Tuesday, September 30, 2008

how marian spends her life..part 3

I found an interesting quiz online. Thought I'll share it with you guys.
The test is based on a book called "The Five Love Languages" by Gary Chapman.
I didn't learn about this book until an email about the online test is being circulated at work.
So, I thought I should give it a try...

The book said that love has five different languages; namely: (1) Acts of Service, (2) Quality Time, (3) Physical Touch, (4) Words of Affirmation and (5) Receiving Gifts. It talked about people having different love languages and mentioned the importance of being able to express love to your partner in a way that your partner can understand.(Deep ah..haha)

Here's my result:
Words of Affirmation- 27%
Quality Time - 37%
Receiving Gifts - 7%
Acts of Service - 9%
Physical Touch - 20%

Looks like Quality Time and Affirmation were the languages which meet my need for emotional love.(Naks!) I'll try to check out the book this weekend and see if it's worth buying or not.(hahaha) Try the quiz for yourself too. Who knows? You might be surprised with the results.

Website: http://afo.net/hftw-lovetest.asp

Other quizzes I took were about what my soul looks like and if I find myself sexy. Well, the results were all true.(haha)

What Your Soul Really Looks Like

You are a warm hearted and open minded person. It's easy for you to forgive and forget.

You are a very grounded, responsible, and realistic person. People may not want to hear the truth from you, but they're going to get it.

You see yourself with pretty objective eyes. How you view yourself is almost exactly how other people view you.

Your near future is still unknown, and a little scary. You'll get through wild times - and you'll textually enjoy it.

For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn't fall in love with someone you didn't trust.

You Are Very Sexy

Damn! You are one hot number. You have a lot of sex appeal.

You know you're sexy, and you're not afraid to put it all out there.

And while you're very appealing, you're careful not to be trashy or over the top.

Sexy is all about attitude. And you totally have the attitude that people love.

How You Are Sexy

You feel gorgeous, and you always try to look your best. You make the best of what you've got. Totally sexy!

You are secure in social situations, and you definitely have a confident vibe. And that's very sexy.

You are friendly and outgoing, even to people who don't deserve it. Your positive body language makes you even sexier.

Your modern look is sexy. You don't give people too much of the same old thing. You like to change it up.

Monday, September 29, 2008

just fucking painful

Pain. Just blinding pain. White hot streaks of pain.

Heh. I'm just feeling the repercussions of the activities last Sunday. Wall climbing. I was perfectly fine yesterday. I felt absolutely nothing. But now, I'm in pain. I can barely type anything. Gaahh.. Yes. Just lovely. Well, at least, now I'm sure I actually have muscles beneath all this fat. Can the fat also feel pain? Shit. It may just be fat afterall. The best part is discovering I actually have upper body strength!! I'm probably going to try it again. Preferrably when I can already move my fingers.
So.. We went wall climbing at Silver City in Tiendesitas. It's a pretty good deal actually. It only costs P240 for 3 hours (including the shoes - which are also hellish to wear because they feel like it's 2 sizes too small). But it doesn't hurt that pretty people hang out there as well. Good for the eyes. To straight girls out there, this is the place to be. The instructors are attractive. You can drool at them for as long as you like for all I care.
Of course, I don't have pictures of them. It would just be too weird. But I assure you, even my gf found them cute.

Ah! Word of advice. Try not to slip or slam your face into the walls. I'm pretty sure if you slid down, you're going to leave your nose on one of those rocks. Lean back people! Don't scrape off your face. It's not pretty.

After all the climbing, we ate half of the world's food supply. So much for the exercise.
We tried Jun's Cebu Lechon just to see if he really was from Cebu. Nope. Not really. Mehehe. The sisig was good though. The lechon paksiw was not Cebuano paksiw. But it wasn't bad for P500. Not bad at all.

We were eating in peace when we were suddenly jolted by someone banging drums and stuff. I turned my head to see this.
Grown men in bahag. Really skinny too. When I looked closer, I could actually see their butts. Wow. How authentic. It's a good thing I'm not easily disturbed.
They were followed by these young ladies. I was actually one of these gals back in high school. My PE teacher thought it would be funny to make me carry huge pots on my head. Seriously. I really did dance this thing back then. Six tortured souls. We had coaches and everything. Mirrors too. I think it was some sort of tribal presentation for a politician or something. I can't remember. Selective amnesia of me performing in public. It's a defensive mechanism. All I remember was that it was 12 noon and we danced bare foot. There is nothing sexier than the smell of burning foot flesh wafting in the open air. I did stuff in high school that I still feel right now.
Anyway, as the dance progressed the girls placed all their pots on this girl with a really really strong neck. It was some sort of marriage ritual. I know what she's thinking right now. Marriage sucks. Especially if you have to marry a guy with a dead chicken on his head.

Oh well. To each his own.

I, on the other hand, will continue to focus all my energy into not passing out from the pain. All sorts of pain.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

blogging blogging 2

I'm starting to really like blogging. I can put down certain thoughts at certain times in my life. And then I can read them again and laugh at how stupid my thoughts were. Cool.

Now here is another stupid thought. Love.

I was browsing the net for any interesting stuff and I chanced upon an article about love. It talked about how it was better to have loved and lost than to have never loved and shit like that. There were so many examples about how a loser you'd be if you haven't loved and stuff. Blah blah blah.

So while I was in the bathroom, doing what one does in bathrooms, I realized it was all a bunch of crap. Stinky stinky shit.

I think someone wrote it to make it easier for you to move on and be "happy" about the pieces in your hollow chest that used to be a beating heart. It's like having a broken pair of ribs, where everything looks good on the outside and yet every breath hurts. And you're supposed to be thankful for it.

But no. They're wrong. It's not better to have loved and lost. It's the same fucked up thing as never having loved at all. So don't go and judge those who haven't loved. They might be better off than you.

Someone (meaning myself) once me asked if I could live my life without having found love (but with the premise that I know that it's there somewhere).

Yeah. Of course. Gladly. I mean, yeah, you've read about it. Romeo and Juliet. Love poems. Romantic shits. You've seen someone who has fiercely loved another. But you've never felt it. You never knew about love like that so you never knew what you were missing in the first place. How can you truly miss something you've never even known? It may be a pretty pathetic existence as seen by those who have "supposedly" loved. But for those who never knew anything about it, it's a sun shine-y existence.

Could you live your life having that love, knowing how it felt to be loved and then losing it? Can you live with the possibility of never finding it again?
Well. It's a stupid question. Because while you were constructing that question in your mind, you already knew the answer even before you asked it.

Would you hide from love? Stupidest of the stupid question. Because even though you're sure that evil witch will rip your heart out and make noodle soup with it, love (for lack of a better description) still makes one hell of a soup.

There's just no saying which one is better of the two. Don't get me wrong. I'm one of those people who have found and lost as well. It's addictive and I wouldn't recommend it to people with a weak heart. It's a vicious cycle. Love, broken ribs, love, wrinkles, love, eye patch, love, herpes, stupid freaky smile, noodle soup then more stupid stupid smiles. blah blah blah. If you're not ready, then too bad. Coming from this side of the fence, the other side has nothing to worry about. We find our own joys in life. You can stay on your side if you want to. Don't go looking for love if you're not ready. Don't jump. Nobody is pushing you.

Mmm.. I hate that article. It promotes suicidal tendencies.

blogging blogging

I really didn't have anything to blog about. I just felt like blogging. Staring at the blinking cursor is actually therapeutic. A few hours ago, I seriously considered night swimming. But I didn't know how to swim. Well I do know how to swim but it has to be with goggles (Yeah. Pretty weird. If I take off the goggles, I automatically sink. Mysteries in life.). Wearing the snorkel would probably give out certain reactions from my middle eastern neighbors. They're pretty weird as well but I didn't want them to think I was in their level of weirdness. Plus I don't think I want to freeze my ass off.

So I ate everything in the fridge. Now my stomach is churning. I should have listened to my mom when she said milk, sodas and iced tea doesn't mix well. And so does honey, cookies and fish paste.

Did a little cleaning as well. Very little. There's not much to clean after all.

The next logical step was to text everyone in my phone book. They messaged back so now I don't have any phone credits. Which sucks. My recently reestablished connection with my best friend in Cebu is turning out to be a trip to weirdness. She texts too much. And she asked me again why I never even noticed that she liked me. One word. Incest. Augh. I shiver at the thought. So when I told her I really didn't even consider it, she didn't text me back. I should find a better line next time she asks me. Or maybe she just fell asleep.

After saying good night to around 50 people (who, apparently, are also bored as hell), I resorted to bouncing around the apartment for an hour. I had to stop because I tripped and crashed into the tv. Yeah. All fingers and toes are accounted for. Although, I may be missing an eyeball.

Now I'm left with a bruised ankle and a lot of brain activity. You should worry when I think. I kinda analyze every minute detail. And I finally realized what makes me truly-absolutely-over-the-top-crazy happy. Volunteer work. I don't know why but it's probably the one most important thing I missed doing while I was in Cebu. My sister always dragged me everywhere and I never told her how much I appreciated it. She's a student nurse so she drags me to medical missions.

So I messaged my other friend about asking around for volunteer work. She has probably already signed me up for all the volunteer work she can think of. Um. Yay?

So now, I do have something to blog about. Vital lesson in life. It's not a good idea to leave someone home alone with their stupid hormones.

Hormonal. Imbalance. Rocks.

You really should see me when I'm horny.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

blog things..

Bored. Seriously bored and frustrated with work. So.. I resorted to really idiotic questionnaires. So what? It's still fun to know that you are torrid and stuff. Meh.

Your Passion is Pink!

You're the type of woman that would never get described as passionate...

Oh but you can be passionate at times - you just don't let it show.

Your passion most shows through in your sweet and optimistic attitude.

And chances are, most people are very passionate about you!

Now.. This one is hilarious. Not because of their description of name sexiness. Just type anything from A to Z and it will give you a semi appropriate description.

What's Sexy About Your Name

You are sexy because you are torrid. You are a fiery lover.

You have an extremely high sex drive. And you don't do much to control it.

You crave variety and excitement. If someone interests you, you'll pursue them... full force.

Your passion is all consuming. There's nothing that can quell your sexual energy.

Sexual freedom is very important to you. You don't like following rules.

You feel that anything between consenting adults should be fair game.

Weh. I guess this explains why I hate frilly stuff.

Your Brain is 47% Female, 53% Male
Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female
You are both sensitive and savvy
Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed
But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve

Monday, September 22, 2008

how marian spends her life.part 2

Friends. They come and go. In my case, I'm so blessed they always stay. True enough, I'm still friends with my grade school best friend, Carleen. I'm still updated with her life and so is she with mine. Just recently, when she came to Manila to visit her boyfriend, we got to meet and bond in MOA. And boy was she shocked to find me gaining a lot of weight. (I prefer being called "voluptuous", girl) We were even joking around that way back in Grade 6, during the Nutrition Month, I played the role of a malnourished kid and she's the ever healthy one. Looks like after a few years, we already switched roles. Carleen and I are so close that when we went our separate ways in high school, we were writing letters to each other (as in snail mail). Well, email wasn't that popular so we're doing it the classic way - scented stationaries with stickers.haha.

taken in MOA (with Carleen's better half, Jinggoy)

When I was in high school, my friends and I initially named our group JasMarBelle. But when more and more people joined the group, we didn't have to name it after realizing it will cause us a major headache connecting/combining our names. These people were behind me when Criso and I were on the getting-to-know-you stage. Despite how most people in Cebu are narrow-minded with the idea of same-sex relationship, my friends were pretty cool about it. (Lucky,huh) They were supporting me all the way. Criso is also fond of them because we get to be ourselves around them. Whenever we go to Cebu for a vacation, I always see to it that I'll spend time with them. I miss you terribly guys. You know who you are.

Mercy- my best buddy. Pursuing med in Iloilo.
Ken - my lezzy friend. The nurse who's currently happy with her girl.
Tmai- my super smart friend. From skinny to sexy, thanks to her boyfriend, Kloi
Vicky - joker of the group. My korean fanatic friend who always cracks me up.
Medz - my rich-kid friend. Loves to get piercings.(for her it's addicting) She's also a chemical engineer.ooohhh
Charis - my poet friend. She's into composing songs/stories and also enjoys traveling.
Anus- my tiny friend. I'm the only one allowed to call her Anus (last name is Anusuriya.haha)
Loi - hot momma friend. The ever sexy friend who's got the sweetest voice (not in singing though)
Fritz - my Japanese friend. He looks like a real Japanese and by such coincidence,is currently working in Japan.

taken last June '08 (L-R: Vicky, Tmai, Moi, Medz, Merz)

taken last Dec 2007 (L-R: Medz, Tmai, Vicky,Moi,Ken)

In college, I got the chance to meet my super crazy friends. And when I say crazy, I really mean it. We were the FAB 7 of the Management Division. We were so close that we were able to invent our very own handshake.haha. And before we head home, we always make sure we do the handshake. People at school would mistakenly think we belong in a sorority.(wish ko lang) We all love foodtripping. If one of us is craving for a food nowhere to be found in school, we always go together to seek for that freakin food. (adventure talaga) It's always fun. The best thing I love about them is we always find time to have a good laugh. We laugh at our problems. We laugh at our mistakes. We even laugh at our grades. (ohlala) Never-ending laughters. I'll see you soon friends. BTW, they also like Criso. (Who doesn't, anyway?)

These were taken when we were on our freshmen/sophie year. Innocent looks...haha

Graduation Day (April 2006)

Ai- baby of the group. (a.k.a. look-a-like ni Criso) She'll be coming to Manila soon for the one she loves. (bonding tau ai ha). She's also the head turner of the group - perfect smile + hair. (with Wackow-her boyfriend)

Labli - the ultimate joker. She always makes us laugh. Trust me on this. She's really funny + sexy + witty. (Ultimate punchliner) She's also a frequent flyer (just came back from SG) and a law student/supervisor.

Kazoot - the slang. I love to mock her with her usual expressions (Holy Cow! Holy Crap! w/thwang..haha..peace zoot) The brainy babe. (Brain+body.) The soon-to-be pastry chef. Miss your amazing desserts, friend! And she's also very in love with her partner, Karlo.

Shorsh - the boyish in the group but had a complete transformation after college. She's now wearing skimpy skirts/shorts. (Carry mo pa rin, shorshie. She's getting sexier and sexier whenever I see her). She's also being branded as the "1-million-words-per-minute gurl". You'll know it once you hear her speak.peace ^__^

Payt - the maldita. She may look maldita but there's more to that than meets the eye. Payt is really the one you can talk to about anything. She really listens. Take note, she's also got the groove in the dance floor. Very gifted (if you know what I mean ^__^). Currently, enjoying her job as a banker.

Sheila - the killer smile. She has this smile that melts people's heart.haha. She's smart and really kind. Charming. She's currently enjoying married life. She's the person who stood up and fought for her love. Hope I can come to your church wedding, Shi. (Pic above: with her hubby- Cling)

2 years after graduation...bonding time (June 2008)

We were fooling around with the camera. See pictures below.

TARAY LOOK (winner-obviously, it's me.)

ANGRY LOOK (winner: Payt- far right)

SAD LOOK (winner: Sheila-center)

Candid shot of us. (tawa lang ng tawa)

When we came here to Manila, I was able to meet Issa. And we instantly clicked. We're originally 3 with Enald. (miss yah Enald) Issa and I have this telepathic communication. She's my B1 and I'm her B2 (Naiisip mo ba naiisip ko B1?haha) Criso also enjoys Issa's company because she's really hilarious. (No pretensions) We give advice to each other and we never fight. We enjoy shopping together. And since she knows how frustrated I am to learn how to cook, she's always there to share her recipes to me. I learned my first dish because of her. (Sinigang sa Hipon and Criso loved it)
(My very first dish- Sinigang sa Hipon.Yum)

When I decided to move to a different account for proximity reasons, I cried because I'll miss her (and also Mommy Kris and the others). I'll miss her reserving me a seat (since i'm always on time..not early but on time), I'll miss our chitchats when it's high avail, I'll miss our laughters/jokes, I'll miss our foodtrip in Banchetto (with Criso), I'll miss her Ilocano dialect (she taught me how to curse in Ilocano.ooopss), I'll miss a whole lot of things we do together. Keep in touch Issa and Advance Happy Birthday.

with MJ,Reich,and Issa

I'm still glad that when I transferred to the new account, I have MJ and Marco as friends. (we miss you reich) These 2 are my lunch buddies and chat buddies. I'm fond of these two because they always make me smile. We also have a thing in common - we're all gay. ooopss..

(with MJ)

(L-R: Marco,Reich,MJ,Diana,Moi)

Friends? I've got a whole bunch of them. I found a treasure when I met all of them. Love yah guys.

How Marian met Criso...

Let's talk about how I met her. Well, I was in my sophomore year (in HS). I was young, innocent and childish. Did I mention I only weigh 42 kilos that time? Yes, I was underweight back then. Too slim and frail. Scared that by any minute I may be blown away by the wind. Ahaha. Now, I'm making fun of myself. (But it's true. Still trying to find a pic as proof that I was once skinny.)

Anyway, I can't even recall why I was part of the Student Council or at least a representative for my class. So there I was with my friends in a supposed to be serious let's-plan-some-school-activities meeting. My friends and I were not really paying any attention to the meeting but instead we were just in the corner busily chatting and controlling our laughters. Out of nowhere, I suddenly noticed someone wearing a pretty cool pair of rubber shoes. (Funny but her shoes were the reason she caught my attention.) She's in her P.E. attire holding her white hanky (parang laba sa tide.haha). I searched for her face from the people in the room and there she was, sitting beside her bestfriend (Tessa). She's wearing her glasses and her long hair was neatly styled (ponytail). I found her cute and well-groomed. FYI, I'm a sucker for people who look and smell clean. So I was really excited to find out more about her. All I knew was she's a junior. But with no name.

I had a lot of friends in her batch. I then thought it's time for me to use my connections. So I bravely asked her classmate (Pearl) for her name. As soon as I knew her name, I then asked Pearl to let her (Criso) know that I found her beautiful. Wanna know Pearl's reaction? hahaha. Deadma. But at least she did tell Criso about it.

Whenever I like someone, I always make it a point to let them know. So Criso was not an exception. I was the one who introduced myself to her and she was too polite and just smiled. Oh yes, I made the first move. She was too shy to even utter a single word. Hey, at least I was just being very friendly. And that was the start of a wonderful friendship turned to an intimate relationship.

There were a lot of crazy/fun memories we shared during high school. We were so young and we were sooo in love with each other. We used to call each other funny names. I call her "Crispen Criso" because she mispronounced the famous Basilio's brother (Crispin) in her class. Our first date was watching the movie, For Love of the Game. Don't ask me what the movie was about because I wasn't paying any attention to it. I was too preoccupied about the date. After all, it was our FIRST date. It was also the first time we held hands. But for sure it wasn't my move.(hahaha)

Some people frown at us whenever they see us together but I was glad we didn't give a damn about them. (Screw them). We just enjoyed whatever we had. We were happy and no person could ever destroy it (not even my sister).

It was on July 8, 2001 that we became official. I was 15 and she's 17. People thought we won't last long because we were too young. What's love got to do with age? C'mon people. I'm glad they're wrong. Because it's 7 years after and we're still together. Still crazy for each other. Don't get me wrong, we had our share of fights too. Petty fights and major "cool-off" fights. But we managed to still patch things up. I'm so proud that from the once childish couple we were, we both grew to mature beings together.

Koi, thank you for everything. Thank you for fighting for me. And up to this day, you're still the one.

Looks like we made it
Look how far we've come my baby
We mighta took the long way
We knew we'd get there someday

They said, "I bet they'll never make it"
But just look at us holding on
We're still together still going strong

(You're still the one)
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're the one I want for life
(You're still the one)
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night

Ain't nothin' better
We beat the odds together
I'm glad we didn't listen
Look at what we would be missin'

Sunday, September 21, 2008

barbie dress ups

Girls and their dresses. It has the same effect on me as girls with their shoes. And accessories. Everything has to match. I don't know much about matching stuff but I do know how to appreciate. And appreciate I'll do.

This is dedicated to the girls in my office who would rather die than wear the same outfit twice. I do love you guys.. Not because I'm thankful for the crash course on color combination and that thing with accessories.. But because you're simply crazy for thinking I'd actually understand what you're talking about. I do listen. It's just that I'm genetically predisposed to flush out information about fashion. They forgot that when my parents decided to make me. That blank look you see on my face? It's not amazement. It really is just blank. You could hear crickets in the background if you listen close enough.
(prom night. tricia's birthday. which is actually a normal day at the office.)

This is AiZa. With a Z.
Notice that most of the pictures I have of her are cleavages, legs, hair, and her back. Apparently, she's shy. It's kinda hard to take a picture of her. Not because she's small. But because she moves too much. And she has hands to cover everything. So I just get fuzzy pictures.

But one fateful day, she needed something from me. So...
Ahahaha.. Super Pictorial. I still have to gather more pictures and these are the ones I have right now. Will post more if I ever get this lucky again.

And this is AiSa. With an S. Yeah. I know. Fun right? I just shout "AiSZ" and they both answer me. Every time. Ahahah..
But I think they're starting this trend with calling Aiza as "lil A" and Aisa as "big A".. for obvious reasons. I hope they're not serious.
I only have a few pictures of her. Not because I didn't try to take as many fuzzy pictures of her as well. I swore I had about a million pictures of her hair and forehead. She manages to duck whenever she sees my camera light. Plus, when she innocently "borrows" my camera, she deletes unwanted pictures of her. I fall for that every time. Shit. She denies it as well. Weh.
(this was probably my 50th take. i had to convince her it was for her own blog's sake.)

There are others though. But taking pictures of them are equivalent to getting a money shot of the Lochness monster or the fabled Big Foot. Actually, getting a picture of those hairy creatures are easier. You have to be a professional to catch these girls. And you must have the proper bait.

I'm a professional blackmailer apparently.