (hopefully this week) before I go insane again with deadlines. Argh.

Monday, July 23, 2007

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Sunday, July 08, 2007

Don't know what to do now....

The above blogthing kind of describes what I'm now - although now I'm working hard to straighten things out, after my getting-tired-of-writing-episodes (which flooded most of the June 2007 entries).

And before my mind gets totally cluttered, I took a break and answered more blogthings.

Disclaimer - what follows may be true or not true about me (depending how this "invention" produce results for your reply to their every quiz) - and so with you if you try any of them (there are a lot). Just to unwind, so here goes:

Descovrir in a nutshell:

What Lynda Means

L is for Lively

Y is for Young

N is for Neat

D is for Dedicated

A is for Alert

Wow, so true, haha

Your Birthdate: November 12

You're a dynamic, charismatic person who's possibly headed for fame.
You tend to charm strangers easily. And you usually can get what you want from them.
Verbally talented, you tend to persuade people with your speaking and writing.
You are affectionate and loving, but it's hard for you to commit to any one relationship.

Your strength: Your charm

Your weakness: Your extreme manipulation tactics

Your power color: Indigo

Your power symbol: Four leaf clover

Your power month: December

Now, I'm reminded I'll be a year older about four months from now - sheesh

Your Personality Is

Guardian (SJ)

You are sensible, down to earth, and goal oriented.
Bottom line, you are good at playing by the rules.

You tend to be dominant - and you are a natural leader.
You are interested in rules and order. Morals are important to you.

A hard worker, you give your all at whatever you do.
You're very serious, and people often tell you to lighten up.

In love, you tend to take things carefully and slowly.

At work, you are suited to almost any career - but you excel in leadership positions.

With others, you tend to be polite and formal.

As far as looks go, you are traditionally attractive. You take good care of yourself.

On weekends, you tend to like to do organized activities. In fact, you often organize them!

Looks like I have a "nice" personality - ehem, ehem

You Are 32% Control Freak

You have achieved the perfect balance of control and letting go.
You tend to roll with whatever life brings, but you never get complacent.

Maybe trying to be in control most of the time - but not a control freak (but they're just the same, right? Anyway)

Your Worry Factor is 55%

While you're not a worrywart, you worry more than you should.
Maybe you don't have enough to keep your mind occupied at times...
Or perhaps you've trapped yourself into some bad thinking patterns.
Try to worry less and enjoy life more. There's no point thinking about things you can't change!

Yeah, right

You Are Somewhat Like Your Mom

Believe it or not, you and your mom are pretty darn similar.
It may not seem like it at times, but you and your mom have a lot of common ground.
Over time, you'll probably get closer ... especially if you emphasize the things you like about each other.

Oh? Sure my Mom will beg to disagree, hehe

You Are 83% Feminist

You are a total feminist. This doesn't mean you're a man hater (in fact, you may be a man).
You just think that men and women should be treated equally. It's a simple idea but somehow complicated for the world to put into action.

And I'm not even sure about my stand/s on Feminist theories/issues/causes as we discuss them in class (well, in the class where I'm a seat-in now)

You Are 65% Real

You know who you are, and you're pretty darn comfortable with yourself.
Like everyone, you struggle with the parts of yourself that aren't so great...
But you're good at accepting who you are and not dwelling on your faults.
As a result, you're confident, optimistic, and very real.

Yeah, I believe I'm real enough

People Envy Your Compassion

You have a kind heart and an unusual empathy for all living creatures. You tend to absorb others' happiness and pain.
People envy your compassion, and more importantly, the connections it helps you build. And compassionate as you are, you feel for them.

Me? Compassionate? Ah...

"Whatever" stuff about Descovrir:

This creation adds visual appeal to any blog - mine included

What Your Sleeping Position Says

You are secretly sensitive, but you often put up a front.
Shy and private, you yearn for security.
You take relationships slowly.
You need lots of reassurances before you can trust.

If you don't get enough sleep, you are: Cranky and a big baby

It's hard to sleep next to you because: You are a light sleeper

Yeppers, in an hour or so, I'll sleep - well and sound, I hope

You Are a Boston Creme Donut

You have a tough exterior. No one wants to mess with you.
But on the inside, you're a total pushover and completely soft.
You're a traditionalist, and you don't change easily.
You're likely to eat the same doughnut every morning, and pout if it's sold out.

Now, I want a Boston Creme donut (and Bavarian, Peanut Butter Frost - yum, yum)

Who Should Paint You: Pablo Picasso

Your an expressive soul who shows many emotions, with many subtleties
Only a master painter could represent your glorious contradictions

Wish Picasso's still around to do my portrait - sigh

My Lakbayan grade is C-!
How much of the Philippines have you visited? Find out atLakbayan!
Created by Eugene Villar.

I bet most who honestly answer this will realize they're foreigners in their own country of 7,100+ islands

On Descovrir's career and studies:

You Should Be a Film Writer

You don't just create compelling stories, you see them as clearly as a movie in your mind.
You have a knack for details and dialogue. You can really make a character come to life.
Chances are, you enjoy creating all types of stories. The joy is in the storytelling.
And nothing would please you more than millions of people seeing your story on the big screen!

Right - wish this was around when I was contemplating to take up Journalism (which I did, by the way)

You Should Maybe Go to Grad School

Grad school may be the right choice for you, but you need to investigate further.
So put those studying skill to use, and pick a program that's perfect for you.
And make sure you're going for the right reasons - not just to avoid getting a job.

Now you're telling me (and candidacy exam is just two months away, sheesh)

You Are 58% Burned Out

You're fairly burned out, and it shows.
You probably have been feeling a little rundown and irritable lately.
If you can, drop a few of your minor responsibilities and focus on what's really important.
You have too much on your plate, and it's catching up with you.

Tsk, tsk, tsk....

Your Depression Level: 68%

You seem to have moderate depression.
Your symptoms are bad enough that they're effecting your everyday life.
You would benefit greatly from professional help.

I guess I need "help" regarding my career - and I'm seriously considering it...

Your Emoticon is Sad

You're feeling a tad depressed right now. It will likely pass soon, but for now, you need some major cheering up!

Well, I got happy this Saturday with my friends (who I haven't seen for a long time) - and seeing my friend's cute, little angel (another post)

Descovrir's take on date/romance/love (aww, I answered a lot here):

You Are More Mild Than Wild

You're confident, and you really aren't concerned with how "hot" you are.
Other people's ideas of what's sexy don't concern you. And this is exactly what makes you attractive.

Cool - I mean I'm "hot" to know, hehe

Men See You As Choosy

Men notice you light years before you notice them
You take a selective approach to dating, and you can afford to be picky
You aren't looking for a quick flirt - but a memorable encounter
It may take men a while to ask you out, but it's worth the wait

Hmm... OK...

You're a Romantic Kisser

For you, kissing is all about feeling the romance
You love to kiss under the stars or by the sea
The perfect kiss involves the perfect mood
It's pretty common for kisses to sweep you off your feet

Aww, I'm romantic, hehe

You Are A Realistic Romantic

It's easy for you to get swept away by romance...

But you've done a pretty good job keeping perspective.

You're still taken in by love poems and sunsets

You just don't fall for every dreamy pick up line!

I'm a Realistic Romantic? Ohh?

How You Are In Love

You take a while to fall in love with someone. Trust takes time.

You give and take equally in relationships.

You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.

You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.

You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.

Oh, I'm romantic, really, hehe

Your Love Life Secrets Are

Looking back on your life, you will have a few true loves.

Although you may have been hurt before, you tend to bring very little scars into new relationships.

You expect a lot from your lover - you want the full package. You tend to be very picky.

In fights, you love to debate and defend yourself. You logic prevails - or at least you'd like to think so.

You have a hard time ending relationships, even if the other person says it's over.

Looks like true of me, hehe

You Can Make 69% of Your Crushes Fall in Love With You

Your seduction skills are practically legendary. You know how to close the deal.
Just don't let someone you're really into get the better of you!
As long as you keep up your end of the flirting game, you'll get the prize at the end.

I believe I already have my "prize" (right, sweetie?)

You Would Do Most Things For Love

You are willing to go pretty far for love - but not far enough to compromise your core values.

Love is a priority for you, and you'll go further than most people to hold on to someone you love.

But killing for love? Or even taking a bullet? Probably out of the question.

No matter what, you love yourself the most!

Shocks - I think I'm in love (the thing that makes me fulfilled now - despite happenings on the other things in my life)

You Are 65% Passionate, 35% Compassionate

You are very passionate, especially when it comes to love.
In fact, it's sometimes difficult for you to tell between love and lust.
You jump in head first, and figure things out later... usually when it's all over!

Guess my sweetie can attest to this, haha

Your Love Life is Like Pretty Woman

"I want the fairy tale"

You believe that love is truly blind, unpredictable, and surprising. Two very different people can easily find true love.
At least, that is how it will happen when you marry a gorgeous billionaire someday ;-)

Your love style: Sensual and flirty

Your Hollywood Ending Will Be: Surprisingly happy

Wow, I now feel like Julia Roberts, haha

Your Dream Engagement Ring Has a Pear Diamond!

You're personal style is a mix of classic and contemporary, reseved and outgoing.
A pear diamond matches your charming personality - and is perfect to show off.
You've also got an elegant side, which is complemented a tear dropped shaped pear.
It's the perfect mix of Liz Taylor and Jessica Simposon - both wearers of this ring!

No, I don't think I'll have this ring just to show off - talk about being robbed here...(and an engagement talk is not on at the moment :->)

There goes my blogthings - bow.