my birthday wish...

is to be bewitched, bothered and bewildered...

I'm wild again, beguiled again
A simpering, whimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I

Lost my heart, but what of it
He is cold I agree
He can laugh, but I love it
Although the laugh's on me

I'll sing to him, each spring to him
And long, for the day when I'll cling to him
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I
He's a fool and don't I know it

But a fool can have his charms
I'm in love and don't I show it
Like a babe in arms
Love's the same old sad sensation
Lately I've not slept a wink
Since this half-pint imitation
Put me on the blink

love, love, love this song

:Beyonce: Listen
Listen to the song here in my heart
a melody I start but can't complete
Listen to the sound from deep within
Its only beginning to find release
Ohh the time has come for my dreams to be heard
They will not be pushed aside and turned
Into your own, all 'cause you won't listen

Listen
I am alone at a crossroads
I'm not at home in my own home
And I've tried and tried
To say whats on my mind
You should have known
Now I'm done believing you
You don't know what I'm feeling
I'm more than what
You've made of me
I followed the voice, you gave to me
But now I've gotta find my own
You should have listened
There was someone here inside
Someone I thought had died
So long ago
Oh I'm screaming out
And my dreams will be heard
They will not be pushed aside or turned
Into your own
All 'cause you won't listen

Listen
I am alone at a crossroads
I'm not at home in my own home
And I've tried and tried
To say whats on my mind
You should have known
Now I'm done believing you
You don't know what I'm feeling
I'm more than what
You've made of me
I followed the voice, you gave to me
But now I've gotta find my own
You should have listened
I don't know where I belong
But I'll be moving on
If you don't, if you won't
Listen to the song here in my heart
A melody I start, but I will complete
Now I am done believing you
You don't know not what I am feeling
I'm more than what you've made of me
I followed the voice you think you gave to me
But now I got to find my own - my own

and so it is...

Brush up on your listening skills, because the universe has a message. There's a specific destiny and a divine place that only you can fill. The path may not be clear, but keep putting one foot in front of the other.

wish i may, wish i might

egads. my birthday's coming up.
and in true drama queen fashion, i am starting to not look forward to it, yet again.
boohoo, what else is new.

i don't even want to make my traditional wish list anymore, because what's the point, powerpoint?

yun lang, except that today is semi-crappy- my throat hurts bad and i can't talk well. gosh that is such torture, silent movie ang effort and considering that i've never been good at charades.

hmm... things i want to do now-
1- watch movie!
2- play again at timezone!

but instead...i have to drink yucky meds and i can't eat well...boohoo pity party :P i can be such a baby

club weird

so what happens when the lure of a free dinner and travel beckons?
a freaky cult-like seminar cum invitation, that's what.

don't you hate it when people twist their words in guise of marketing and PR just to ram information, nay, their freakin' script down your throat?

and after all the hype... we were sent home. eh? wtf was that all about?!

who is he?*

He is driven, passionate about his dreams, about getting better, constantly evolving,
in work as in life.
His dreams are what anchors him to his everyday.
He has a balanced positive view of everything that comes his way.
When he needs to, he admits his faults in such a way that does not make him seem fallible but of strength and humility.
He has a child-like wonder at life, constantly amazed at the little surprises, grateful for every blessing, embracing pain and emerging the better for it.
He lives to seek out the humor in life and laughs at himself as much as he rejoices at the simple joys.
He drives. Because I think guys who know how to drive well are sexy. I don't care what car he has, as long as it's clean and that it smells good. I also think it's telling of an adventurer's spirit- he is someone I can call in a second to go out on trips with. He is someone I can have crazy fun with, in theme trips- backpacking through Asia, food-tripping in Europe, a beach weekend, an out of town hike. He likes discovering new things and new places with me. And oh he should love good food- discovering, cooking, experimenting, a chef wannabe.
He loves taking pictures- serious photography or hobbyist. On that note, he is someone who appreciates art and beauty, because I cannot be with someone who does not understand why it is important to be surrounded by beautiful things. He helps me shop, sometimes, and gives great fashion advice. He can be vain, in a funny, unexpected way- definitely not in an alarming way.
I like his playlists and music library, as much as I like the books that he reads and the movies he wants to watch. He makes me think, challenges me and proves me wrong sometimes. He is someone I can definitely learn from, but not an intellectual snob- gosh, I hate snobs. He sings for me Coldplay and sings with me silly songs and Broadway tunes, never mind the fact that we probably sound like Simon's rejects.
He makes me really laugh in his witty manner- not in a forced, polite way as I am wont to do. He likes old things and may be old-fashioned in some ways- old songs, the respect for his lineage, his family's name.
He cares about making me happy. He remembers the details, inconsequential or not, in a way that is not a huge effort but that which comes naturally for him, because he knows me, he remembers.
He is someone when, I am tired of being strong, I am able to trust to pick up the pieces, to hold my hand for just a bit while I get my bearings and will gently remind me that yes, I can do everything I want, just not world domination. He is someone I can trust from being there at a place and time agreed upon to raising our future children- from the small things to the big things.
He brings out the best in me and I hope to be with him in love and laughter.

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*hala, go, sino itich? in the spirit of chona chikadora, fastest correct answer gets a prize :)

ladeedaa...

someday, my prince will come...

my golly, isn't he just gorgeous...

year of a million dreams on disney right here:

http://disneyparks.disney.go.com/

good mornings, my name is earl-y

now if only all mornings started out like this...

annapots stayed over for a movie night but we ended up sleeping early (enough, by my standards, at 11ish) with shoti waking us up at 2am for the movie. pffsh, hell, i wasn't going to get up from my pillow-filled, starfish sleepy state.

got up at dawn to make like a mommy and cooked breakfast so we could go in really early in the office. now there is something to be said from being early (in the office or elsewhere). being early means i can spend more time on my clothes, have better chances of nice hair days (because *great* only comes as a by-product of a salon blow out), enjoying my coffee and generally relish more time for myself. this project: time switch of mine is by far the most difficult resolution i've ever had. i practically grew up a night person and this re-wiring of sorts is taking the cake. i resolved not to stay late in the office- super effort considering my workaholism state. an inhuman effort since i've always used the excuse of being more able to :think: at night- i mean, how in the world do people do it, start functioning so eeeeaaarly? confession: i used to detest those perky, early bird types who get up in the morning like it was nothing and off to work they go... their motherships must have left them or something...but now... oh my gosh, i kind of envy them, those super organized responsible types...and i'm such a nerd already now ha... i realize that one just has to say "stop" because work is really never ending, if you think about it. truly, there is another day, and i've been doing my best to finish everything i can in a day's work. hay never nalang all the instrusions.

ahh bliss, to have my workstation all by myself, with my soundtrack and being able to get started - early. good luck nalang if i can do this for the rest of the year.

to-die is mon-die

and in what started as a freaky monday, ended pretty much chill. you just know your day is going to be great when you oversleep on monday morning, despite the fact that all you ever did the weekend was ... sleep. and then you drop your favorite parker pen and its all decapitated and you can't bring it back. fun.

so to make up for it, i found this on www.style.com, stella mccartney's spring '07 collection:

see the model’s scarf?! I have the exact same one! I bought it in SM dept store last year for a little over 200 only! And I use it everywhere! :) waaah! *if you look at the itty-bitty brand, it’s the same japanese/Chinese one :) heeh…kakatuwa naman.

some thinks

lately, i've been craving for cheese, fresh milk and eggs. does that mean i lack/need protein? :P

i watched babel last night...very disturbing and reminded me of crash and until now the image of the deaf-mute japanese girl keeps on randomly popping in my mind. strange, deeply disturbed girl that one can spontaneously hate and pity. it was like watching a postsecret card live.

and oh, i killed a german. a german frank i wanted to have for dinner last night. i got too lazy and decided to zap it in the microwave and next thing i knew, it turned out to be this burnt, shrively thing. oopsie.

hay my birthday is near na... how now, brown cow?...
this little girl's sad.