Love Notes, Part Two

Another slow blogging week but I don't want another week to go with no posts in here. Here's the second article of the love notes post that I did several weeks back. Once again, I don't claim this as an original work of mine but I just wish to share this with you all. Please refer to the first post that I fondly titled "The Dance of Love" to see where I got this--which I have titled "Echoes of Our Hearts."

"Sometimes we close our eyes and just listen to the echoes of our hearts. We all fall in love and there are times that we love so much that we lose ourselves in our own emotions. More often than not, we wonder why there is love that grows and why there is love that grows cold. We would start the search for answers and try to find where love has gone wrong. But in the end, we find ourselves where we started. We cannot question love for it has its own reasons. Love will always be as it always has been--silent, mysterious, and deeply profound. Many of us believe that love is forever, that love never dies; only to be disillusioned in the end when we find our hands empty and our hearts longing. We mistakenly have looked at love as a need to be fulfilled. But love is only a gift to us. We should not hold it in our hands for we may never find the strength to let it go when it decides to leave. We should only embrace it's warmth and glow while it lasts. And then freely open our arms when it's time to say goodbye. When we fall in love with someone, we don't want that feeling to end for it's everything we are, everything we wanted to be. We pray that love will stay and grow in our hearts. But if it doesn't, then we should never let our lives be taken by it for life should not end where heartsaches begin. There's always a reason why we have to move on when we have to say goodbye to the feelings we wanted to stay forever. Let us not wave our hands with a heavy heart for love will have to set its wings free and find a place where it belongs. We may have lost it but then again, when we close our eyes and listen to the echoes of our hearts, we will yearn that feeling resounding silently forever. Then we'll know that who we have become because love will always stay. It will always be there, reminding us that we should be thankful and happy, not because we have lost love, but because for once in our lives that feeling lived in our hearts and made us happy."

Think about it.

You Think You Know Me?

I'll let the picture say it all.

Vacay!!!

Better late than never. I was too bushed during the past week to post an entry about my rather short vacay last weekend. I don't think it could even be called a vacation since I just finally braved it out to visit home on my meager two-day restday. Of course, there was no backing out from the plans since I'd already promised my Pops that I'd be visiting home before August ends plus a lot more people who had made plans so that we could meet up. After all, I hadn't been back home in months!

I knew I was going to be half-dead by the time the weekend was over, not to mention that I wouldn't be able to do any blogging. Dang! All my time was spent on travel time and then some more travel time. But I had decided to do it a few days before and I saw no sense in changing my plans so off I went. (My sister was able to tag along at the last minute after her application for leave got approved.)

We arrived home mid-afternoon last Saturday but I surrendered by around four and went to take a nap--working nights is the pits! I woke up at dinner time and caught up with Pops and my sisters (my other sister arrived while I was catching my [one hundred and] forty winks). Not to mention that I played with my babies--it felt good to know that Lee and Red hadn't forgotten li'l ole me. I'm not so forgettable, after all.

The mind was willing but the body could only take so much as the night wore on. My sister and I swapped books and I gobbled up some of her recommended local novelettes she was returning to a cousin during this trip. I managed to finish one book before I called it a night. A long day, if you would've asked me then.

I woke up early Sunday morning--nothing was gonna make me miss my puto-and-mango breakfast which I hadn't had since I was home last. And I was pretty psyched as well since I was meeting up with the fearsome twosome--Lee and Olive (who else?). But when Olive didn't return my messages, I decided to just go back to sleep. I woke up hours later, after lunchtime, with a million messages in my phone from Lee and Olive asking if we were still a go. This was one of the reasons why I couldn't cancel my trip home so I said yes, even if I know that we would only spending a few hours together. I knew even then that I wouldn't be able to check out our old university's Founders Week celebration. So after I did a little shopping for Pops, the three of us went to hang out at Hayahay and ate some pizza while enjoying the view of the beach from where we were. I had to scat home before six to catch the bus home and spend more time with the family. But not before we'd snapped picture of ourselves (joke of the day: Thank God for the rolls of tissue paper). LOL! I know what you're thinking but no, we just used it as our tripod. Quite original of us, really.

I capped Sunday off with the family plus two more novelettes before my beauty sleep since we were starting our trip back early. But in our usual style, we didn't get to leave until late morning and took the ferry around noon. We arrived back in the city mid-afternoon. I had to get a few winks before working the night shift again. Damned, it felt like it was one heck of a whirlwind weekend!

It was. But I never regretted it even if I can still feel the aftereffects even up to now. I just might do it again soon. But if I can, I'm putting in a leave application--I'd like to be home for more than a measly two days.

It's That Time Of The Year Again

Ugh! I hate this part of this month. And to think that August happens to be my favorite month of the year. But there's no helping it...

...I will always miss you, Timmy, my friend.

(I could really hate you for doing what you did.) :o(

Sweet 25

Whoever said that 16 is the only age deserving of the adjective sweet was wrong. My 25th year on this beautiful earth started and have been sweet so far in the past week. Let's just hope that it stays that way--or if not, get even sweeter as the year wears on.

My mobile got busy a couple of minutes into Sunday as friends started to send in messages of greetings. And then there were all the calls--most of them came in before two in the morning. Oh, my friends only know me too well. I'd say the day started pretty much the right way. And when I woke up at around seven in the morning, there were a gazillion messages on my phone waiting to be acknowledged. After I sent in my thank you's, I went to church--which was an even bigger event than my actual birthday was to people who really know me, heretic that I am.

One snag of the day was when I came back from church and found most of my housemates still fast asleep. Helloer, people! We have a lunch date to go to! We ended up going to the restaurant a few minutes before twelve--not a better part of the day because I didn't have breakfast at all. But we, all fourteen of us who went, pretty much endured it. After all, we were lunching at Casa Verde, on their (in)famous baby back ribs. An hour or so, an extra rice, and two glasses of iced tea later, we were all in our photo op mode. Of course, that doesn't mean that we were waiting for our table al fresco-style, we didn't grab the opportunity to click away. What are we, crazy? We capped off the day with a little malling--and more displays of our camera whore-ness. We had a pretty quite Sunday evening--it was Tiffany's birthday and I don't think she can ever tolerate alcohol binging sometime in the near future.

And of course, the day continued on with more messages from friends--even those I hadn't seen in a few years. The fact that I have had the same number since 2001 helped. I received text messages wishing me a happy belated birthday as late as Monday evening. Whew! I didn't know I had these many friends (not counting the amnesiac ones!). Of course, I was touched to the bone. We had mini-celebrations during the week: we had chocolate ice cream in the middle of the week for those who weren't able to go last Sunday. Ice cream at 0830 hours? Sinful! And then we had a little dinner with an officemate who had her birthday just the other day and I brought my Hawaiian spare ribs--which was the big hit of the night! Tiffany, it seems, can cook, too.

A week down and counting, and my 25th year is in a bid to be a sweet year. Thanks, peeps, so very much!!! :o)

First Thought At 25

Do I flee or surrender? Some question it is when I've no choice but to surrender. Sigh.

I'm now a few minutes after turning 25 (ugh!) and still can't believe that I've lived a quarter of a century--I feel too useless for humanity. I know I haven't done my part in this world.

And I feel my friends' teasing comments about my lack of a love life to the bone. Of course I never thought I'd be single at 25. But then, here it is. I know a man doesn't complete a woman's life but it won't hurt if you pimp some my way. Hahaha! My life's wanting to be complicated. Hell, yeah!


P.S.
It had been a slow blogging week so please bear with this post.

P.P.S.
If you can't provide me a boytoy, I also accept canned goods, rice, chocolates, books, and, of course, a lot of love!!!

Surviving Last Weekend

Barely.

I had less than ten hours of sleep the entire weekend, haven't recovered yet, am still way past groggy right now but I have to make this post--or post the review on HP7. We went to a wake last Saturday night and came home around 5AM. And I couldn't sleep on Sunday because Harry Potter was calling my name and wanted to be read. "Accio book!" (or was it "Accio Kookie!") and there I was zapping through the pages until the epilogue--Nineteen Years Later. Hmm. (Smiling like an idiot right now.)

Apparate to my book blog for what I have to say about the book.

Uber Pissed!

Well, I was pretty excited to post my review of the latest Harry Potter movie when I saw that my template header is no longer working. WTF! If it had been another template I would have been okay with it. As it turned out, it was one of the best templates I've ever used--or found online. Shame. Utter shame. So I had to update the layout tonight when I would have been doing something else entirely.

This will have to do until I find something better--if I can find something else, that is, since it's oh so hard to find good--not to mention properly working--XML layouts out there. I will have to post the movie review tomorrow...but I'm so excited about the release of The Deathly Hallows that I had to redo the look of my book blog as well. Since I was at it, I might as well do both.

Love Notes, Part One

Due to the rainy weather the past week, my brain has become too tired to contrive putting two thoughts together. Hence, I have nothing to blog about. Either that, or talk about the blasted weather itself. I have promised myself to be a better blogger, especially now that I do have spare time. Problem is that I really don't have anything original to say. Well, I did do a book review. I guess my brain power is only up to there only this weekend.

So to prevent from blank-posting my blog today, I'll just share some love notes with you, the first of two. I dunno whom to credit though because when a friend of mine shared these with me years and years ago, it was in audio format--and with zero credits either. I loved them too much though that I just had to transcribe them.

Here is the first one--I'll do the other one later. Any editing and transcription errors are my own. I've personally titled this "The Dance of Love."

There were two hearts who met in a dance. The moment was magical, there was a sweet song playing, there was harmony, and soon, love in the air. They fell in love and they started to building castles in their dreams and promised forever with all certainty. But somewhere in the midst of the fun, they got lost in the dance. Something went wrong but they can never do anything. They were just drifting away, their fortress falling apart. There were so many questions but no one had an answer.

When we truly love someone, we give our best and let that person see the pureness of our intention. But sometimes that person makes us cry and hurts us for the wrong reason. That someone must have loved us but he has not loved us enough to make him stand for what he truly felt. Now we are faced with the seemingly impossible task of forgetting. We have burdened ourselves long enough but we still can't get out of this emotional trap. Let us try to remember that the more we forget someone we love, the more painful letting go will become. Sometimes we never have to take that person out of our hearts at all for he will always be there, no matter how hard we try to drive him away. It isn't his presence that makes this difficult; it is out stubbornness to accept our destiny that aligns forgetting next to impossible. We keep a cold face but deep in our hearts there is still that lingering hope for a reconciliation.

Somehow, we still believe we can rekindle small embers and relight the fire that once burned in our hearts. These thoughts give us hope. But it also breeds the seeds of loneliness and despair. The only way to accept is to forget. And the only way to move on is look ahead, and let the footprints of the past be blown by the wind of time. Only then can our hearts find a partner in the dance of love and hopefully, never get lost again.

Burgled!

Just when I thought my life couldn't get any worse, it actually did. Dammit!

Thinking that these things only happen to other people is a crazy idea. Thankfully, I and my family had never been victims of muggings or robbery. And in my case, that's saying a lot since I have worked jobs with crazy hours and I always use public transpo. But lo and behold, my sister and I had just become victims of burglary last Tuesday in a place we thought was safe enough--the "secure" apartment we are currently staying.

It happened last Tuesday and since I was working the morning shift, I didn't find out until around noontime when I checked my messages. The effing asshole got my sis' phone and handbag and my jewelry box. Shit shit shit!

It's not so much about the monetary value of the stuff that got stolen that I'm crazy about but the fact that the things inside it had more sentimental value than the swiper's pathetic life has. My jewelry cum music box alone was a gift from my second grade teacher when I graduated from college. The pieces of jewelry in it were gifts from family including a gold watch I'v had since I was ten. Plus knick knacks I got from vacations and--this is what I'm most freaked out about--a Becks keychain that was a gift from one of sisters' friends. I wasn't even using it 'cause I was afraid of losing it. Grrr!

And it wasn't only us. Three other room in our building got hit, too. Two rooms actually had sleeping people in them. And we found out later in the day from the police that four other apartment buildings got burgled on as well. I hate these people and now understand why the general public condones the vigilante killings of known criminals in the past few years.

I'm just glad noone got hurt amoung our housemates, especially my sister who saw an unknown man when she came out of our room, who saw her locking up our room real good. That must have been the guilty shithead who took advantage of the fact that noone was obviously in our room.

I can rant all day but I won't give him the satisfaction of affecting our lives anymore than he already did. He can shove the things he stole up his ass. All I want is the chance to slap the daylights out of him and kick his balls up his throat. If I can't have that, I'll settle for him and everyone who benefited from their MO to die a slow and painful death. That's all.

What I've Been Up To Lately

The busy schedule at work never seems to end so obviously we're still at it--but I'm trying not to kill myself by cutting myself some slack during my rest days. There's a current stop in the "production line" for the wedding invites that I've been doing. I'm just a few pieces short of the total number but I ran out of the fabric ribbon that I've been using and the bride-to-be is having a hard time finding the exact same thing. But we will be back in production in no time, I'm sure.

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Olive came for a visit. Yey!

And I fell in love with her green Adidas bag. (I heart Adidas so, Liv, take note: I want.) She and her sister came for a one-day shopping extravaganza (no other way to describe it) and we met after work. Check out this pic of me (that's my fat, ugly mug right in the middle!) with my bestest friends, Lee Ann and Olivia, taken at Dessert Factory. Along with the good-for-ambiance-bad-for-picture-taking lighting, they serve the best brain-numbing chocolate cakes I've ever had. I'm sorry, Liv, but I have to tell the world this: Lee and I give our props to you for consuming the one serving of the infamous, nosebleed-inducing Achocolypse Now! that we couldn't finish together in a previous outing. Hahaha!

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Food trip. Ugh! That seems to be the order of the day every-effing-day whether I'm with my officemates or my housemates. I admit, I am an emotional eater so this is what happens every day after a tiring day at work. But WTF! that is such a lame excuse for not fitting into some of my jeans and shorts. And I've just added to my gastronomic crimes yesterday's outing to the beach for an officemate's birthday party. I'm now a little heavier and a shade darker than when I was on Tuesday.

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I lost my marbles.


There's no other explanation for binging on the game of Sudoku. As I've repeatedly mentioned, I'm uber-busy from work, not to mention uber-stressed. But do I relax the first chance I get free time? No, I start a game of Sudoku. Am I crazy or am I crazy? But then again, the game itself might have made me lose my marbles. After all, I'm doing the Insane level these days. I'm sure that's indicative of something.

Excuses And What-Nots

My only excuse for getting back to my old way of being a bad blogger is that, really, I have no excuse. NotAnExcuse # 1) The busier-than-usual workweeks I've had in the past couple of weeks; and NotAnExcuse # 2) The even busier "rest" days in between. I feel tired just thinking about what happened during the past couple of weeks. I must admit though that it was a different kind of tired. Physically tired, yes. But the mental muscles had had great exercise so I really couldn't complain.


Weddings Everywhere

Am I the only one not getting married these days?

Holly girl is. Lucky her. NO! Lucky MM.

A friend of mine from high school also got married last Saturday--which I felt bad for not being able to attend because I found out at the last minute and couldn't get leave from work anymore.

And then I have an officemate who's getting married in October--and I've volunteered my services in helping with the wedding invites. Up until I saw the finished products, I didn't know I had all that creativity in me. I guess it's enough to say that I was danged proud of my self. LOL!


Eff Me If Wrong

My friends at work used to have a crush in our office we have nicknamed Eff (but not this politely) MeIfI'mWrong. But then he was transferred to another site--but that was after we found out that he was a total jerk. So right now we are back to being surrounded by gloriously open gay guys in the office. I'm not saying that they aren't fun to be with--the complete opposite, in fact--but really, wouldn't it be MORE FUN to actually look forward to seeing your own Mr EffMeIfI'mWrong when one has to go to work?


Trebler's 8th Anniversary

Funny how time goes by so quickly. This weekend marks the 8th anniversary of when Manchester United won the unique Treble in 1999. I can still remember it clearly like it was yesterday. But, oh boy, that was one heck of a wonderful football season. It was great watching the young boys of Old Trafford come of age and win trophy after trophy--and achieve what has gotta be the penultimate prize in club football.

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Speaking Manchester United memories, I can't help but think about my old pal Tim, who also happened to be a huge fan of the club. It's things like these that remind me of him and how I try not to think that every May he was supposed to turn a year older--although he would always remain 25.

Miss you very much, Timmy. Everyday.

Duped!

I'm ashamed to admit that I have been, indeed, duped.

I was rearranging my online-stored Beckham photo albums when I stumbled on one of the pics that looked all too familiar. WTF! And so I backtracked to my Dreamboat Express feature on Wentworth Miller and bam! There it was.

So I took the pic out of the slide and put something else in. It offends me to even post it again so I'm not going to. Scroll down and you'd know what picture I mean. So to all those who drooled on that pic, sorry. That ain't good ole Wentworth in that shot.

Here's the real deal:
Proof is in the Guardian Angel and Brooklyn tats on his back. This pic was published years ago in a book.

I love Wentworth Miller still but for the whoever genius who did the editing: You've just been found out!

When Tiffany Says So

"Have you seen Spiderman 3 yet? Uh-huh. But tell me, what's really the effing fuss about this film, eh?"

That's Tiffany for you.

Admittedly, I have been intrigued about this third Spidey installment since I saw the first (short-cut) version trailer months ago. But the thought of catching it on big screen never stuck as a capital idea. After all, I didn't watch the first two in the cinemas. A fact that I'm not remorseful about after I did get the chance to see them.

"Right. So why bother."

Tiffany again.

And she's right, as usual. Well, most of the time. And we both agree that our idea of a real summer blockbuster has Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom strutting their sexy stuff on screen.

But who, you ask, is Tiffany? In short, she's my alter ego. LOL! A poor excuse for one, that's for damn sure.

When one acts weirdly enough--liking one thing one time and hating it the next, it can be quite mind boggling. I don't think I've a problem about multiple personalities but I'd like to think of Tiff as my (crazy biyatch) voice of reason. Although if I (you) would really look at it, she's my excuse for being crazy, corny, crazily corny and, most of the time, just plain biyatchy. She gobbles up WWE and Mad TV like mad, and can't suffer men who think they're chocolate coated almonds. (Although come to think of it, who can?)

I'm not stereotyping the Tiffanys of the world though. Let's just make that clear now. Only because when I started liking the idea of having my "alter ego" (when I was in my teens), I was reading a young adult fiction book with a cheerleader character who did all these bitchy stuff just to snag HottestGuyInSchool. Her name was Tiffany and long story short, I ended up loving hating her--and the name eventually stuck.

Poor Tiff really takes all the blame for my nastier side. Some of the time, she's my cynical voice. But most of the time, I love her as my "logical" voice ("Damn, girl! You're eating way too much carbo-rich food!") But she's Tiff so I rearely listen. And then she can also be so over the top, it's practically a hoot.

So when she says: "Really. Going to the cinemas is a waste of time and money even if we watch Pirates... Better spend your dosh on those damn romance novels you so love to read."

I just have to tell her: "Logical voice or not, I'm having the final say on this. We are watching Pirates...even if I have to drag you to it."

Poor girl. She doesn't have a choice now, does she?

And she didn't have a choice when I dragged her to watch Spidey slink around in his spandex for the third and last time (and so they say). She couldn't very well complain if someone was giving away free tickets.

Edit, Edit, Edit

I have been using this blog template for over five months now (sheesh!) and I still love it. I would hate to change it but I just might for variety reasons. But, crap, looking for the right template is a tedious job--it took me weeks to find and settle on this one. But I have a feeling people might be getting (quite?) bored with this look (but as I've said, not me!). So I'm gonna start hunting for one now. Even if I'm gonna be dead on my feet when I do.

But for now, I'm adding a little something in the sidebar. I'm featuring Pinoy music videos, courtesy of YouTube (where else?). I know it's as corny as they come but I rarely like anything in the Filipino entertainment industry. This is a testament that I actually do. And when I do, I tend to go terminally gaga about it. So, yeah. Check it out.

A Long Weekend And Easter

As I've mentioned in an earlier post, we were supposed to go to an office team-building last Friday. Of course, that's just a euphemism to get to totally wasted with office buddies--which others achieved even before arriving at our destination.

Wet blanket that I am, I was not able to make up my mind whether to go or not until I was actually on my way with some of my office mates. I was braced on not enjoying the excursion that I am still surprised up to now at how much I did enjoy it. Very much.

We went to Blue Reef Resort, which is comparatively smaller than most. But considering the fact that it's still part of the city, it was quite clean and great in a way I never expected it to be. We went there straight from the office on Friday until around seven in the morning on Saturday. It was a rainy Saturday morning and the planned sunrise pic I was planning to post here with this entry went down the drain fast.

One humongous thing that had me doubting about going was the fact fact that someone in the office and somebody else are having an affair--and extramarital affairs just don't seat well with me. At all. I guess it doesn't with decent folks. But what irritated me more is the fact that some people tolerated it as if it's an okay thing. My skin practically crawled at the blatant PDA but then again, they can live their lives any damn way they want. I just hoped it didn't involved hurting some other people in the process.

But most of my office mates proved to be A-okay company and that made up for my disgust at that other thing. Three of the guys knew how to palm read so I had mine read thrice--they came up with three related readings that had some harsh truths in 'em and some stuff in the future that I look so forward to.

And the food? Mmm-hmm. It was great--obviously, I munched my way into the morning. Watching the tide come in during dinner was a sure stress buster. And our cottage(s) was by the slides so it was fun to watch the kids and the kids-at-heart slide down the half-pipes. Not to mention that my belly ached so much laughter.

I couldn't have spent a better Friday evening or Saturday morning. I actually look forward to the next time I spend quality camaraderie time with my office mates outside of company time and rules. And, of course, without the personal issues. Can't wait for that to happen!

--o0o--

I wish everyone a very Happy Easter Sunday and I hope everyone gets to live the true meaning of what today really means. And, of course, enjoy it at the very least.

April Madness

Summer is finally here and I'm the only soul not happy about it. I hate too much sun because I burn easily. And yet I'm already counted in on some beach outings--the earliest one is this weekend, which is an office affair. I'm still confused why I said yes to that.

And my friend Lee had been nagging me that we and some friends get together for a real trip to the beach sometime this month or in May. I didn't say yes to that but we did a time checking out some serious beachwear yesterday at the mall. I did tell her that if I gathered enough courage to wear the ones we did like, I want her to promise not disown me as a friend.

Speaking of yesterday, damn!, my feet still hurt. Lee and I went browsing at the mall for the goodies we're planning to get come the mall-wide sale in two weeks' time. Books, shoes, jeans, movies--you name it. Time to whip out the plastic!

That's my therapy because I'm sorely missing my housemates. School is out so most of them have gone home for the summer--or up until the Holy Week is over at the very least. Our place is lacking some life right now even if some of us who are still here are trying to be our very noisy best. But it just isn't the same. Especially since ghost sightings at work had been topic of the week. Loitering in the hallways at our boarding house (BH) has become a no-no for me.

I miss my girls. I have strongly bonded with them (most of us are the youngest in our respective families) over the past several weeks. We had been doing movie marathons especially before they left, when we did some serious crushing on Channing Tatum (again!). I look forward for them to start the next school year so that we can check out the latest flicks with hot hunks in 'em.

Aight. I'm gonna stop now before I start bawling.

Here's For My Ladies

I know I've said Hearts Day is way overrated but since I've had nothing to blog about for the past week or so, I'll use it as an excuse to post something here although I've been busy updating the template for my book blog--check out the new look here. Unfortunately, I can't take credit for it. I have a long way to go about CSS and stuff.

But this one's for the ladies who frequent here, regardless of how you feel about the opccassion. As one of my friends text messaged me earlier today:

My wish for us this Valentine's Day is that we will continue to endure the hardships of being attractive to men and the complexities of resisting them!

A For Adorable...Not!

A - Available/Single? - Single...but waiting for Becks to take me.

B - Best Friend? - With an S. Lee Ann and Olivia.

C - Cake or Pie? Pie. Although cakes can get interesting sometimes, nothing beats even the most boring pie.

D - Drink Of Choice? Iced tea or pineapple juice.

E – Essential Item You Use Everyday? Gotta have my aloe lotion everyday--morning and night. And I don't go out without wearing the ring my mother gave me years ago--I feel naked without it.

F - Favourite Colour? Green, green, and more green.

G - Gummy Bears Or Worms? Neither really. I'm a chocoholic and that's it.

H - Hometown? - Tanjay City, the Phils.

I - Indulgence? Romance books...and t-shirts.

J - January Or February? February--only 28 or 29 days of work but the salary is still good for the whole month.

K - Kids & Their Names? None.

L - Life Is Incomplete Without? My family.

M - Marriage date? As soon as I find myself a groom.

N - Number Of Siblings? Two sisters that are twins.

O - Oranges Or Apples? Oranges, especially those cute little Mandarin ones.

P - Phobias/Fears? Snakes/Failure.

Q - Favourite Quote? "Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful." (Stole it right from Dylan, from whom I stole this whole thing. LOL!)

R - Reason to Smile? When I do a good deed without realizing it until after everything's all said and done...and not just bloghop but also do Neopets at work. Hahaha!

S - Season? Since we only have two here, I'd say the dry season--I love summer.

T - Tag people? Anyone who hasn't done this.

U - Unknown Fact About Me? That I'm on the hunt for Mr Right. (Believe at your own peril. LOL!)

V - Vegetable you don't like? Okra. Need I say more?

W - Worst Habit? I can be a real sloth when I want to.

X - X-rays You've Had? The chest ones during general physicals.

Y - Your Favourite Food? Pasta. Obviously, I walk right into the calorie-overload trap.

Z – Zodiac Sign? Leo.

I Haven't Keeled Over (Yet)!

Although it did seem like I just dropped off the face of the Earth.

I only posted one pathetic post in the last few weeks and I haven't bloghopped as much as I'd like to. Blame it on too much slothing about after the Holidays. But if you had the kind of Internet connection I had, you wouldn't be doing doing too much surfing either. If at all. Especially because Blogger just doesn't run on whatever bandwidth that's available. And since connections had been bad (and I use the term loosely) ever since the strong quake that hit Taiwan a few weeks back, I wasn't inclined to do much more than check my e-mails.

But the connections have been pretty much up to speed for a couple of days now so I don't wanna waste anymore time while I try to post some stuff as well as make up for the lost bloghopping days.

On top of my online to-do's before the month is out is to change the layouts of my other two blogs. I'll do that ASAP. I had been browsing for templates these last weeks since Blogger wouldn't run on the worse-than-crap speeds I'd been having.

But here's an online to-do I'd like to have an opinion on before I go ahead with it:

Should I or shouldn't I open a MySpace account?

Again. I'd have to deliberate on this further. After all, I have deleted two accounts in the last three years already. I got pretty bored with having the same friends in both my Myspace and Friedster networks; and since I had Friendster first, it was only natural that I keep it. I gotta admit it's not as good as MySpace but it's definitely improving. And there's that loyalty thing again. So I thought that if ever I open another MySpace account, I've to make sure that my friend list there isn't the identical to my Friendster's. So anyone who wouldn't mind an invite, please, stand up. I'd love to have more than two in that (new) list. LOL!

It's a good feeling to be back! And I haven't even posted my thoughts on the latest about Becks. I did tell Dee that I envy her. (Totally, girl.) The word is mum for now but here's something for Beckham fans who found their way here. It's really an old clip, done prior to Germany 2006 but if you haven't seen it then you'll have a definite laugh. I'm such a lazybutt to check out what the title of the show was but obviously it's a rip off of Punk'd. Enjoy!