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10 FIRSTS

first best friend: florie na tlga eh
first screen name: esprit310
first pet name: wala, never had one
first piercing: my ears when I was a baby
first crush: si nitoy
first school: new era college
first house location: sampaloc, manila
first kiss: si nitoy, nyahaha
first thing bought with your savings/allowance: BOP magazine
first perfume: i cant remember the scent, bsta victoria's secret yun eh

9 LASTS

last time you smoked: hmmm
last food you ate: la paz batchoy lucky instant mami
last car ride: taxi this morning to work
last phone call: ate cheryl, about an hour ago
last song you listened to: love this way - eden's crush
last words you said: aaah!! (is that even a word?)

8 HAVE-YOU-EVERS

dated a best friend: NO!
been arrested: nope
been on TV: yes, in my most ghastly moment
eaten sushi: nope!
cheated on your BF/GF: nope
been on a blind date: yup!
been in love: yup
cried in public: a couple of times

7 THINGS YOU ARE WEARING

1. wooden bangles
2. jeans
3. earrings i made on my own
4. nike baller id
5. shoes i bought in ukay
6. makeup
7. victorian-ish top

6 THINGS YOU HAVE DONE TODAY

1. went to church
2. went to work
3. did the paper work
4. attended the code of conduct meeting
5. watched full metal alchemist
6. did my makeup

5 FAVORITE THINGS

1. My cellphone
2. My iPod and my mp3 collection, my cds too
3. my makeup - hehe
4. my shoes!
5. books!

4 PEOPLE YOU TRUST THE MOST

1. my parents
2. florie
3. cza
4. pam

3 THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE
YOU DIE

1. dive the great barrier reef
2. bungee jump
3. find the love/s of my life

2 CHOICES

1. vanilla or chocolate: vanilla
2. hugs or kisses: both!

1 PERSON YOU WANT TO SEE RIGHT NOW?

1.) si uhhhmmmm.... hehehe

Tag! Your IT!

Quiao
Xseth
Teng
Thess
Nhila
Cheryl
Cza
Ina

faceless

Faceless. That's what he is.

I've lost him again. Once more, he eluded my grasps. Damn. I was so close. So close I can smell his perfume and the gel on his hair. So close our skin touch. And I tremble everytime that happens. I can hear him breathing. I can hear his heart beat. For me? Apparently not.

He's gone. The face of the man I have been searching for is gone. Evidently, he is not the face that should fit into the mold I've created for "the man of my dreams". Seemingly, he IS still a dream. Waiting to sweep me off my feet. Waiting to immortalize a fleet of my holed up emotions.

Yes, immortalize.

A faceless man to immortalize my emotions.

I think I'm going nuts.

the invitation

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

- The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer


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