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Monday, 31 March 2008 You Are Pocahontas!  Free-spirited and wise. You have a strong passionate spirit that touches and changes all who know you. The wisdom and common sense that you have is really what guides you through life. Even so, you also have a very playful side that loves adventure and excitement. Which Disney Princess Are You?
posted by Anonymous @ 14:51
I sing the body electric I celebrate the me yet to come I toast to my own reunion When I become one with the sun And I'll look back on Venus I'll look back on Mars And I'll burn with the fire of ten million stars And in time And in time We will all be stars I sing the body electric I glory in the glow of rebirth Creating my own tomorrow When I shall embody the earth And I'll serenade Venus I'll serenade Mars And I'll burn with the fire of ten million stars And in time And in time We will all be stars We are the emperors now And we are the czars And in time And in time We will all be stars --- Anybody have a copy of the FAME Soundtrack?
posted by Anonymous @ 12:02
Thursday, 27 March 2008 This article cracked me up. By one of my fave writers in The New Yorker.How I Want To Be Remembered By Jack Handey The New Yorker - Shouts & Murmurs We are gathered here, way far in the future, for the funeral of Jack Handey, the world’s oldest man. He died suddenly in bed, according to his wife, Miss France. No one is really sure how old Jack was, but some think he may have been born as long ago as the twentieth century. He passed away after a long, courageous battle with honky-tonkin’ and alley-cattin’. Even though Jack was incredibly old, he was amazingly healthy right up to the end. He attributed this to performing his funny cowboy dance for friends, relatives, and people waiting for buses. All agreed it was the most hilarious thing they had ever seen, and not at all stupid or annoying. Jack’s death has thrown the whole world into mourning, and not in a fakey, sarcastic way. He was admired by people of all ages and stripes, and by all animals, including zebras. Even monsters liked him. He had his playful side and his serious side, but ninety-nine per cent of the time he had his “normal” side. He started out life as a baby but worked his way up to an adult. But even when he was a full-grown adult he never forgot that he was a baby. His philosophy of life was a simple one. “I’m-a no look-a for trouble, because-a trouble, she’s-a no good,” he would often say, in his beloved fake Italian accent. He was quick with a laugh, but just as quick to point at what he was laughing at. Children loved him, but not in the way his teen-age niece claimed. He was always thinking of ways of helping people, and was wondering how he might do some of those things when he died. Jack was an expert in so many fields, it’s hard to say what he was best at: the arts, the sciences, or the businesses. If you talked to him at a party, you couldn’t tell; he seemed to know it all. He has been compared to Captain James Cook, and not just because he was severely beaten by some Hawaiians, and to General Dwight D. Eisenhower, and not just because he liked to be driven around in a jeep. As hard as it is to believe, he never sold a single painting during his lifetime, or even painted one. Some of the greatest advances in architecture, medicine, and theatre were not opposed by him, and he did little to sabotage them. Although he lived in Paris, in a mansion famous for its many trapdoors, he was always proud to be an American. However, he was ashamed to be an earthling. He was fabulously wealthy, but he would pretend to be broke, and often tried to borrow cigarettes and money from people. Little did they know that those who gave him stuff would later be rewarded in his will, with jewels and antigravity helmets. Women who refused to have sex with him are probably wishing that they could turn back the clock and say yes. Generous even with his organs, he has asked that his eyes be donated to a blind person. Also his glasses. His skeleton, equipped with a spring that will suddenly propel it to a full standing position, will be used to educate kindergartners. He has asked that no shrines be built to him. But he pointed out that this did not mean he didn’t like Shriners. According to our scientists, with their electronic soul trackers, Jack is in Heaven now. And not just regular Heaven, which any jerk can get into, but special secret Heaven, which even some angels don’t know about. So let us celebrate his death, and not mourn. However, those who appear to be a little too happy will be asked to leave. Perhaps the greatest tragedy is that a lot of the things Jack said and did seemed wrong at the time, but now we realize it wasn’t him; it was we who were wrong. Let us hope we don’t make the same mistake with his clones. In closing, it is unfortunate that Jack’s friend Don could not be here. However, Don died many years ago, from a horrible fungus. And now robot Elton John will sing “Candle in the Wind.”
posted by Anonymous @ 10:20
Wednesday, 26 March 2008  Ah, Facebook. I had a good laugh after seeing this. Hahaha. Anyway, speaking of Facebook. I am addicted to this application called Mob Wars. It appeals to my inner, er, godfather. This is obviously a useless post so I will just end it now. Oooh, I am starting my pre coaching this week. This is going to be an interesting summer. And, yes, my boss is still afraid of me. Wahaha. If he gets to read this, well...BOO. Good night everyone!
posted by Anonymous @ 22:13
Monday, 24 March 2008 Managed to remain unscathed during Holy Week. HeheSpent it mostly in solitude and watching DVDs with my family. I didn’t realize I was so close to burning out until I heaved my first few sighs of relief last Wednesday at the thought of finally, finally taking the time out from my busy schedule. God I loved every friggin minute of doing absolutely nothing. It wasn't idle time because I was spending it replenishing the energy I spent meeting one deadline after another. Haha whew!!! It was also the perfect time to reflect about the things that will be happening to me in the coming months. Leap 35 is ending this weekend. Leap 36 is beginning. I just submitted my goals and action plans via email a couple minutes ago and it wasn’t until I plotted my milestones into my April to June calendar that I realized the enormity of it all. Oh my frickin G. As in wow I’m really doing this!!! Who would have thought that I, Miss I-couldn't-care-less-about-you, would end up being a life coach? Hahaha life, indeed, is unpredictable! Everything I’ll be doing for Leap 36 is a commitment to something that is almost always out of my control. Something bigger than what I am able to comprehend. My personal goal–-painting 8 paintings (4 of which have a minimum size requirements) and submitting two entries to two nationwide painting competitions is a major, MAJOR stretch AND breakthrough. In fact, all my goals have a lot to do with breakthroughs! I'm writing my first book this year as well! Career 'to! This is going to be one interesting summer! I can’t wait to start but at the same time I want to prolong the wait a bit. Waha nah...we already have a number of students enrolled and paid. Haha bring it! What’s good about this is whole thing, though, is that I’m starting it on a clean slate. Free of emotional baggage. And I can honestly and proudly say that my life is really working right now. Career, relationships…my love life, well, there are no prospects at the moment but I’m in a good space. As in a really good space. I’m over my last quasi-relationship. I love love love it. I realized it this weekend. It doesn’t matter to me anymore. I’ve accepted the fact that, yes, there will still be times when I will be affected by what he does (we have a history, after all) but I am no longer hanging on to the possibility of being with him. Because I know I’m meant for someone who will treat me better. Not that he treated me badly but I know he just isn’t the guy for me because he would never be able to give me what it is I truly deserve--the world, basically. Wahaha! He was just a preview of The Man in my life. And I bet my new lovely black patent leather shoes that that man will be drop-dead gorgeous and will be crazy about me. Wahaha. I can’t wait—actually I don’t have to wait! Life is already happening now. I’m proud to say that I AM living my life to the fullest the best way I can. Cheesy but I’m just really happy. :) And I know in the months to come, I’ll only be happier. :) Heehee. C'est la vie! Labels: goals, Holy week, leap
posted by Anonymous @ 12:40
Thursday, 20 March 2008   We are all really not that different. Have a meaningful Holy Week everyone. :) Labels: post secret
posted by Anonymous @ 13:04
Tuesday, 18 March 2008 I haven't been posting here lately. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing. On one hand, I get to focus more on work and my deadlines. On the other hand, I might be having writer's block. I haven't been doing Artist's Way. And I think I know why.I am in denial. Ayun lang. I don't feel like elaborating.
posted by Anonymous @ 11:31
Wednesday, 12 March 2008 MY ALBUM COVERInstructions: 1. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Ra The first article title on the page is the name of your band. 2. http://www.quotationspage.com/random.ph The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album. 3. http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesti The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover You then take the pic and add your band name and the album title to it, then post your pic. Voila: 
posted by Anonymous @ 16:58
Monday, 10 March 2008  And he took his shirt off! Ack!!!  I'm still reeling from last night's Incubus fix. I didn't plan on watching the concert but my cousin happened to have an extra ticket so I figured what the heck. It was quite the dilemma choosing between giving up idle time at home and finally seeing Incubus play live. haha We didn't have the best seat in the house but it was definitely worth the trouble going all the way from Paranaque to Araneta. Great song selection! They only played for an hour and a half but most of my favorite songs were there: Stellar, Nice to Know You, Drive, Wish You Were Here, Megalomaniac, Talk Shows On Mute...I was hoping they'd play Anti-Gravity but they didn't. What killed me was their final song...Aqueous Transmission. It's one of my ultimate favorite Incubus songs and I totally did not expect they'd play it last night but they did!!! I nearly died. Haha :) I hope they come back soon. And have a longer set because I felt bitin last night! And I want a closer seat. hehe Another band I am praying, hoping and wishing would come to Pinas on concert? The Red Hot Chili Peppers. I would gladly sell my soul for a front row ticket and a backstage pass. *faints* Labels: Incubus
posted by Anonymous @ 09:58
Friday, 7 March 2008 Alpha maleFORTyFIED By Cecile Lopez Lilles The Philippine Star Wednesday, March 5, 2008 They are self-confident, commanding, competitive, opinionated, ambitious and goal-oriented. They are often brilliant, tire-less and intense. They are alpha males. But they also possess sometimes that very rare quality — restraint — that tempers all the other characteristics, which, when unbridled, could mark them as garden-variety tyrants and ogres. In the power hierarchy of human society, two other roles are defined and follow the alpha male. The beta male is the contender, subservient to the alpha male. The beta male acts as second-in-command and is sometimes a dethroned alpha male or can be a possible future alpha if he persists in challenging the reigning top dog. Beta males have good communication skills and are sensitive to others. They tend to downplay their strengths in order to showcase the strengths of others, which make them well-liked. This is the reason the alpha male’s position is constantly under threat. It is something that he must, at all times, labor to protect and preserve. The omega male is used in a derogatory or self-deprecating manner to refer to men at the bottom of the social hierarchy. An omega male is subservient to both alpha and males. The term alpha male can mean different things in human societies. In the workplace they are the leaders. According to Dr. Kate Ludeman and Dr. Eddie Erlandson in their book, The Alpha Male Syndrome, alpha males tend to fall into one of four types: Commanders. Intense, charismatic leaders who set the tone, mobilize the troops and infuse an organization with energy without necessarily getting into details. (They cite George Bush and Donald Trump as examples.) Visionaries. Curious, expansive, intuitive, proactive and future-oriented, they see possibilities and opportunities that others either miss or dismiss as impractical. And they inspire others with their vision. (They cite Tony Blair and Bill Gates and Michael Dell as examples.) Strategists. Methodical, systematic, often brilliant thinkers who rely more on data and facts. Strategists have superior analytic judgment and a sharp eye for patterns and problems. (They list Henry Kissinger, and Boston Red Sox president Larry Lucchino as typical strategists.) Executors. Tireless, goal-oriented doers who push plans forward with an eye for detail, relentless discipline and keen oversight, surmounting all obstacles and holding everyone accountable for their commitments. (Examples include Dell’s CEO Kevin B. Rollins and Gordon Brown — successor to Tony Blair as UK Prime Minister.) The alpha male concept endures because humans, both male and female, respond positively to leadership and the best combination of traits in a leader is alpha assertiveness and willpower combined with a softer, more sensitive and more compromising manner in dealing with others. In adult social settings the term alpha male can mean other things. It can refer to men who are very much at ease with women. They essentially date and marry the women of their choice. It is in this sense that the alpha male is often good looking, physically well-built and possessing a relatively high economic status. He is judged by his male peers not so much for his aggression and ascendancy (as in the animal world), but by his ability to get the most attractive women as mates, which is the primary reason for alpha behavior in animals. In school settings the concept of the alpha male translates to the cutest guy, who is usually a “jock,” muscle-bound and extremely athletic and competitive, while the betas are those who are less self-assured around girls and participate less in “macho” activities such as full-contact sports. The guys who join math teams or play chess at lunch are usually the beta males and may be thought of as initially less attractive by girls. It should be noted, however, that “nerds” (and here the term is used fondly and affectionately) are becoming increasingly popular because, as long-term boyfriends, they are often thought to be nicer and more respectful toward the fairer sex. How can one tell that he is in the presence of an alpha male? Very easily: he feels it! It is an unquestionably powerful vibe, something that the alpha male instantly transmits to those around him. If you have ever come within a good distance of a lion, it is that very same raw, animal magnetism that overrides any other impression and that which indiscriminately elicits awe from the beholder. This is one of the reasons why dictators, cult leaders, harem kings — all-powerful men — have their subjects eating out of the palms of their hands. At parties and similar social events alpha males are readily recognized because they have absolutely no need to dominate a room. They exude charisma, which effortlessly reels in anyone who comes within several feet of them. In contrast, there are those, usually the omega males, who put on a dog and pony show just to get noticed. Herein we may find men with a Napoleon complex: they are often vertically challenged and therefore feel compelled to resort to various measures to call attention to themselves. Short men literally disappear in crowds, so they must compensate by speaking relentlessly in loud, booming voices. This is why the regular male loudmouth is a terrible turn-off. It is because women have caught on to him: he is obviously compensating for a lack of something vital. Short men are essentially omega men so they latch on to alpha males assuming the role of sidekick or wingman. The alpha male catches the prey and the wingman provides the entertainment. Those males somewhat lacking in the looks department often take on the persona of a clown, cracking jokes left and right to provide entertainment until they successfully reel in their very own audience. They must be resourceful in order to be noticed. In a recent Hollywood film, American Gangster, Denzel Washington’s character, Frank Lucas, says it all: “The noisiest man in the room is the weakest man in the room.” This sums up the idea behind the inherent dominance of the alpha male. They are self-aware; they realize the power of their charisma and their talents. They know they are clear winners in the genetic lottery, be it in looks or smarts. And yet they are also hyper-aware of the areas in which they fall short but which they have come to terms with. In other words, they have attained full mastery of the self so that they give off a distinct aura of calm — something completely irresistible to any human being. Alpha males know what they are and what they are not and they live their lives accordingly. It is this form of enlightenment that elevates them above the rest of the pack. In my forty-something years I have met many alpha males. But the three most memorable encounters were with three popular personalities: Hollywood great Al Pacino; ex-President Fidel Ramos; and basketballer Jojo Lastimosa. Each had a commanding presence and meeting them could weaken the knees and numb the brain. Don’t ask me why, because I really can’t put my finger on it. None of them are exceptionally good looking; but maybe millions of electronically charged particles float around their personal space, ionizing whomever they come in contact with. It is indeed uncanny that five other random women to whom I have spoken report of the same out-of-body experience when they came face-to-face with Jojo Lastimosa; it’s something about his bearing, his self-effacing nature, but then it could be that he was just born with 40,000 excess tons of testosterone that draws women in like a mega-powered magnet. I really don’t know. Given that meeting Al Pacino may be too much trouble and that the chances of bumping into Fidel Ramos here, especially with his coterie of bodyguards, one’s best bet at having a religious experience with an alpha male is to come face-to-face with Jojo Lastimosa. Don’t know where to find him? Ask a sports fanatic. He’ll know where to hunt him down!
posted by Anonymous @ 15:13
Thursday, 6 March 2008
...you're not terrified by the thought of going alone to a place you know he will be in. ...you chat with him amicably and harbor neither hope nor resentment. ...you're your own person again. Happy in the company you keep when you are alone. Yey! :D
posted by Anonymous @ 12:36
Tuesday, 4 March 2008 1. Today I feel very---sleepy, which is why I am answering this meme. To keep me awake! I need another crush fix!2. I enjoy---spontaneous trips to undiscovered places! You find yourself pleasantly surprised by spectacular views like this one:  3. I am unhappy when---I suddenly find I don't know myself anymore. 4. I feel good when---I make an impact in people's lives. 5. I wish my boss---would go to the beach! Bwahaha he saw me blogging about my Zambales trip yesterday and he said he didn't really relish going to the beach that much because sand always gets in his hair! Hahahaha my officemates and I doubled over with laughter! Who gets sand in his hair? Uh, aim for the water! LOL 6. My officemates think---Thank God for that! haha joke. They probably think I'm distracted all the time. Which is partly true. Especially when I am within the vicinity of elevators. :P 7. My work area is---in disarray! My calendar (with all its encircled dates and comments) is facing the right wall of my "cubicle," my mouse pad is my yellow sheet pad paper, I have 2 empty bottles of Absolute mineral water (not Vodka), unopened packets of Splenda and Brown Sugar strewn across the desk, a Body Shop foot spray concealed behind my computer's speakers, my Van Gogh planner open to the wrong date, and an inch thick of paper napkins I hoarded from Starbucks in my drawer. It's a good thing we're transferring to a different floor. I can redecorate! 8. I enjoy reading about---the lives of musicians and artists, historical fiction, fantasies and the occasional philosophical read! 9. I like myself best when---I am being creative, spontaneous and when I leave my mark in people's lives. And I also like myself best when I let my inner crazy take hold--fun fun! haha 10. If I had a choice I would---drop what I'm doing right now and hop onto the next flight to Bangkok (I don't know why but I feel I just HAVE to be there this year) and go continent-hopping from there. 11. I wish---I had my own loft studio and just paint for a living! 12. Tomorrow I would like to---meet Crush!!! hahaha
posted by Anonymous @ 14:26
So I gathered up the old gang at Metrowalk ('twas our 5th monthly get together) and came up with an activity that would unleash our inner psychos and, well, knock that old ego down a bit. We all tend to worry about looking good all the time that I felt it was the perfect time to rustle up everybody's composure even for a night! We met up at Dencio's for dinner, paired up randomnly and went off to do the following dares together:
It was such a blast because everybody went along with the dares even though they bordered on the ridiculous! And was it just me or was Metrowalk even more crowded than usual that night?? Haha it took me around an hour to convince them to just do it (there were colorful words thrown at me every now and then) but everybody stepped up! I just don't think a lot of us will be visiting Metrowalk anytime soon. hahaha :)
posted by Anonymous @ 09:19
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