A dozen ironies.

The most important lessons are learned from equally big mistakes.

Miracles happen just when you think you lost all hope.

To give up and let go requires a great exercise of control.

Such beautiful thing as love is, exists only when it hurts already.

Intelligence need not explain itself.

We never realize the value of what we have, since we know value when we lose or give.

Most regrets spring from deliberate choices, and gratuitous moments reveal themselves spontaneously.

We only know who we really are, by becoming and by being, and we usually are not what we think we are.

We often look for someone to blame when we know we are partly responsible.

Words speak nothing if there is no silence to allow thought.

Faith is mothered by uncertainty.

We easier see the absent, what we do not have, rather than recognize what already is before us.

 

Are ironies truths?

What a (mis)adventure today was. I met a psychic who can make coins and cards move, and read auras! He told me I seem bitter from a break up, I said that's impossible. Then he took it back by saying I'm too choosy. Hahahaha! On another note though, I want to learn how to make things move.

And yet again

"Ma'am, may boyfriend kayo?"
(thinks, eto nanaman)
"Wala."
"Hindi nga? Bakit naman?"
"Di ko alam. Eh wala..."
"Ma'am, virgin ka pa no?"
"May customer ka..."
(attends to customer)
"Do you have any more questions or feedback?"
"Di niyo pa sinasagot tanong ko ma'am."
(red, flushed, lycopene)

Maybe, maybe...

Here's how it works.

The best of circumstances brings out the worst in some people, while the worst of circumstances brings out the best in some.

Emotions will defy rules in physics. Your heart and brain will stay where they are, but they will feel heavier than usual. You will lose appetite, and yet you are enervated. The mere sight will make your heart beat twice faster.

You will watch people, if not including yourself. You will listen to their stories, and how they strived to earn things and keep things together. But you wish the story stops before they tell the part where begin to lose everything senselessly. And you will wonder how people who have nothing, still lost everything. That's gotta hurt your brain from thinking.

People will tell you to pray. Pray hard. And yes, you will pray, you will pray hard. It cant hurt. But at the back of your mind, you will ask if people hadn't prayed enough. We are all waiting on an answer. We've said our prayers. It's heard, but it's time to live one.

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I see God in the flight of birds
Like little angels lost on earth
I see God in forgiveness
In rain that wipes out all of earth

I see god in sadness
And in the thick air of funerals
I hear god in the silence of empty houses
He is in painful goodbyes
He is the hapiness of a new born child
God is an answered prayer
He is an unsolved mystery
He went away with you
He sits here with me.

God is in sunsets
In the twinkle of the stars
Or in the flicker of skyline lights
God is in the changing seasons
He is in the end of time

God is in my tears
God is in the tears of others
He is in every ocean
He looks over, in every cliff and mountain

Have you seen him?
Have you heard him?

He is in the turning wheels that move us
He is the family we call home
Dont ask me anymore, where God is.
He is everywhere.

And i might meet him now.
When i die too soon...
Or i might see god
In the wrinkles of my face
And i will say
We are still here.
God, i'm still alive!

I wrote this when I was aboard a service vehicle, with a very rash and careless driver. Go figure.

Losing someone - INQUIRER.net, Young Blood Section

http://opinion.inquirer.net/inquireropinion/columns/view/20090811-219688/Losing-someone
My article got published in young blood today. Im happy I guess.
My original edits are published in my blog.

Photoshoot: Merdeka!

These are some of the photos from Justine's photoshoot.

Let's do this more often. :) (Thanks for being a sport JT. Ill sew more girly dresses! haha)

Fiction Please: Why Is It So Hard To Draw The Rain?

No, we are not going nowhere. We are instead going in circles.

No, we are not lost. We are back to the start.

 

You ask me to talk about my feelings. You ask me to give words to my feelings. I couldn't give you words. You try to be more specific - you ask me to describe emptiness. I still dont have the words. You end up asking me why I wouldn't talk. You assure me repeatedly that I can trust you and that you are there to help me.

 

I give you a faint smile, but I guess you missed it. I smile several times more, but it so seems you wouldn't take any of it. I watch your face as it watches mine, and find it blankly gazing at me.

 

Let me see.

 

I lie with smiles. I lie with smiles because it is so much easier than to find the words to tell the truth. I wish you are capable of condescending what is beneath the silence - but, I realize you are too impatient. You want the answers soon. Hear them or see them.

 

Having given up on waiting for words to come out of me, you give me a sheet of paper and a pencil. You tell me to draw anything that represents myself, anything at all. I give you a smile again, but still, you missed it. Finally, I thought, this was something to make it easier for the both of us. You don't need to ask, I don't need to talk.

 

I thought wrong.

 

A candle burning on both ends - and you might think I'm burning myself and the ground beneath me. 

A fowl soaring in the horizon - and you might think I'm heady and losing boundedness.

 

I went from object to object - a half-filled cup, a beautiful weed, a long road... And I thought hard, that anything can mean something, and that anything can mean differently to anyone. Which means - that I would have to explain myself again.

 

I hear the trickle of the water, which brought my gaze to the window. It was raining again. I love the rain so much and how it makes the view hazy.

 

I am very much like the rain. I have fallen so many times, but I still come out hopeful. Every time the rain falls, it paints the world beautiful, though different. I guess I will draw the rain.

 

I try but my hands cannot capture the beauty my eyes do. I try, but with every stroke of the pencil, the eraser was soon to follow. I now think, who exactly has succeeded in drawing the rain?

 

You come at me and ask, "Why have you drawn nothing?" "Is this how empty you really feel?" I smile again and understand how your eyes fail to let you see. Your eyes have failed to see how erasures have thinned my paper, that I can try no more. You failed seeing how many chances I took. I only needed you to give me another sheet of paper, but I guess I cant get that in real life anyway.

 

"We are wasting time. We both don't have much. I can only speak the words I know, but they can't tell what they need to speak. Your eyes can only show you what your mind wants to see, but the truth isn't always visible to the eye. Let's stop wasting time."

 

I won't smile anymore. I don't have to.

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I say fiction.

That's how you shrink the shrink.

The Multiply Blog

http://multiply.multiply.com/
I was trying to search a 'contact us' button so that I could give the webmasters a personal feedback so they would know how to further improve on things, but I instead found multiply's own multiply account.

Browsed a little and I found a few things that theyre bragging about this new version...and decided that I wont give feedback anymore. Besides, a lot of other people already have.

Everyone will eventually get used to this new version, and I won't complain anymore - because looking at it, I don't pay anyway. :P

I still don't know where I can view my contacts but I'm pretty sure it's just somewhere. Still is not used to the sinister-favoring sidebar, but it's for a change. And hey, that headbar is too blue, but I'll leave it alone.

Not. Working.

Somehow, this new interface is working. But it just isn't working for me. (and for many other users)And while I'm composing this blog post - I get pretty peevish about the fact that I can't delete that word "Yup" in this compose window.I don't appreciate how the back buttons get deactivated and the only way you can go back is if you have those function keys in your keyboard already. Why does "post" have to be in the inbox? That doesn't sound logical.What's better here really? I haven't checked for just a week and it's gone bonkers already. Im checking the inbox and I've gone far to page 45 and still not done cause all posts, including those of the friends of family of cousins, are coming in. I hope Dr. Phil fixes this thing up.

High School is such a blur! XD

1) Ano section mo nung 1st yr high ka?

I - makabayan

2) Eh nung 2nd yr?

II - mapagbigay

3) 3rd yr?

III - mapitagan

4) 4th yr?

IV - (someone remind me please, hahaha. eto yung classroom na malapit sa CR) unawa daw, mjen said. XP

5) Anong best year for u?

Senior, of course.

6) Marami ka bang friends nun?

mmm...i've just enough. ^___^

7) Saan kau kumakain kapag lunch?

depende kung sino kasama...under the mango tree, GS playground, gym...

8) Saan tumatambay after skul?

"Inuman sa Oasis" XD even after school, we stay sa rotonda upto 6 or 7 in the evening. paminsan tambay kanila nono or justine, para manood ng meteor garden. haaaaaahaaaaa

9) Lagi ka ba late pag morning?

yeaaa...you can usually see me running the gate halls.

10) Nasuspend ka na ba?

yea. *cough* and i was late on the day of my suspension.

11) Bakit?
cause i come to school with my mom. and time is "very relative" to my family

12) Have u ever danced on stage?

nooo....ill be flushed as a tomato if you ask me to do that.

13) Nanligaw ka ba noon? (for boys) May nanligaw ba sau nun (for girls)?

wala. (shame, shame XP)

14) Nagka bf/gf ka ba nung highschool?

nooope.

15) Sino all time crush mo nun?

hmmmm....he's from another batch. nakalimutan ko pangalan - raymond.

16) Would you go back sa HS?
probably.

17) Ano lagi mong binibili sa canteen?

meringue and the bacon and cheese sandwhich. those are my favorites from our canteen.

18) Overpricing ba ang canteen nyo?

nope.

19) Nakakita ka n ba ng multo sa skul?
naw. pero as irvinne said nga, buhay pa rin ang ala-ala ni Mary Cherry Chua. XP

20) Have you ever sang on stage pag may program?

:)) yeaa, but never alone. its the usual christmas carol competition held in school.

21) Fave subjects?

literature, geometry, physics and bio. :D

22) Bumagsak ka n ba?

nooo

23) Have you ever been sent out?
almost. =P

24) Malayo b ang HS bldg sa canteen?

malayo if you plan to sneak out. its impossible to buy food between classes.

25) Have you ever ran in the court?

YEA! course!

26) Varsity?

nope. you cant count on me on sports.

27) Do you miss your school?
not the school really, but the people there. = )

28) Sino pinaka-dakila sa batch niyo?

yea, siyempre si jarl nga!

29) Ano mga awards mo nun?

wala. loafer.

30) Mga advisers mo?

1st year: ms joy aglibar

2nd year: ms carbonell (O__o whoa, memories suddenly shoot up)

3rd year: cant remember. (what's with third year??? ms filipino teacher acdg to aileen, sinoo, sinoo) mrs. zaragoza!!!! (golly, ang sharp ng memory mo aileen!!!)

4th year: "madam babes" 

31) Naging officer ka ba?

haha, yeaa. class and club lang though.

32)May nakaaway ka ba nun?

yup. petty fights.

33) Anong role mo pag foundation day?

economy booster.

34) Pinaka close mo nun?

depends on the year. sila gail, anna z. effie and akemi nung first year, then there's also mjen, aileen and vera nung third year. hahaha! then there are the posero boys in fourth year. and then the ever constant "cadah diyes" hahaha

35) Pumasok ka ba sa CR ng opposite sex?

hahahahaha!!! yea. XD cause the guys were letting me read the vandals.


weeee.....got this from irvinne. try it out.

High School is such a blur - you'll lose memories but you'll keep the people with you. ;) awww

Then What Happens?

Everyday since she was 19, she wrote questions that popped into her mind on little pieces of paper. (sometimes, in little paper towels, purchase receipts, bus ride tickets, or whichever was available) After a time of doing this, she started bothering to buy post-it pads because she hated it when she has a question to ask but has got nowhere to write it onto. She usually bought 3 50-sheet post-it pads which she had to replenish in a week or so.



She asked all sorts of random questions. Some whose answers are too obvious, some are rhetorical, some pointless, some stupid. To her, all questions were valid.

"What did you have for breakfast?"

"What is another word for silence?"




She had her personal legend for asking questions. For the pointless and stupid questions, she wrote them in larger pieces of post-it's. She always thought that stupid questions are ironically easier to answer. She also knew that pointless questions usually interest more people.

For harder questions though, those she cannot answer herself, she usually wrote them in small tabs because she intended them to remain as questions.




The bulk of her questions were written during lunch and coffee breaks. She almost always spent them alone, that there's no one to trouble getting late for eating too slow. She also loved borrowing books from the public library. She writes questions that books have enticed her into writing, and leaves them unsuspectingly in between the pages.

She remembers leaving several in a book about butterflies.

"Why do all caterpillars look relatively alike and why do they turn out so differently when they become butterflies?"

"What are butterfly wings inclined to tell: what kind they are or how they became to be?"


"A caterpillar can live for two weeks to a month. A butterfly usually lives for a week or two," the book stated.

Even this trivial fact bothered her that she wrote:

"How come it seems self-defeating for a caterpillar to become a butterfly?"

In the latter page of the book though, her own question was answered by a question. Emphasized in a bright yellow box it said:

"Did you know that caterpillars cannot reproduce, only butterflies can?"

Somehow abashed of her apparent ignorance, she removed the post-it she previously stuck. Instead, the question evolved into another question. She replaced it with something that rather sounded sappy and melodramatic:

"Why does it often seem painful to persist?"

The librarian never cares to open the books when they have been returned, so the questions are usually left within them.

If anybody knew that she was doing this, it would be easy to know where she was, what book she read, and what she has been upto. She left them on coffee tables, chairs, windows, wash rooms, bus and train seats, and even in churches and chapels.




Already 25, she still keeps up at writing her questions on her post-its.  She always had a question to ask. Sometimes she wrote the same questions.

"What is more likely to save people: having someone to help them or knowing that they alone can save themselves?"

"What is more likely to save people: being assured that things will get better or being reminded that it's normal to hurt sometimes?"





On one of the first days of a winter morning, she dropped by her favorite diner:

"The usual please, pancakes with sausages and coffee," she said in a flat tone.

She looked out the window and watched the horizon hazed with fog and the streets lined with the last red leaves of autumn.

She started writing on another tab-sized (because the question is rhetorical) sheet:  

"Why do seasons change yet the days feel the same?"

And just before she could even stick it onto the window...

"You might need these," the diner's waitress said, holding on to a box containing very familiar little sheets of paper.

"Not really, you may throw them or keep them yourself." She said, not even surprised to see that her questions were saved.

"But these are your questions. Why do you keep on writing them when you don't even intend to get back with answers?", the lady asked although she sounded as if she were declaring.

And she looked out the window and followed with her eye, a leaf aimlessly fluttering as it fell. She finally broke the silence,

"Some take comfort in answers. I don't need the answers. Most of time, what I need is to be able to ask."

Ang Aming Gig Sa Katipunan

singing "That's what you get"

April 18, 2009
With Anna, Kari, Kim and Vitto

(Thanks big time to our major sponsor - Vitto XP )


Super super fun, let's do it again soon!

Promise friends I'll do better next time.

I sang Roxanne by The Police/Sting, Kim Anna Kari: Anu Yon? AHAHAHA Im so old school.


Xbox interactive - katipunan

Anis Mojgani at the National Slam 2005

If you have it, you just do. Here's another poet I dig.

Some Love

Dear Peacock,

Please allow me to let my heart out. I know I never did, but just this time around, before I die, I would.

I fondly called you "Peacock". I loved how you proudly wore your name, as if it were flambuoyant feathers in a boastful stride. Nope, Peacock meant simple and straight. Your cock was small, but I guess pea-size would be an exaggeration. Please do not go beyond by thinking how I managed comparisons.

Sex with you hasn't been electrifying enough to give me sparks or light a bulb. But still, it was beautiful. It always was as enchanting as glowing little fireflies in a mountain garden. Please forgive me for having to fake orgasm. I knew I always looked like I'm having so much fun. I had to, because I was very afraid that you would think you couldn't make me happy and you would leave me out of generosity.

My happiness meant so much more than enormous gonads raging to enter me. I never needed large cocks. I needed someone to share the bed with me, and keep my feet warm every cold midnight. I needed someone to hug me tight that I can feel my heart pound against the walls of my chest. I needed someone to hold my hands and fit them better than any pair of gloves would. I needed someone's glowing eyes to intently look at me that when I look at them deep enough, I can see myself. You are my every someone.

Perhaps my soul were always looking for that right person to come along. You always made my day. Now that my life is closing upon me, I guess it is only right to say that you made my lifetime.

Peacock, yes, I'll still use the name, thank you.

Love, Cornflakes and apples.

 

P.S. Every time you look at your petite gonad, please be reminded of me. I know you'll do that often. And please smile every time you do. :)

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Fiction please. ;P

Making love with a woman and sleeping with a woman are two separate passions, not merely different but opposite. Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation but in the desire for shared sleep.
-Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness Of Being

I guess we all need someone. Sometimes, that someone finds us. Sometimes, that someone is to share our being lost.

 

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On a random blah blah: Someone implied to me that you would know you're sexually compatible with someone by either trying it out with that person, or by remaining celibate until marriage, that you would not have anyone else to compare it with. Otherwise, it's going to be complicated.

And oh geez, wiki calls peacocks peafowls now.

....

"Wag ka nang sumayaw-sayaw at magtatalon diyan. Mapupudpod lang yang tsinelas mo, at kakabili ko lang niyan!" The mother mutters, as she talks about the pair she bought last September - it's already April. Apparently, they were poor.

Neneng is the eldest of 5 siblings. Her parents were uneducated, and to survive everyday is a miracle for them. Her parents were not the smartest - in fact, the last born is also named Neneng. They could not think of any other name. Neneng, Ana, Boy, Tina, and Neneng.

Neneng, being the first born of a disfunctional family, witnessed how her parents had sex on the streets. They usually do it around 3 in the morning in deserted alleys. Maybe Neneng was a product of miracle - she's not as foolish as her parents are, she asks, and though does not go to school, she is brilliant enough to ask questions and to learn.

She watched her mom got pregnant and give birth. Her dad administered it with such natural clumsiness, that Neneng thought it's just how life goes.

 

 

Chase God when He's born again.

Is it impossible to make a disinterested stand, or does that sound ironic or self defeating?

Another question:

Is it impossible to make an objective self-evaluation without using an external comparison, or do we really only know how well we are doing by being conscious of where we are integrated in the grand social niche.

And if you do tell me, yes, it is impossible:

Then it is as if saying that we are all made to heed a common purpose or direction. We only know we are well, if we are above, or in front.

But what if:

By failure of coming up with a personal stand and by simply trying to race against others, we realize too late that we have been competing with others who know no better, and we all meet at the common dead end.

Or is there simply comfort in knowing that we are all lost, than being alone and possibly content?

Or are we humans just like elements polarized by pre-existing energies, that we are simply to do things all over and over and over again?

Then tell me I am wrong to think:

That we are all running in circles, unless someone makes it right and unless someone can be sure that he is right.

We will all fail in comparison.

Say yay for sculpey fresh bakes!

inspired by the movie, not the song.

Molded and baked them myself. yehey.

Doing these keeps me occupied from 12-5 am. :)

Thanks tita wow, for the clay. =D

Any suggestions for designs, I'm running out of ideas. And gee, anyone open for consignment? =P

Randomness (Now 50)

I was tagged by maam sang.


Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with at least 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. (If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you)

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1. I think that I easily get bored, compared to most people. In fact, I am bored right now. And sometimes I don't know if it is just out of habit that I say I'm bored, when I'm actually not, or if I'm seriously bored. Bored.

2. I have been using the same cellphone number since high school, and it's the only one I've used ever since. Never lost a phone, never got any stolen - just got broken though.

3. I am a book hoarder. I buy a lot of books, even if I have some that I haven't read yet. I read multiple books at a time, since I can't sustain my interest in one story. I sleep with books beside me, and my bed is cluttered with books, among many other things. XP

4. I enjoy writing though I know I am not exceptional at it, that's why I have 4 online journals, and several notebooks, to which I randomly write on.

5. I love the rain so much. It's worst when I have to go to work when it's raining because I'd love to snuggle in my bed, and oversleep, or listen to good music, read a book, + hot choco = ♥♥♥♥

6. I love instant noodles.

7. I think I'm lactose intolerant cause.... so when I had to do my med exam, I drank milk just so I can produce a sample.

8. I seriously love yakult and yoghurt.

9. I listen to all sorts of music genre's but I cant stand the usual 'birit' OPM songs. Buut...I love Bituing Walang Ningning. =))

10. I love watching people.

11. Sometimes I act stupid just to know if you're the kind of person who'll treat me as stupid, or if you're the type who will treat people equally despite being stupid. I think smart people tend to treat other people smart.

12. I enjoy doing arts and crafty things. But I'm especially not great with drawing.

13. I want to go to Batanes, now na.

14. I've a fetish for pens. (but fetish will be too sick of a word!!!) I love pens. Sometimes, I intend to buy a pen, but I end up splurging on several. Eh bakit?

15. I prefer Cream O over Oreos.

16. My favorite flavors of ice cream are coffee crumble of selecta, tiramisu of hernz, and recently, dark chocolate of arce dairy. yummmmm

17. My sibs and my mom get annoyed by how long it takes for me to take a shower. I enjoy my shower hot that the mirror gets obscured by steam.

18. Nyyaaa, I cant think of any mooore!!!

19. I crop and sew my own jeans.

20. I know how to do html and a little bit of css.

21. I can do so many things at a time, be busy, and still find myself 'bored'.

22. I think I love hugs more than kisses.

23. If I wont get married, I hope I can adopt children who I would take care all of.

24. I havent eaten dinner yet and it's already past 11. My sister is already annoyed, cause were sharing on one pc cause the other one is busted. oh noes.

25. Im dying to finish this list already. Thank you, bow.



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After wringing myself out of random things to write, here is another batch of other random things - which took me quite a while to write about.

 

1. I find it funny how my grade school and high school teachers try to make us restless students shut up. Quotes varying from "Silent water runs deep." to "Empty cans make noise." were their favorite lines. I find it amazing how students actually do shut up with it, as if it made them suddenly smarter.

2. I still remember how my mom cannot find Georgia on my Mind in the catalog of Magic Sing - which is quite impossible to be missing because it's an all time favorite. Turns out, she was looking for G-O-R-G-I-A.

3. I often get distracted when I hear the mass, especially if there are kids around. Sometimes priests talk in their uncanny accents that make their sermons incomprehensible. I often look around the church to check who really was listening - but instead, I see people persevering trying to put it on as a 'sacrifice'.

4.I ingested 2 spoonfuls of coffee before, just so I could stay up to finish a damned project. I was able to stay up for 3 days.

5. During vacations, I get really lax that I dont comb my hair after showers. After then, it gets really tangled that when I have to go out, I just tie it anyway.

6. I love cats more than dogs, partly because cats dont bark. As a kid, I often took home stray cats from school, and stuck them up inside my bag. I keep them as secrets from my mom, but once, I got caught easily since the cat was crying while I was in my mom's office. I also chased a cat when I was a kid and followed it to the roof - that I fell from it. Stupid kid, I know.

7. I love cats best when they are kittens and their heads are disproportionately big compared to their bodies. I have three all white cats right now: Namnam (Nimbus as my sister calls), who gave birth to three little all white kittens. One unfortunately got killed by Bardags (a generic name given to all ugly and humongous bastard cats). Two other kittens survived and I gave them cheesy names: Tofu and Yoghurt. ^____^ (cute right??)I wonder when I'll ever give them a bath.

8. Here's an unforgettable source of frustration. Once I asked our maid to buy me Shawarma because I was craving for it and was hungry from school. She had to buy it near Claret, which at the most was 5 minutes walk away from our house. I have been waiting for shy an hour already, when she finally came back without it. She said, "Cati, wala akong nabili. Di ko mahanap kung saan. Nagtanung na ako dun sa Clarit kung saan yung Sawarmax, di daw nila alam." FRUSTRATING.

9. I am an addict of Grey's Anatomy, to the extent that I download the latest eppies off the net. I think what makes it work for me are its OST's.

10. I want to see a hummingbird before I die. (Among my possibly long bucket list.)

11. I believe that everything can be learned. And if people are given time and endulged with resources, people can actually get good at it, given that they have passion.

12. I enjoy watching people doing cosplays though I cant see myself doing it - maybe when I'm thirty I'll be more adventurous.

13. My favorite blend of coffee would be double choco chip mint from Seattle's Best.

14. I always wanted to learn how to play a musical instrument and make my own songs. If I be given the luxury of time and resources - I will learn how to play the cello or piano.

15. I miss my brother.

16. I told my mom that in her next life, she should learn to choose a healthier man who wouldn't die early on. And by the way, both my dad and my brother are named Parmenio, nicknamed as Par. They are burried parallel to each other.

17. I know I'm ordinary and I'm like most other people. I don't dress conspicously or exuberantly, but if you know me, you would notice I'm different. And we all are different in a certain way.

18. The best cookies I've tasted are the ones baked by my uncle, Tito Alex. And so unfortunately, I only taste them once every two years only. Theyre really good - moist and not too sweet. (And if in case anyone would suspect, Im not sucking up 'kay. =P theyre just really good. Jeremy loves them too."

19. I once saw my pet fish dead, and I resucitated it. Hell yeah, freak. (I was a kid, consider exceptions please.)

20. My favorite kissing scene from a movie would be that from "Great Expectations" made by those kids. I love that movie, and I was planning to buy the classic by Dickens when I just found one in my cabinet. Wrapped, and not read yet. Told you I'm a book hoarder.

21. I love shopping for shoes more than clothes. Im so choosy that I have to see all botiques first, and even the department store, to check all choices. And sometimes, I still end up choosing nothing.

22. I believe in sparks and in chemistry in relationships. I think that it is instinctive and it is nature's way of bringing together compatible chromosomes. Half because I'm being sappy about it, and half because it's actually eugenics.

23. I pray a lot, but I do it spontaneously. I dont like repetitive prayers. I find more meaning when you do it in a voluntary manner, naturally.

24. I don't like it when people make fun of my surname, but I tolerate them just the same and pretend to snigger. But gee, I get it a lot about my name (Patacsil) and I'm actually expecting smarter and sensible jokes.

25. It took me two installments to write this. With background music going on. And wth, boys 2 men "on bended knees" acapella, is on.

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Im tagging:

♦All of the diyes people who reads this
♦keena
♦karen
♦tin
♦aileen

and everyone else who wants to make this list up. thaaanks. :D

Delancey Street Foundation

http://www.delanceystreetfoundation.org/
"Where hitting the bottom begins the climb to new heights"



It was in Bo's talk in Kerygma's The Feast that he cited Mimi Silbert, the founder of Delancey Street Foundation. Bo explains that people are not really resistant to change, but are instead, resistant to being changed. So, if we really want to change people, the most we can do is to actually start a relationship with them. (And isn't this right - that we change and are changed by people without our knowing?)

With no psychologists, staffs, nurses, or guards, Delancey patients find their way to recovery. Read more about one of the most successful foundations, and the miracle worker Mimi Silbert is. :)