new 'do?

I'm planning a change in hairstyle and i need your help.. shoulder length or shorter?

Quotable Evans..

Some of you may have read some of his books.. I've read a majority in his collection and is a certified fan.. ANYWAY, here's something I found today that you might appreciate:

http://www.thequotableevans.com/pdf/QuotableEvans_2007a.pdf

Enjoy! Ü

licensed (part 2)

And so I took the 7 yesterday and passed (thank God).  I just about gave my friends a heart-attack by keeping them in suspense about the results because they were all scheduled to take the exam a day earlier which left me taking it on my own.. well not really because i had 8 other people from my batch but no one really close enough to share the ANXIETY with. haha. 

I semi-slept the night to before to review and plus I was such a nervous-wreck I couldn't get my mind off the many what if's (what if i don't pass? will i resign? will i wait to re-take it? will i have a team to go back to? what will everyone think?). So I went to work looking like a zombie and 'twas like my soul had left my body that morning. I couldn't feel a thing. My hands were ice cold and they felt no sensation. I barely touched my breakfast for fear of barfing any moment. I refused to drink anything --I did not like the idea of taking a bathroom break in the middle of probably the most important exam of my life. I've never felt this nervous/scared/apprehensive in a long time and somehow it felt relieving knowing these feelings make the experience more real.

My first set was tough.. not a lot of computations but more on analysis which consumed most of my time. I took the mandatory 30-minute break (after the first 3 hours) feeling dejected already. At this point I already visualized a 38% final score on the whole thing. The second part was more on options which is my up of tea as compared to the terminologies and rules and regulations. I almost comsumed the entire 3 hours since i had to manually compute for the answers.

The clincher though, was the last 10 seconds after submitting my exam where I had to wait for my scores to appear on the screen.. It was the longest 10 seconds of my life. And so with closed eyes, i held my breath and prayed. There were a lot of texts on the screen when i first opened my eyes to see and I was kinda confused where to look for the results itself.. haha.. it took around 3 seconds before i finally saw the word "PASS" beside my actual score and i had to exhale a huge mass of breath since i've been holding it for a while. Again, however elated I was, I closed my eyes, bowed down my head and prayed. It wasn't all me you know.Ü

I'm registered here. Ü

licensed!

I took the nerve-wracking s7 exam today at the Prometric Testing Center at ADMU in Salcedo.. The exam was broken down into 2 parts: 130 questions each part lasting for 3 hours. 

I MADE IT. I PASSED. Ü

I'll be glad to fill you in on the details but for now my head is killing me and i have got to rekindle my relationship with my bed (which i have greatly missed in my successive all-nighters, study sleep-overs). ANYWAY, I'll go hit the sack. Be back with the details tomorrow. good

HIGH SCHOOL REUNION - St. Scho Manila Batch '99

As posted by Shiva Mehrabi on Facebook.

Happy New Year Everyone!

As our humble way of celebrating the holidays, Mariel and I had our initial discussion on what could possibly bring us back to those days when high school fairs were pretty scarce and bringing dates was the coolest thing that could ever happen.

Please bookmark MAY 16 (Saturday) 2:00 to 6:00 pm for the revival of the last high school fair we had.

Yet to be aptly titled and appropriately held, we wish to bring together our entrepreneuring batchmates to put up their booths; and equally the shopaholics within each one of us to sample and support our batchmates' crafts -- from the most luxurious to the craziest items ever conceived. Foodies are highly encouraged!

We'll also have booths for men and kids so you can all bring your S.O.'s and your respective brooding families. This will indeed be the perfect venue for networking, bonding, catching up, and of course, SHOPPING!

Sorry to disappoint but kissing booths are so 1999.

PS --

This might not be what you had in mind in looking forward to a reunion; but hey, this is the closest we can get to reliving our high school days all over again. If you have any more ideas, please feel free to message Mariel or me. We'll organize another meeting in the near future and we look forward to volunteers who can help us cook up this event.

For those who have booths that can participate in this mini-fair, please give us a heads-up so we can include you in the draft list we're preparing. We'd like to invite as much people while keeping the event as exclusive (and affordable) as possible.

A Long Walk to Forever By Kurt Vonnegut from Welcome To the Monkey House

This short story was shared to me by my good friend Anne years ago and I just found it again online today. 

~o0o~

They had grown up next door to each other, on the fringe of a city, near fields and woods and orchards, within sight of a lovely bell tower that belonged to a school for the blind.

Now they were twenty, had not seen each other for nearly a year. There had always been playful, comfortable warmth between them, but never any talk of love.

His name was Newt. Her name was Catharine. In the early afternoon, Newt knocked on Catharine's front door.

Catharine came to the door. She was carrying a fat, glossy, magazine devoted entirely to brides. "Newt!" she said. She was surprised to see him.

"Could you come for a walk?" he said. He was a shy person, even with Catharine. He covered his shyness by speaking absently, as though what really concerned him were far away--as though he were a secret agent pausing briefly on a mission between beautiful, distant, and sinister points. This manner of speaking had always been Newt's style, even in matters that concerned him desperately.

"A walk?" said Catharine.

"One foot in front of the other," said Newt, "through leaves, over bridges--"

"I had no idea you were in town," she said.

"Just this minute got in," he said.

"Still in the Army, I see," she said.

"Seven more months to go," he said. He was a private first class in the Artillery. His uniform was rumpled. His shoes were dusty. He needed a shave. He held out his hand for the magazine. "Let's see the pretty book," he said.

She gave it to him. "I'm getting married, Newt," she said.

"I know," he said. "Let's go for a walk."

"I'm awfully busy, Newt," she said. "The wedding is only a week away."

"If we go for a walk," he said," it will make you rosy. It will make you a rosy bride." He turned the pages of the magazine. "A rosy bride like her--like her--like her," he said, showing her rosy brides.

Catharine turned rosy, thinking about rosy brides.

"That will be my present to Henry Stewart Chasens," said Newt. "By taking you for a walk, I'll be giving him a rosy bride."

"You know his name?" asked Catharine.

"Mother wrote," he said. "From Pittsburgh?"

"Yes," she said. "You'd like him."

"Maybe," he said.

"Can--can you come to the wedding, Newt?" she said.

"That I doubt," he said.

"Your furlough isn't long enough?" she said.

"Furlough?" said Newt. He was studying a two-page ad for flat silver. "I'm not on furlough," he said.

"Oh?" she said.

"I'm what they call AWOL," said Newt.

"Oh, Newt! You're not!" she said.

"Sure I am," he said, still looking at the magazine.

"Why, Newt?" she said.

"I had to find out what your silver pattern is," he said. He read names of silver patterns from the magazine. "Albemarle? Heather?" he said. "Legend? Rambler Rose?" He looked up, smiled. "I plan to give you and your husband a spoon," he said.

"Newt, Newt, tell me really," she said.

"I want to go for a walk," he said.

She wrung her hands in sisterly anguish. "Oh, Newt--you're fooling me about being AWOL," she said.

Newt imitated a police siren softly, raised his eyebrows.

"Where--where from?" she said.

"Fort Bragg," he said.

"North Carolina?" she said.

"That's right," he said. "Near Fayetteville--where Scarlett O'Hara went to school."

"How did you get here?"

He raised his thumb, jerked it in a hitchhike gesture. "Two days," he said.

"Does your mother know?"

"I didn't come to see my mother," he said.

"Who did you come to see?"

"You," he said.

"Why me?" she said.

"Because I love you," he said. "Now can we take a walk?" he said. "One foot in front of the other--through leaves, over bridges"

They were taking the walk now, were in a woods with a brown-leaf floor. Catharine was angry and rattled, close to tears. "Newt," she said, "this is absolutely crazy."

"How so?" asked Newt.

"What a crazy time to tell me you love me," she said. "You never talked that way before." She stopped walking.

"Let's keep walking," he said.

"No," she said. "So far, no farther. I shouldn't have come out with you at all," she said.

"You did."

"To get you out of the house," she said. "If somebody walked in and heard you talking to me that way, a week before the wedding--"

"What would they think?"

"They'd think you were crazy," she said.

"Why?" he said.

Catharine took a deep breath, made a speech. "Let me say that I'm deeply honored by this crazy thing you've done," she said. "I can't believe you're really AWOL, but maybe you are. I can't believe you really love me, but maybe you do. But--"

"I do," said Newt.

"Well, I'm deeply honored," said Catharine, "and I'm very fond of you as a friend, Newt, extremely fond--but it's just too late." She took a step away from him. "You've never even kissed me," she said, and she protected herself with her hands. "I don't mean you should do it now. I just mean this is all so unexpected. I haven't got the remotest idea how to respond."

"Just walk some more," he said. "Have a nice time."

They started walking again.

"How did you expect me to react?" she said.

"How would I know what to expect?" he said. "I've never done anything like this before."

"Did you think I would throw myself into your arms?"

"Maybe," he said.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you," she said.

"I'm not disappointed," he said. "I wasn't counting on it. This is very nice, just walking."

Catharine stopped again. "You know what happens next?"

"Nope," he said.

"We shake hands," she said. "We shake hands and part friends," she said. "That's what happens next."

Newt nodded. "All right," he said. "Remember me from time to time. Remember how much I loved you."

Involuntarily, Catharine burst into tears. She turned her back to Newt, looked into the infinite colonnade of the woods.

"What does that mean?" asked Newt.

"Rage!" said Catharine. She clenched her hands. "You had no right--"

"I had to find out," he said.

"If I'd loved you," she said, "I would have let you know before now."

"You would?" he said.

"Yes," she said. She faced him, looked up at him, her face quite red. "You would have known."

"How?"

"You would have seen it," she said. "Women aren't very clever at hiding it."

Newt looked closely at Catharine's face. To her consternation, she realized that what she had said was true, that a woman couldn't hide love.

Newt was seeing love now. And he did what he had to do. He kissed her.

"You're hell to get along with!" she said when Newt had let her go.

"I am?" said Newt.

"You shouldn't have done that."

"You didn't like it?" he said.

"What did you expect?" she said--"wild, unbridled passion?"

"I keep telling you," he said. "I never know what's going to happen next."

"We say good-bye," she said.

He frowned slightly. "All right," he said.

She made another speech. "I'm not sorry we kissed, " she said. "That was sweet. We should have kissed, we've been so close. I'll always remember you, Newt, and good luck."

"You too," he said.

"Thank you, Newt."

"Thirty days," he said.

"What?" she said.

"Thirty days in the stockade," he said--"that's what one kiss will cost me."

"I--I'm sorry," she said, "but I didn't ask you to go AWOL."

"I know," he said.

"You certainly don't deserve any hero's reward for doing something as foolish as that," she said.

"Must be nice to be a hero," said Newt. "Is Henry Stewart Chasens a hero?"

"He might be, if he got the chance," said Catharine. She noted uneasily that they had begun to walk again. The farewell had been forgotten.

"You really love him?" said Newt.

"Certainly I love him!" she said hotly. "I wouldn't marry him if I didn't love him!"

"What's good about him?" said Newt.

"Honestly!" she cried, stopping again. "Do you have any idea how offensive you're being? Many, many, many things are good about Henry! Yes," she said, "and many, many many things are probably bad too. But that isn't any of your business. I love Henry, and I don't have to argue with you!"

"Sorry," said Newt.

"Honestly!" said Catharine.

Newt kissed her again. He kissed her again because she wanted him to.

They were now in a large orchard.

"How did we get so far from home, Newt?"

"One foot in front of the other--through leaves, over bridges," said Newt.

"They add up--the steps," she said.

Bells rang in the tower of the school for the blind nearby.

"School for the blind," said Newt.

"School for the blind," said Catharine. She shook her head in drowsy wonder. "I've got to get back now," she said.

"Say goodbye," said Newt.

"Every time I do," said Catharine, "I seem to get kissed."

Newt sat down on the close-cropped grass under an apple tree. "Sit down," he said.

"No," she said.

"I won't touch you."

"I don't believe you." She sat under another tree, twenty feet away from him. She closed her eyes.

"Dream of Henry Stewart Chasens," he said.

"What?" she said.

"Dream of your wonderful husband-to-be," he said.

"All right, I will," she said. She closed her eyes tighter, caught glimpses of her husband-to-be.

Newt yawned.

The bees were humming in the trees, and Catharine almost fell asleep. When she opened her eyes she saw that Newt really was asleep.

He began to snore softly.

Catharine let Newt sleep for an hour, and while he slept she adored him with all her heart.

The shadows of the apple trees grew to the east. The bells in the tower of the school for the blind rang again.

"Chick-a-dee-dee-dee", went a chickadee.

Somewhere, far away, an automobile starter nagged and failed, nagged and failed, fell still.

Catharine came out from under her tree, knelt by Newt.

"Newt?" she said.

"H'm?" he said.

"Late," she said.

"Hello, Catharine," he said.

"Hello, Newt," she said.

"I love you."

"I know," she said.

"Too late," he said.

"Too late," she said. He stood, stretched groaningly. "A very nice walk," he said.

"I thought so," she said.

"Part company here?" he said.

"I thought so," she said.

"Where will you go?"

"Hitch into town, turn myself in," he said.

"Good luck," she said.

"You, too," he said. "Marry me, Catharine?"

"No," she said.

He smiled, stared at her hard for a moment, then walked away quickly.

Catharine watched him grow smaller in the long perspective of shadows and trees, knew that if he stopped and turned now, she would run to him. She would have no choice.

Newt did stop. He did turn. He did call. "Catharine," he said.

She ran to him, put her arms around him, could not speak.

thinking aloud

What to do when cramming no longer works... hohum..

vote for yñigo!

Hi guys, please vote for my inaanak Yñigo at Baby Central's Funny Face January 2009.

(His photo was added Dec. 17, 2008, if that helps)

Just register and follow this link to vote. That easy.

Thanks in advance!

My antithesis to everyone's wish lists

So here's a list of what not to get me this christmas:

1. DVDs. More often than not, I already have them. And if you really don't know me that well, chances are, you're just gonna give me something I might not really like.

2. scented candles.  I'm not a candle person and i feel like it's a waste of money if i don't end up using them anyways. They'll probably just gather dust in my room.

3. GCs (gift certificates). It's the same as saying "I'm too lazy to find you a gift"

4. a random shirt from a midnight tiangge. shirts are fine except that they could be: 

         1. not really my type. 

         2. not in the color i want 

         3. too big (people just assume sizes all the time)

         4. would have prints worse than Japanese signs

5. CDs. I no longer have a cd player and it's quite a hassle to listen to it using the PCs dvd-rom (i'm lazy that way). And plus, I might already have access to that album via Limewire, lastfm or imeem. Heck, it might even be in my iPod already.

6. belts. Not really a belt person unless my pants are 2 sizes up and i absolutely need to fasten it to my waist for security purposes.

7. keychains/key rings. The only keys i have are of my office lockers which is already have on my office ID so I don't think this is necessary. 

8. hair accessories (especially headbands). Headbands squeeze my brain. Clips/hair pins are too vain for me.

9. figurines/tiny whatnots.  see #2.

10. stufffed toys. waste of money, gathers too much dust.

11. imitation flipflops. C'mon HAVIONIS or HAVANA don't really feel the same.

12. dangling earrings. Not into dangly things.. a simple stud is better, or a replacement barbel for my helix/top ear piercing.

13. face towel. What do you use it for, really? unless I'm sick and need a sponge bath and plus, my mom has enough supply to cover me.

14. PJs. Just because the cold weather we're experiencing now is momentary. Try nyo mag-PJs sa summer.

15. undergarments. I swear I've gotten some from relatives and they end up being too big or too snug and just not right. It's really a no-no to assume I'm still a 32a. C'MON.

16. hankerchief. I have enough of this, half I don't even use because good 'ol kleenex in my bag works just fine. I also have a knack for baby wipes now so I don't have to run to the bathroom to wash my hands after eating (let's say) chips or chocolates.

I probably have more but I'll shut up now in case you change your mind about getting me anything at all. haha. Merry Christmas everyone!

Overheard: Summary of Twilight in less than 10 words

(re-posted from tiff's multiply)

I just have to share this, i laughed so hard when she told us this story (i'm giggling while i'm posting this)...

Reposted from my cute sister's blog entry:

While riding in an fx. Julie sitting at the back part, quietly listening to the noisy passengers infront. A girl and a gay guy caught her attention with this conversation:

Gay guy: Napanood mo na yung Twilight?
Girl: Hindi pa, pero this weekend I'll make sure.
Gay guy: Eh, ano ba ang kwento ng Twilight na yan?
Girl: Maganda siya! *very enthusiastic* Kwento niya is yung girl nainlab sa isang dracula!
Gay guy: Dracula?
Girl: Oo, kaya lang hindi sila pwede. Kasi nga dracula siya.

~o0o~
After a few minutes, same girl ang gay talking:

Gay guy: Diba yung bida ng Twilight nasa Harry Potter din?
Girl: Ay! Oo! Siya yung bida ng Harry Potter!
Gay guy: Siya ba yun? hmm. Swerte naman niya. Dami movie.
Girl: Oo, nga eh.
Gay guy: Anong pangalan niya nga ule?
Girl: Si Daniel Radclip! Yun nga, si Daniel.

..at ginawa pang paperclip si Harry Potter. ~__~'

~o0o~
Extra lang. On my way home. Talking to my friend:

Friend: So, kelan tayo manonood ng twilight with your family?
Julie: Sunday. Bukas na yun, Saturday morning na ngayon eh.
Friend: Ah, bukas na. Okay. *suddenly looks confused* So ngayon na tayo manonood?
Julie: huh?

To my friend: ang labo mo dude, grabe! haha.



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