Little Miss Marikit

101 Proofs off Geekiness

2010-06-04T06:26:00.000+08:00

I found a good blog on the Freshly Pressedabout geekhood. I was inspired to admit to my own inner geek and channel it. To tell you the absolute truth, beyond this fashionista girl exterior, there is a full blown100% baddasstastical geekazoid living in me. How geeky is geeky? This is serious. I And if you want proof, I have it.

The picture on te left is one. That is how I used to look before. and I thought that was cool ( HEY! IT WAS AND I MADE THAT HAT!)

So if you really want to kno, below are my 101 Proofs that I am a geek. (more…)

Progress Report of a Perpetual Work in Progress

2010-05-15T13:50:00.000+08:00

Lately I have seen progress in myself. I thought there will never be a time when I actually would like myself again, but I was wrong. I find myself now, quite satisfied with what I have- though of course, still working on things to better myself. It seems that somehow I have struck a good balance within myself that made me happier.(more…)

Losing it (the weight, not my mind)

2010-05-15T12:56:00.003+08:00

There is no doubt about it, I have been on a diet since time immemorial. I have yoyo’ed from thin to fat to chubby several times in my attempt to shed off weight since 2008. I have succeeded partially before but once the holidays roll in, and the stress and well all the goodies you HAVE to eat can lead to a bigger tummy and guilt (for those who are on a strict diet). (more…)

Imus Aerodance Class

2010-04-26T21:09:00.000+08:00

I love my Aerodance Class. I don’t care that it starts at 5:00 am or that it is full of oldies. I don’t care that the instructor, is bald gay and reminds me of a certain comedian. I don’t care if the high impact/tae-bo instructor is gay too. (Just when I thought there was a hint of straightness!!) I just love it. (Read more)

The Lowdown on Monday Morning Sicknesss

2010-04-17T21:24:00.001+08:00

The Lowdown on Monday Morning Sickness

I HATE MONDAYS!!

Have you ever screamed that? I have. Every Monday. Monday has always been my D-day. I hate Mondays with a passion. It could be rainy, sunny, cloudy, or windy outside, but the day MONDAY always bring me down. It is always on Monday where I feel the urge to dive underneath my covers and pretend that I am not there or sick. I just HATE Mondays. Everyone knows that. I am GARFIELD on that day. It is also the day I bitch,whine, moan and basically trudge through the day hoping that TUESDAY would come sooner. Coffee is never enough on Monday mornings and have you noticed a co-worker who is always gone on Monday?

Maybe they are sick. Maybe I am sick. Maybe it’s because there is a clinical illness that describes what we go through on Monday mornings.

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Finding Prince Charming

2010-04-15T19:49:00.000+08:00

Disclaimer: I thought about this conversation long and hard. It gave me an idea to write this blog. I think people should realize that there is a chronology that most women go through when it comes to love, relationships and marriage. Please note of course, that this is a generalization and does not apply to all women. To those who do not like this blog, I am open to critique. This is simply my opinion on things. Enjoy.

I was talking to S, a good friend of mine, last night about relationships. We are both highly educated, highly desirable women in our fabulous 3-0’s. The only difference is that she wasSINGLE. I was not. In fact, she was congratulating me on my success in finding my match.

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Wagamama: Selfishness at its finest

2010-04-13T22:20:00.000+08:00

Wagamama – noun, Japanese. an emotional disorder marked by childlike behavior, emotional outbursts, lack of feelings, and negative attitude.

This word describes a lot of people right now. One of them might be me. But this is the rampant behavior and culture that is rapidly adapted by most young people nowadays. SELFISHNESS. EXTREME UNCONTROLLED SPOILED BRATTINESS. It is an attitude that I think should quickly be changed and forgotten or it will cause mass-destruction (not in the physical level) but in the emotional/mental level of people. The word in itself is has two different sides in two opposite sides of the spectrum.

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If it doesn't kill you

2010-04-13T22:17:00.000+08:00

…It is meant to make you stronger.

Cliché. Yes. True. Yes. There are some things that feel like it’s going to break our entire being. Life’s a bitch to all of us. Tell me of a person who has not experienced any kind of painful, life changing challenge and I will tell you that person is not real. If a person has not experienced any kind of pain, then he or she is living in a fake world. He or she is living under some kind of bubble that protects her from the realities of human life.

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A Tale of two Blogs

2010-04-06T21:04:00.001+08:00

Last night, after Martin created his social commentary blog (which I need to layout), I decided that it was high time to reorganize my bloglife and finally get everything fixed in my blog-closet. God knows how many accounts I’ve made, at least a half dozen attempts at filling the minds of readers with my ideas. So now, I decided I should drastically cut back and keep only two main accounts, because there has to be a separation of FANDOM and REALITY. (and mainly because I can’t let go of my LJ) So, the decision was made, the two blogs I am keeping (aside from the fandom based blogs) are LIVEJOURNAL and WORDPRESS.

Livejournal is for FANDOM. I have had that for around 10 years. I can’t easily let it go. It has undergone a multitude of changes, and it carries a bulk of my journals from the roaring 20s. Livejournal is my haven, my refuge and my world away from this weird ass world we are living in. Livejournal saw most of my insanity and my randomness. It saw most of my spaziness and sides of me that I cannot easily let go of.

The world of Livejournal is totally different than what it is in the real world. In Livejournal, life is full of pretty bishounen, crack is rampant, and Ryo loves me. In livejournal, I am free to be my crazy, fangirly, squealing madness complete with emoticons, mixed languages and keysmashes. Grammar should not be an issue – especially since brain death due to hot Japanese idols are expectd. Livejournal is my haven of anime, gaming, cosplaying, crafting and the home of my insane desires. In Livejournal, I can hold on to being 17 forever. I could be a squealing giggly mess and no one would care – in fact, people in LJ would join me.

LJ is the home of marikitwebs. A web of fandom-based blogs ranging from fanfiction , fanart, pv reviews and even novels. LJ carries the creative side of me – the crazy, fangirl starry eyed bohemian.

Meanwhile in Wordpress resides in the other side of me: The grown up, more serious, more professional side. It is where I put real issues in – from romance to serious thoughts. From, work to rants in play – yes, everything that is REAL, I put in wordpress. In Wordpress, real experiences, anectdotes and things that truly matter are blogged. There is insight and truths – there are real rants, realistic dreams, not fangirly – but idealistic. It is where I am at the moment. Where the real Maria is going to and what she wants out of life.

In Wordpress, I will try to be a grammar nazi. I will try structure and form. I will try articles of interest. I will try to make sense and put opinions that matter. Wordpress will be my social soapbox on everything from fashion, worklife to real social issues. Under the wordpress banner there are two inner blogs:

Littlemissmarikit is the personal weblog. The combination of all blogs, the catchbasin of both livejournal and wordpress. The be all end all of my web existence. This one is private. Open only to certain lucky individuals.

Idiosyncratic Inklings are works of literary quality, blogs that are very well thought of, stories that I have created out of reality, anecdotes of real life situation, written in beautiful literary flair. This is public.

Why am I separating the two?

I want to separate the two because they are two very different sides of me. I want to make a clear distinction once and for all about what is real and what is not, between fantasy and reality and between fandom and not. Plus, it’s my way of sorting out my internet garbage. Now, there’s only two,at least I know that I have succeeded in cleaning out my little space in the blogosphere.

Plus, this is me- convincing myself that I have serious work to do.

Where does this leave blogger?

BLOGGER WILL BE MIRROR OF IDIOSYNCRATIC INKLINGS or blogger dies

I hate Mondays.

2010-04-05T07:28:00.004+08:00

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I hate Mondays especially since it is after a long weekend.

Gimme back my Holiday. Please. I need it back. Badly

10 Reasons why I hate mondays

It is the start of going back to REALITY. Which is, work, stress, work and more work...
They wake me up at the crack of dawn. ( ok... technically 5:20 -- but still an ungodly hour)
I have to wear this butt ugly salmon uniform. *fashion fail*
I don't get to see Luci until the weekend ( unless he comes to the office unexpectedly)
Friday and the weekend are so faraway.
I am still hungover from the last weekend and is still wishing it would never end.
I have to be fully awake and functioning before 9 am
Bitin ang weekend. I wanted to do more.
I like garfield. *random*
It is the most stressful Bloody day of the week

so there. i hate mondays. simply because i do.

*whine bitch rant whine*

amusing

2010-04-04T19:50:00.000+08:00

Colorful

2010-04-03T19:06:00.004+08:00

Get the hope and courage to face up to the things you can't see

I'll walk, one step at a time, along the road that leads to tomorrow
Like a wish for the future
I'll try looking up at the moon
At a colourful world

Yamashita Tomohisa- Colorful

I took that picture last week on the way home from Coastal Road. We were passing by this amazing sunset and I happen to snap a shot at it. That is edited, of course but the original is gorgeous as well. It is pictures like these, views like this that make me think that life is worth living, that each day is simply a challenge, that we are blessed.

How do I get one of those?

2010-03-28T23:04:00.002+08:00

How do I get one of those?

I like looking at my friend's babies. I have a list of kids I check up on. Sarai, Arwen , Alex, Mappy, Enzo, Igo, Aidan, AJ, Elise, Katrice... and the list goes on and on and on and on. I LOVE KIDS and Im thinking KIDS LOVE ME TOO.

I am suffering from Baby Envy. When I see a child with their mother, there are times that I cry for my own. I guess, it's instinct -- or maybe it's pressure. I don't know. All I know is that I need a child of my own - but I know I need to be ready for it.

BUT I WANT!!

Child raising is not a trivial thing. It costs MONEY. I experience it first hand, seeing how things are with my goddaughter. My friend's baby, people with children tell me. I even look at prices to know that HOLY HELL IT COSTS AN ARM AND A LEG and then some to raise a little runt. So, until I am ready to dole out cash... This baby girl will be babyless.

yet, I could imagine myself looking into the eyes of my child. I dream about it. I cry about it. God knows how much I want it. But yes, It's still not the right time. As Luci said..."Madaling gawin iyan, nasan ang pang upkeep..."

But really, I am ready and will prepare to be ready to be a mother. I just hope that I could be good as my mom was and be patient enough for it... I will wait...

Let's not do things right now, let's do things right.

Things that I didn't say...

2010-03-28T15:41:00.004+08:00

Yesterday was Luci's day. It was his 29th wonderful year on this planet and I tried my hardest to make it special for him, since it is the first really big occasion we are going to celebrate together as a couple. I did a lot for him - went to extra miles to get everything ready for his special day and yet, I really felt that it wasn't enough.

These are the things I did for him:

I gave him a surprise early Birthday party last March 13, 2010 wherein his very best friends came and I met them for the first time.
I gave him postcards and tried to have a wax seal made for him (still under process)
Gave him a birthday card.
Made him Gir (dog and bot versions) in crochet.
We went to Ocean Park yesterday and I spent the WHOLE day with him. =)

It seems a little compared to the way I feel that it should be celebrated. I know, I know some of you think that it's enough. Maybe some would say that I have gone far and beyond expectation of what girlfriends should be doing. But I feel quite the opposite. I want to do soooo much more, but lack of funds, lack of time and lack of freedom would hinder me from doing so. Maybe I should be content on what I have done and hope that he loved and enjoyed them.

Yesterday, we went to Ocean Park. It was fun. We ate at Makansutra (Asian Food Village) and pigged out (literally) on Pad Thai, Satay and the like. Then we looked at fish in the park and had fun just being like children and relaxing. It wasn't really the place that we're at that mattered. It was the company. Honestly, we could be in Luneta walking around and it would still rock, just the same. He's easy company. I have fun when I am with him. He cracks me up with his jokes, makes me feel beautiful and wanted. He makes me feel like I don't have to try to be someone else around him. He loves me for ME. And NO ONE, as in NO OTHER GUY has done that for me. PERIOD.

He loves me for who I am, for simply being me. He loves me completely. He lets me fly and tells me what a wonderful person I am. He gave me my wings back. And that 's what I love about him.

I could go on and on about him, but I am going to completely miss the purpose of this blog if I do. I will leave that for another entry and get back to my story.

While looking at fish yesterday, I stared up at him and he looked down at me and asked. "Whyyy??" He usually does that anyway, when I just simply looked at him. Normally, I would banter, but yesterday, I couldn't. I looked away and smiled. I said it was nothing. He insisted it was something. I left it at that. There were things I could not say at the moment, because I fear that I would cry that moment.

But what I really wanted to say was this:

Love, I want to thank you. Just for being with me, for accepting me for who and what I am completely - No IFs nor buts. Thank you for wanting to dream with me, allowing me to fly, allowing me to rant and listening to me. Thank you for being that person who would slap me in the face if I was being stupid - it shows how much you love me because you don't want me to fall into harm. Thank you for making plans with me- for showing me honest, true and complete love that you are not afraid to show to ANYONE.

Thank you for being you. For being cynical, logical, very non-magnanimous, because of you I learn that I should never be too emotional. Love, thank you so much for believing in me when no one has done so. You have given me the boost that I needed for so long. You never made me feel insecure about myself. You made me happy to work, you challenged me and made me feel very alive.

Thank you for being honest with me. For being straight up with your feelings. Thank you also for just being there. I love having someone to communicate my everything to. You are now my closest friend, my confidante, my heart and my partner.

In this stage of our relationship, where we are still getting to know each other and making sure that things are going to the right path. Allow me to apologize in advance for any stupidity, tactlessness, insensitivity or any other random hurts that I may give you. Please know that I love you and have never loved anyone this complete and honest as you.

I am scared of what I am feeling for you. Because I could be so candid with you and helpless. I have fallen completely in love with you. I have known you for so long that I am comfortable with you. I always thought back to the 4C days when you were beside me. Being seatmates with you was so comfortable that I never changed seats kahit nung magkakatabi na sila Cams, Ella at Czari. I guess, I knew back then that you were just right for me. I just didnt know the full breadth of it at that time.

I hope you know that I am doing a lot of FIRSTS with you. This is the first time I actually took all the effort to introduce my beau to my family - with timing and with being proud of you. I want them to talk to you and see what a wonderful person you are. This is the first time that my mom dressed me for dates and that I really prepare for them. It's the first time I completely let go, let loose and be myself with ANYONE. I am truly being ILOU with you. This is me without the pretensions. This is me - whether you like me or not.

I am so happy with you. I know I want to do everything right with you. I want that future with you. I want you to be my future. I want us to happen. You are my second chance, the answer to my prayers and the person who I want to grow old with. Sana, ikaw na nga yun.

Sappy? Just a little bit. But this is it. This is what I truly feel about him.

I guess... I'm in it for good. I can't wait to see him tommorow.

Oh btw .. the rest of the day with him can be found comic style HERE

The Truth about the Coulda-Shoulda-Woulda

2010-03-25T20:39:00.001+08:00

What if he liked me back then, what would have happened?
What if I didn’t take this course?
What if l left this company and stared over on my own?
What if? What could happen?

I have this thing for What If’s. I want to know what could have been, should have been and would have been. I like thinking and torturing myself about the couldashouldawouldas. There are many things that, in my life, I would like to know what would happen if things didn’t happen the way they did. I like daydreaming about them – making me feel nostalgic and regretful at times. But it’s a guilty pleasure, my brand of masochistic poison that I use to torture myself.

But, I realize that the coulda-shoulda-woulda’s are only that. Things that didn’t happen. Choices not made. Life isn’t like one of those Choose Your own Adventure Books back in the day wherein if you didn’t like what happens to your character/story, you could go back to page 19 and make the other choice and perhaps make your better choice. Life simply didn’t work like that. If it did, then the world will be a less regretful place to live in- but there will be many things that would be wrong because we wouild all be living a “Perfect” life.

I don’t want that. It’s the uncertainty of life that makes it very interesting and exciting. Maybe there are some things that we didn’t want to happen, were meant to happen. Experiences like regret and sorrow, depression and fear, loss and mistakes gives us character. They mold us into the person they are meant to be. It makes us who we are – stronger, wiser and more beautiful persons. There is no such thing as a perfect person – the Stepford people are boring. The most interesting people are those with history – those with stories to tell. After all, the most successful people are those who failed the hardest.

But failure is one thing that scares the crap out of a lot of people, believe it or not, there are so many people who fear failure that they are in denial about their own State of the Self. I think I am more realistic, that though I have these unreachable ideals, I know that there could be only so much that I could do and am satisfied with small victories – and all these small victories gathered together makes ONE BIG VICTORY. And I think that wins.

So rather than think about the coulda shoulda wouldas, wont we be more productive if we did think about what we could do to make things happen? Or better yet, let’s make things happen instead. What do you think?

The most beautiful woman in the world

2010-03-23T19:13:00.000+08:00

If there was one person who I wanted to be, I would want to be my mother.

My mother is the most beautiful woman in the world. At least in my eyes, She is. She is a true beauty. She, in her youth, rivaled today’s stars. Oh man, am I so lucky to look like her. Though in spite of that me and my mom and I never really got along. Perhaps it was because we were too different, yet ironically, I look most like her. People say that we look like two peas in a pod, like sisters which, of course, I take as a compliment, because she is beautiful. My mother is the most beautiful heart, soul and face that I have seen in my life. It’s just that our ways are just so different – the generation and the thinking we are quite the opposite sides of the pole and we really don’t mix ( at least most of the time). She nags, she’s annoying, she’s very repetitive and totally hurtful in some of the things she says. She’s paranoid and she makes us all paranoid. She also tries to control everything. But, also, she is just being a mother.

There were times that I totally thought I hated her. ( Don’t we all?) I hate the fact that she keeps getting in my business, trying to stop me from having fun and being me. She’s totally a killjoy – that instead of supporting me, she stopped me. She said that what I do, most of the time, is a waste of time. That’s the thing I hated the most about her, is that she wanted to mold me into something I am not.
There was one time, I think it was Second Year High School, when she went into my room and demand that I throw away all the Comic Art that I was doing, I just finished a perfect drawing of Raziel, my latest heroine who was a full breasted, scantily clad raven haired rebel who wears kneehigh combat boots, daisy dukes, a torn tanktop and a red ruby choker brandishing combat knives and a machine gun. She was to me, a beauty – but my mom said it’s pornography and threw out even my Sailormoon drawings saying that It’s the work of the devil. And that I should draw Jesus Christ instead. From then on, I stopped trying to be a comic artist and hid all my art from her. For the longest time, I had rebelled. I wanted to be everything she was NOT. Why? Because, I thought that was who I am supposed to be. I thought that she wasn’t cool – that she was backward and against the times. I thought she was spoiling my fun and that she didn’t understand my needs. I thought that I didn’t need her and ignored and spited her. I grew up thinking that I was a rebel – but in actuality my mother had won.
Even if I said I was a rebel, I wasn’t actually that bad.I didn’t join gangs. I got good grades. I was pretty much home all the time ( though I did resent her for that), I didn’t go to parties. I spent my time reading books, dwelling in fantasy worlds, writing stories that are I once again, not good enough and EVIL ( though they were just fanfiction and mostly just science fiction/ fantasy stories about elves, mutant powers and the like). I didn’t drink too much and even as an adult, I count the times when I really really really REALLY got drunk. I wasn’t promiscuous. I didn’t even do drugs. My rebellion started and ended In looking like a bad girl – but without the attitude nor the evil works. Pretty much, I was and will always be a “good girl”. So she won. I couldn’t be totally opposing to her.

How did she win? I guess it was simple – SHE LOVED ME. UNCONDITIONALLY, IMMEASURABLY and TOTALLY. She was the one person who tried with all her might to love me – this imperfect sinner that I am. Though she was very vocal that she is very disappointed in the person I became, I knew this was her way of saying Ilou, I love you. I didn’t understand that before and would hate her more because of it – but now, I actually do. I got the code. I got it. So even if she scolds me now and says hurtful, painful words, I know it’s her way of saying, I LOVE YOU, DAUGHTER. And that alone, would be enough for me.

Another thing about my mom is that she is so religious. She is so GODLY it’s not funny. But that is her way to make us follow, I listen to her prayers. I try to emulate her- but really, I am not a very religious person. I DO BELIEVE THAT THERE IS A GOD OUT THERE – I just don’t adhere much to tradition and all that. One of my mother’s greatest gift to me was the fact that I learned one basic thing – that prayer ( no matter how simple) works to calm me down.

I learned this most at the worst part of my life. When I was in Chicago, broke and broken, wanting to die, delirious and crazy. Just when I thought I was at the bottom and no one would ever love me – my mom calls. Oh God, I go crazy everytime that happens because I feel her immeasurable love for me, yet because of this, I couldn’t bear to tell her the reality that was happening to me at that time. I wanted her to think that I was OK when I felt like I was at my wit’s end, I was broke and that I was going insane working 70 hours a week, not happy and eating properly and desperately holding on the the last bits of freedom that I had. Was it really freedom? Maybe I was just stubborn and want the skewed vision of individuality that I thought was right.

I could say it was all other things. I could say that my strength comes from myself – but that would be a total lie. You know who my strength is? My mother. She gives me strength. She fuels me each time she scolds me, she challenges me, she makes me want more out of life. And I beat myself up everyday over the fact that the person who I hurt the most is the person who loves me the most – the person who gives me so much strength and love – the person who picked me up and smacks me in the face (because I need that to actually learn) and still supports me in the best ways she knows how.
I remember during my debut, we didn’t have a plan to actually have a party. But since Lolo insisted, we did. Ideally, Yellow was my favorite color but there was no time at all – she slaved over it and for a month or so prepared my party. But I was being a bitch, and didn’t appreciate that. She gave me a party even if I sinned against her – I was such an ingrate. To top it all off, she took a dress that she loved – a purple beaded dress that she bought FOR HER SELF. ( One thing that she really doesn’t do) and made it into my beautiful debut gown.

I saw in her eyes that she wore the dress again. Admired it, and yet she gave it to me to make me beautiful for my party even if I didn’t deserve it. I DID NOT DESERVE THAT LOVE. I felt it then, but I was such a hard headed, rock hearted bitch that did not express how much she loved her own mother. Yet, right now, I am here, fully aware of her love for me and I am grateful from the bottom of my heart that she gave up so much for me. Ma, THANK YOU. I LOVE YOU.

My mother is strong. She laughs at the face of depression, she keeps us all strong. She makes us all feel loved. She has everything ready for us and thinks about us all the time. Her priority is her family and we really underappreciate that. Mom, my mother, Susan Castañeda is the MOST WONDERFUL MOTHER IN THE WORLD.

I remember when the WORST thing happened to my family. It was her, HER STRENGTH that kept us alive. It was her strength that kept us sane, happy and normal. Our family went through so much but because she was there, we didn’t fall apart. She is the true pillar of this family – because of mom, our family is SOLID and TOGETHER. We are strong and united because of her. Mom, if you only knew that you were our light during that Nightmare… Thank you.

There’s a lot of Ifs and onlys, and I should really stop thinking about it and make her start feeling it. If only she knew how much I love her. If only she knew how sorry I am for what I have done. If only she knew how much I wanted us to be chummy and best friend like. But, I am always scared of her- of her poisonous tongue and her eyes that seem to see everything. Maybe the reason I am scared is that I could not be totally open to her. But, that is about to change.

My Mother is the ONE PERSON that though we do not see eye to eye – totally loves me and accepts me and has completely grasped me. And I want her to know everything happening and has happened in my life. I want to change US completely. I know it will be difficult, but I hope – I really hope it works. Because, I cannot have her gone from my life. No matter what, she is still my mother, my strength, my beautiful idol.

I have searched for a long time for someone to be like. I tried many idols from Japanese idols to Audrey Hepburn but, you know what, it is only now that I am 30 that I realize that there is one person who I really want to be like and she is right at home. I want to be like my mother, when I grow up. I want to be my OWN version of MOM.

I want to be like her. I want to be so like her – in every way (except maybe, I want to be thinner than her). I want to emulate her strength, I want to be as prayerful, as family oriented, as accepting, open minded, as God-like and God Fearing and as beautiful in heart mind and soul. I want to have her great and open laugh, her wisdom and her great cooking. I want to be as great as her. I want to be a sister like her who loves unconditionally. I most especially want to be a mother like her. I think, if I become like her, no one would say “You have to go.”to me. No one would throw me away. No one would make me feel like trash.

Ma, allow me to be your apprentice. I have been stupid and stubborn and crazy. I know I’ve said this before, but this is a different confession. This is a confession of my LOVE for you. I may look ungrateful and that I rebel against you. I understand why you could not trust or feel that I deserve less love, but please Ma, I need you and love you. I will NOT hurt you again. ( or at least I will try). I LOVE YOU. I HONESTLY DO.

Where Grammar meets Numbers and FUGLY to FAB

2010-03-22T22:01:00.008+08:00

Before I get to the main topic of this blog, allow me to rant a little about the current colors of 2010. The new uniforms just came. it's up there. In oh so jellybean colors that make me go GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! And makes my inner fashionista cry... OH MY GOD!

Dear Fashion Gods, I hope you got my letter... WAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

How in Mr and Ms Jay's stillettoed catwalk do I make this monstrosity HOT. I guess it's the

hate this uniform. Here are my top 3- but not limited to these, rants about the uniform

it's in jelly bean colors. Not that I hate jellybeans, but I do not like wearing jellybeans. But we look like BERTIE BOTTS EVERY FLAVOR BEANS

There's: PUKE GREEN, PINK THAT SCARED BARBIE, OLD WOMAN ORANGE and TAN. The only decent color is TAN. and it's in the old gradeschool teacher design too. It looks like what my teachers in CSA wore back in 1985.

It's HOT. like the material is about a million degrees... and how hot is it outside again? AH!!
the design: Design A has ruffles. RUFFLES!! it makes me look huge. :( and ....like an old patooty- grade school teacher!!! GAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! While design B: makes me look like ms. minchin!! OH HOLY GOD. NO!

Thank GOD for Make Up, creativity, a COAT and stillettoes.. I swear I will make the monstrosity look hot. :( I WILL! I WILL!!

ON TO NICER THINGS...

It's been a while since I drew... and I was inspired. So here, I made a digital art of me and Luci....

Now, at least that's cute... :D it's called Where Grammar meets Numbers.. *lesigh*

my day? Basically bored, but inspired. My bohemian streak is coming back.. thanks to luci.

The story behind the picture:

He loves math and is good at math. I like my Arts and letters. he's not creative, I am. But I can't do math to save my life. So, here, Math meets Arts and Letters in a balancing combination. I feel it's just -- PERFECT.

Mr. Just-Right Checklist

2010-03-21T21:54:00.002+08:00

Here is the list i wrote waaaaaaaaaay back in 2nd year college of the ideal man / my mr. just-right.... the ones marked in RED are the ones which Luci crossed out.

Responsible guy with a job
reasonably cute (chinito preferred)
smart/intelligent (or at least has semblance of a brain)
Loves music (old school/new)
Loves anime/ japanese entertainment
interested in my hobbies/ likes
funny and likes to have fun
has passion for something
likes kids
is a gamer/ geek
understands my fandoms/ geekiness
likes to read
has individuality (no like drones)
has strength of character
is a MAN (real man, not a boy)
could be my best friend
must love animals
must be firm and mature
can control me gently
someone i can trust COMPLETELY. NO IFS or BUTS.
Someone who listens to me
Someone with goals
loyal (one man woman)
is a child within as well (playful)
romantic/ sweet

Now... I wonder, why I didn't see Luci back then?

Happiness!

2010-03-18T19:22:00.003+08:00

I am happier than I have ever been. I could fly. I could dream. It's that time when I feel that my reality is totally better than my dreams. I feel light, like a pixie. I think, if Tinkerbell sprinkles pixie dust on me, I would actually fly.

Things are turning out for me. I am not mad at anyone, nor am I frustrated. I am simply happy for the simplicity of it. I am happy with friends that care and love me. there may be a few -- but they are truly good and honest friends. I don't need a whole batallion of them anyway.

I am happy with my heart. when i stopped trying, things started happening. And when you dont look for it, love comes. I hope and pray that he's as Eloi says "God's Will." I am tired of kissing frogs to find the prince. I am hopefuly in the arms of one now.

Hay.. so many things to be happy for...

I am happy for OVALTINE 3 in one... that was yummy!!
Productivity. I did a lot of things today
my make up was perfect.
Zim came to see me at work
being open with mom and dad
My Zim is making me happy for meeting my dad.
Strawberry Snacks
Bonding with the girls
Crocheting.
New Babies (Cams and Fleur)
Mappy walking and her magic zebra

What are your happy thoughts today?

my love letter to coffee

2010-03-16T15:59:00.003+08:00

Dear Coffee,

I tried to break up with you today. I failed. It seems that no matter how I try, I couldn't break up with you. I need you in my life. I enjoy you with lots of milk, and sugar. As I’ve gotten older and my tastes have grown, you’ve been by my side, constantly evolving yet always a stable friend that I could count on.

I used to hate you. I used to think Tea was cooler than you, healther and sweeter. I still do, actually... But no one gives me power like you do. No one refuels me like you do.

I love the warmth you bring to my soul and the vitality you bring to my mind. I start each day with your gentle coaxing and you get me through the afternoon lows. I enjoy you hot, iced, with chocolate, vanilla, cinnamon and sugar. You’re feisty as a short espresso and your smooth and steady as the American variety.

I couldn’t imagine my life without you. Please, let us never break up again.

I LUV U, COFFEE.

Maia

Old Friends, New Friends

2010-03-14T19:47:00.004+08:00

I'm frustrated and disappointed. I actually feel like a fool for thinking that things are going to magically happen and this party would be a success. But it didn't - it was an effin failure. In fact, I would never again attempt anything like this to save myself from frustration and pain.I thought I could really bring back old ties.... but apparently not. UGH. So out with the Old "friends" in with the NEW

Anyway, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. You see, I planned this Surprise party for Luci. Where his best friends would come to surprise him for his Birthday (Mar 27 pa dapat pero aalis si Laura so this week was the best we can come up with) I had bought cake, brought him presents and well.. prepared so at least that part was good.

I was thrilled to find out that Laura, Dodie and Kent were coming. They were Luci's bosom buddies. I am also nervous since it was the first time. Yet, I think I hit it off with them. Im hoping we'd be good buddies from now on... :D

Laura is a woman- true blue, smart, cool, opinionated and very straightforward. Yet a woman through and through. Dodie seemed laid back, quiet but full straight on dude who is funny. Kent is a wonderful flamboyant bearer of the rainbow flag. so put them together with my luci, its one hilarious night.

I had fun, despite of the fact that i got stood up. :D maybe things do happen for a reason. Maybe its time to cut off old ties and make new ones...

Besides, There's also the fact that I am falling deeper in love with him..

Scorchness on a Lazy Saturday

2010-03-13T13:48:00.004+08:00

IT'S HOT.

I hate the heat.

This weather is making me go GAH!!!

I can't even write.

It's been scorching, mind-numbing and crazy hot lately. Seriously, I have tried everything to cool down. I am currently eating sago't gulaman, fan on me, and will be taking the longest shower since Ondoy. It's that hot. To put it in perspective and to give a name to this heat - My Luci calls it SCORCHNESS.

Scorchness is the term for the recent extreme heat. It dries up even braincells in my head and it prevents me from creating blog entries, stories or even working. It's El Niño. It's a dryspell. It's the burning Halo-halo/ ice cream wanting heat we all experience now. That's scorchness.

On another hand, SCORCHNESS can mean an extremely attractive person. Hotter than HOT. More fabulous than fab. For example, ME! *dodges arrows and knives*. Just kidding, pero hindi.

LAZY SATURDAY

It's Saturday one of the rare ones I stayed at home for. I slept in, played with the baby. Watched Tinkerbell the movie and Little Einstein, talked to Luci, started a blue monster, finished Gir, wrapped Gir, Played the guitar, talked to da, and now writing a blog.

I enjoy Saturdays like these. It helps me rest. Recovery from the hell week I have been through. The week was in a word - HORRENDOUS. But today, since I have rested. My brain cells have all gone to the spa and are all SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICISPIALIDOCIOUS!

I feel good. I am psyched for tonight's reunion. I. CAN'T. WAIT.

Love Happened. A Confession.

2010-03-12T20:05:00.003+08:00

Sometimes, you just have to let it happen. I think the best things in life happen when you simply don't try. It is when you let go that things just magically take shape and you'll be surprised that suddenly, everything falls into place -- when you don't even have to try. I have spent my life looking for that person. You can call him anything - Prince Charming, THE ONE, Mr. Right, The love of your life - but he's still the same person that everyone is looking for the one who completes you, who balances you out and the one who loves you for who you are, what you are and who you will be.

I thought I found him once or twice. The last was a disaster. Jumping in headfirst in a total commitment is plain stupid. It's nice after the first year, but after that it all goes downhill - unless he is your match. So, after getting burned, I decided that though I was born naturally boycrazy, I will try not to get another boy to hurt me. I became the Ice Queen.

Once or twice, someone knocks into my titanium steel vault, ice kept and code locked heart. I went on a date with a One Date Wonder who disappeared on me after making me hopeful. But he's a good guy and I know he has priorities other than romance, so that one I let go. Someone tried to fool me again -- and yes, I found out after much drama. But, you know what, because of that person.. the fool -- it brought me closer to the person I am supposed to be with. So thanks, fool!

What am I trying to say here? Do you get it? What I am trying to say is that finally after much drama and searching and pain and hurt... someone finally unlocked the vault, melted the ice and decrypted the code -- quite by accident actually. I could say that " The search is over... Love happened."

HOW THE HELL DID THAT HAPPEN?

Well.. it could be magic, or maybe someone heard her plea.. but this is what happened... Most people would think it's cliche' but maybe this is the best way I could describe it.

LOVE HAPPENED.

Two old friends meet again
Wearin’ older faces
And talk about the places they’ve been
He was my High School Seatmate. He loved chess and math. I loved games, knives and was trying at that time to be a part of the 'girly' crowd. He sat next to me the whole year. I noticed him. Who wouldn't with that commercial hair, dimples and that unique laugh? Plus, he was smart - smarter than the average male... and something about him made me think about him. He fascinated me- but still, I didn't want to believe it and told myself, he's just a buddy.
He was part of my 18 roses in my debut. For some odd reason, I thought it would just be appropriate to add him there. He was special. He was just there - plus he to me was a great person.
Still, at that time, i had a beau-- it never would have worked out. College happened. We were in the same college but never really spoke or saw each other. It was resigned to my memory
Two old sweethearts who fell apart
Somewhere long ago
How are they to know
Someday they’d meet again
And have a need for more than reminiscin’

12 years later...

I was turning 30. worried that I would never find the man of my dreams. Maybe my standards were too high. or something. But, randomly browsing through the wonderful world of faceook(THANK YOU FACEBOOK!) , I was surprised to find him. I added him, he added me back. Found him online.

Me: LUCIIIIIIIIII! <3

Him: Ola!

that was it. we started talking and I knew he had to be invited to the Fabulous 3-0. He did say yes, we exchanged numbers. He called me. I can't believe it. I almost died. I'm pretty sure I did. Then after talking a while -- we started texting and of course, I couldn't stop thinking... seriously even if I wanted to. Something told me this was different...

It’s the same old feeling back again

It’s the one that they had way back when

They were too young to know when love is real

But somehow, some things never change

And even time hasn’t cooled the flame

It’s burnin’ even brighter than it did before

It got another chance, and if they take it…

Fabulous 30 happened. When I saw him, seriously it was out of a movie scene. i started feeling the flush in my cheeks rose, i started acting odd. It was attraction at its finest... I tried to ignore it bt it was too real-- so i chose to act cool. But apparently some people read into me. FAIL.

valentine's day. acting like it wasn't such a big deal. But it was. I was fussing over it. I made a big deal out of pampering myself. I wanted to see if this was going to happen. I had the best time. Yet, it was painfully obvious that, he might not like me the same way.

The next Saturdays were bliss... it seemed that one thing led to another. Movie after movie. Coffee after coffee. It just happened. I knew by the time he saved me from Medusa and held my hand that I was doomed. Vault opened. When he put his arm around me casually at seaside, I melted. Then again, it might only be me. I was confused. Because all signals led to one thing-- but he said another... I was practically going mad.

He was perfect for me. He balanced me out. He kept me smiling, hopeful and positive. He understood everything about me. He listened to me. He fascinated me. He let me be me. He loves me for the geek I am. He likes my geekiness. He makes me feel beautiful. He gives me security. He gave me hope. He made me feel special -- but who am I to him?

I got shot down. not once but twice. Or at least I thought I did. yet something kept me hopeful. Crossed my fingers and said a prayer. who knows, right? I took the plunge.

She’s smilin’ like she used to smile way back then

She’s feelin’ like she used to feel way back when

They tried, but somethin’ kept them

Waiting for this magic moment

It happened. I took a risk and changed the FB status. I didn't want to be anyone else's but his. he accepted. I knew then that things will forever be different. I have officially completely fallen in love with him. There's no going back now.

I want to take care of him. I want to be the girl that he loves. I want to love him. that's all...It's funny isn't it.. I wasnt even looking or expecting... but it did... and it's the most wonderful feeling in the world. I want to take care of him and somehow, I know this is it. This is RIGHT.

I love you, Luci... LOVE DOES HAPPEN. I am glad we waited for this magic moment. I am glad it happened when it did...

Maybe this time

It'll be lovin' they'll find

Maybe now they can be more than just friends

She's back in his life

And it feels so right

Maybe this time...

Maybe this time

Maybe this time love won't end

What-a-friend!

2010-03-12T09:16:00.002+08:00

I just finished this conversation with a guy "FRIEND" who said he was my "best friend" ... it just shows how weak his character is and what he really wants. Panalo ito!! Stay away from guys like these girls...

Doy
good mrning
8:56amMaia
morning
8:56amDoy
how r u na dear
lets watch mvie nxt week u want
8:57amMaia
i have to ask my  bf eh. ok lang 
8:57amDoy
ah ok
u hve bf na ba?
8:59amMaia
yeah. Arent you happy for me.
8:59amDoy
ah ok  ciao....
9:01amDoy
it was a pleasure knwing u
tnx a lot for everything
forget u met me
9:08amMaia
o ganun na lang yun
ayos ah!
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Diba? Astig?

HAHAHAHAHAHAH! What a FRIEND!!

Labeless Love

2010-03-07T22:05:00.003+08:00

What is Romance? I swear, if anyone tells me that it's defined by sweet nothings, flowers, chocolates and teddy bears, I will so scream. Honestly. Romantic ideas are passe to me know - in the Been there, done that kind of way. Though, I still like the idea of presents (who wouldn't?) I found myself not really counting them in my list of things I find important for a partner. I also don't like the idea of LABELS in a relationship.

Things like boyfriend/girlfriend are mere adjectives to me. To me, labels are passe -- and they just add confusion and pressure to couples.Though, admittedly the claiming of a "label" is thrilling to some, it's not for me. Because labels, are what they are, just names -adjectives to describe something or someone. It doesn't really define what or who the person is to you.

Sometimes, a label is all that is! There was no feeling or no deep connection between them them. Sometimes, the label could be the source of confusion where as feelings and deep connections could really be the defining point of things. Labels bring expectations and expectations that are not met bring confusion, frustration, anger and all negative things.

And who needs that?

To me, a Labelless love would suit me just fine. If someone asks me Who is he in your life? Rather than say "My Boyfriend" or something, I would rather say "the one who makes me smile everyday" I think, that is a better "Label" rather than BOYFRIEND.

Kilig

2010-03-03T20:44:00.002+08:00

Omigosh. I cant believe im feeling it again.

yun lang.

Learning

2010-03-02T19:46:00.002+08:00

Im learning...

to use my head over my heart
to control my emotions
to tame my tongue
patience
and the waiting game

Things I havent learned before. I think this time its good for me. Rein it in... be careful. Because this time might be your last.

The Catch

2010-03-01T15:00:00.006+08:00

Kuya : you're a catch, maia.. a 10 in my book..

Kuya : too bad nga lang most of the guys in your proximity are geeks..

Kuya: ....... change "most" to "all"

A: You understand anime, you get guys... you play video games, and you rock at them.

A: you're hot, you're not a snob, you cook well and are nice

A: plus you're smart - REALLY SMART, educated, pretty and decent. And you can actually hold a decent conversation with a guy about guy stuff-- you are God's Gift to geek guys! Why didn't I catch you first?

B: If I was there, I would have definitely asked you out. What are guys there? BLIND?!

Ok,If I'm so hot and I'm such a catch then why WHY ON EARTH AM I SINGLE RIGHT NOW? Thank you.

When I was in High School, no one really gave a damn about me. Seriously, I was awkward, I was weird. Instead of Cosmo and Seventeen, I was holding GEN 13 and WILDC.A.T.S. and instead of make up, I had a combat knife under my skirt. I dreamt of being wild and free and a mutant instead of silly love stories or fashion. I punched harder than any boy in our class. In short, I was a "boy". I mean, I wasn't a tomboy. But I was boyish. I liked guy stuff, I didn't hide it. So basically, people didn't give a damn. All they knew was I was this smart boyish geeky kid.

Then I hit puberty, the boys came naturally to me. I was wooed upon, and courted by many. But not really in our class. They ignored me - perhaps because I was not going to help raise them in the social circles in our already High Society High School (Think Gossip Girl)

I was privileged to study in an exclusive private Catholic and super High End School. It's where the Elite would go. Yet, I felt really awkward there. I was mostly at home with the boys instead of the girls.

It also goes up to college, where people thought I was too smart or different. Same old story, different setting.

So, here am I, after 10 years...

I post my picture in facebook and I get messages.

MESSAGE 1

C: Hey! You're my batchmate right? what class again? Do you mind if we hang out Saturday?

C is part of the A crowd. The crowd that used to ignore me - except in times of Homework needs and project emergencies. C is also popular and "Cool". Why was he messaging me? I start to wonder and probed.

C: you bloomed, i. Why didn't I notice you before?

Answer to C? well it's because you were busy bullying me and the other part of the Geek world that you forgot that were human. So now that I am "pretty" you notice me. TURD.

UGH. That really really annoys me.

MESSAGE 2

D: Hey girl! Wow, I, you look great... didn't know you'd bloom like that. But then again, you're pretty naman talaga before.

D is also part of the A-list crowd. One that I don't even dare to look at or I might get snubbed. Now he's talking to me? What the fuck?

Yeah? you don't even look at me in College. what's your problem?

MESSAGE 3

E: Hey I, lets get together saturday? I mean a few of the guys are coming. I bet you wanna catch up.

Catch up my ass, E! I dont even know you. Feeling close much? we didnt hang in college. Not even once. Don't include me in your group of friends.

But the worst are those who you actually see. There was one who actually tried to kiss me, another wanted to get more... I mean, really guys, it's still the geek! It's still me. only prettier.

Hay grow up! Sometimes, the best way to do so is honesty. Diba? Plain and simple. Walang bolahan. And be men, not boys. own up to it.

no girl wants a boy, they want men.

Mixed Signals

2010-02-28T11:53:00.003+08:00

Welcome to the wonderful world of Dating - or not dating. "Hanging out" with that very interesting FRIEND on a Friday or Saturday night is simply innocent. (But you have to admit that that is what makes your weekend interesting, right?)

It's that thrill that we live for though, that uncertainty- the guessing game, the thrill of the chase. You wait for some one to call, text and sometimes it drives you insane if they don't. You deny to yourself that you don' t like them like them because you don't want to be disappointed if they end up NOT liking you.

But then, signals could go haywire and get confusing. It's worse than getting a rejection because you don't know whats going on. Do you go with it or just forget about it?

Here is a list of Mixed signals that me and my girls hate... feel free to comment and add to the list ...

Mixed signal #1: He holds your hand, he keeps the conversation light and easy but does not say anything.

Mixed signal #2: he says she just wants to be friends and then kisses you.

Mixed signal #3: He asks for your number but never calls.

Mixed signal #4:He always says yes when you ask him out or always asks you out and its just the two of you.

Mixed signal #5: He’s always complimenting you and taking you on lots of “dates,” but he doesn’t even try to kiss you on the lips.

From the experts:

"Let’s get something straight: Most guys aren’t interested in being just friends. If he’s whispering lots of sweet nothings and treating you to nice dinners or fun outings, then he’s into you—but he’s scared that you don’t feel the same. “Lots of guys are so afraid of rejection that they can’t make that first move,” says Feinstein. It’ll be up to you to get the ball rolling, she says. “You may think that your interest in him is obvious, but you’ll need to send some unambiguous clues that you want things to get physical,” she says. So try going for a kiss yourself, or, if that’s not your style, try some subtle moves: holding his hand, standing or sitting a wee bit closer to him than normal, or (here’s the clincher) letting your eyes linger on his lips while he’s talking to you. All clear signs that you’re saying, Kiss me you fool!"

Mixed signal #6: He buys you boyfriendy type gifts for your birthday, for Christmas, he gives you what he got everyone.

Mixed Signal #7: He says he loves you and then does not call or text at all and mysteriously disappears.

Mixed signal #8: He wants to hang out with you, and you only -- but he never says anything about what he is to you.

Mixed signal #9: He always ends up sitting next to you everywhere and waiting for you and talking to you - and he says its nothing.

Mixed signal # 10 : He treats you like a princess when youre together and then ignores you in a crowd.

Its just sad. when you dont know what you are to a person. Guys, don't do that. it hurts not only you but the person who the attentions are directed to. Why cant people be honest?

I know that I am. Sometimes though, my honesty gets me into trouble. But its better that he knows than for me to totally deny and hide it....

You know what.. I hate this.

Seminars, Skype, Sleepies and Safari

2010-02-26T10:46:00.005+08:00

TGIF. Thank GOD it's Friday. No more seminars, no more boring speakers and long talks, no more falling asleep on my chair. It's been two straight days of that since Wednesday. Both necessary evils for both of my careers ( both as a HR/Admin and as Real Estate Broker) and in both seminars, I became a beautiful dreaming narcoleptic.

Seminars like those are important -- very important at least to people like me who need updates every now and then. I know its a learning thing but speakers were not very engaging ( except the one from stateland. She was some kind of wonderful-- with a wonderful outfit! BUT! I was a damn narco that day lack of sleep) I hated most of all Pag-ibig funds ms. farm. UGH. Can you say sleeping pill in a package? UGH.

I was saved from ultra boredom and from being alone in yesterdays seminar by a good friend from the mother company. Such an angel -- and not to mention eye candy too. Well, he was kind enough to help me find a good seat and talk to me in the off times. It was good to get to know a new friend. Especially since we both work the same job. UGH. I am glad I am not alone to feel the Admin Hell I have eveyr 25-30 of month. :D

I AM NOT ALONE! YAY!

That night, I bonded with a couple friends over Skype. AMAZING TECHNOLOGY. I was talking to both a person from Singapore and from Las Pinas using my computer and the wonders of Voice over IP. We chatted about everything, caught up with each others lives ranted and totally was silly. It was a good feeling.

:D However, by the end of the evening, I was wasted.

I called a good friend and found that he was the same too. We were planning a weekend thing when he fell asleep on me. :) Poor person. He must be really tired. -- i couldnt blame him he wakes up at 4:30 to catch a shuttle that would take him from Alabang to Ortigas everyday and goes home at nonsensical hours of the night. I swear, I would call for help its a human rights violation! But aside from that, i think he's good. I worry... I really do...

maybe because... but who knows!?

wah.. i have a safari BPI buena mano thing tonight. I hope to enjoy. :D AHHHH EVEN IF I AM HILARIOUSLY TIRED...

Random Thoughts of a Narcoleptic

2010-02-24T19:04:00.005+08:00

I was out of the office today. Luckily. I was half asleep the whole day. Narcoleptic because I didnt get sleep. Things were a bit off lately... people keep telling me what to do and not to do and last night I just snapped. Sometimes it's better to just say it out loud than keep it in.

I learned to reel in myself last night and also open up enough to keep my dignity. I learned to defend my pride. God, was I proud of myself? yes. Because now, I know I could keep my emotions in check. I didn't cry as much. Logical thinking - yes.

I'm listening to a song right now that was suggested on a friend's playlist. ( he's got amazing taste in music -- i swear playlist raid!) I love the song. I love the lyrics. will learn on guitar.

Don't Say Goodbye, Say Goodnight

Binocular

i lie awake and feel your nearness i never wanted more than this

i don't wanna run beneath your tears
i don't wanna catch them when they're falling
But its the same old song playin over and over
now i lie upon my face and though we tried
i guess that's the way it's supposed to be
don't say goodbye say goodnight so it's not over
and if you try and answer why it's just over it's goodbye
i hope to see the dawn of daybreak and the sun rise to cloudless skies
and now i've tried to see the truth but i close my eyes
and you were there for me and i was there for you
don't say goodbye say goodnight so it's not over
and if you try and answer why it's just over it's goodbye
but now i lie upon my face and though we tried
i guess that's the way it's supposed to be
don't say goodbye say goodnight so it's not over
and if you try and answer why it's just over it's goodbye
it's goodbye

Thanks Luci

Anyway, there is forgiveness, but I cannot forget... there is trust to be rebuilt.

Still hoping for something to start...hmmm

... Follow the gut feel...

2010-02-23T21:47:00.004+08:00

Today I learned a valuable lesson on trust, love, friendship and all things in between. Sometimes, you really have to trust your instincts, and your friends. When your friends says that he's a bad person for you, you should think about dating such person -- or proceed with caution as they say. But I was naive and tried to see the good in each person and maybe that's where I was wrong.

You see, smart as I am, my heart is stupid. My heart falls in love at a drop of a hat, a woo, a single touch -- its hotwired to be hypersensitive to romance. Perhaps this is the VALENTINA side they call me for. I was born the day before Valentines day. Doh. I really have to learn to reel it in or cover it slightly with ice again so it becomes something useful again. Right now, I feel that my heart is totally malfunctioning with me.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not head over heels totally in love with the person. I like him - as a friend because so far, besides the RED FLAGS and LIGHTS that my friends give me, i still follow what my heart says. Be nice, let him love you. Maybe he's a diamond in the rough. whatever. But he's not. In fact, he's far from it.

He's a lying, cheating, two timing, heart breaking rat who will try to break my heart. Good thing, GOOD THING an Angel fell from somewhere in the desert and saved me. If she didn't step in and told me, my stupid blind heart would have fallen. THANK GOD SHE KNOCKED SOME SENSE IN TO ME.

A few people said well-deserved "I TOLD YOU SO."s and a few others were disgusted and mad at the person. I am too, except that instead of mad, I think I am more sad for him. He's really a good person - tanga lang or even insensitive lang. I just think he's messed up for lying to two women blatantly like that.

... and he says he wont hurt me. HA! Bastard. I dont know. he already did.

.. i am stupid for waiting for him all the time. I am stupid for trying. I am stupid for even considering to be his girl -- I am naive and I think, thats my downfall...

but this might be a blessing in disguise. it made me closer to friends. and possibilities.. should we still flirt with danger? Maybe... :D

Haha.

Random thoughts from BLOODY MONDAY

2010-02-22T10:51:00.003+08:00

Adjusting to a new way of working on a Bloody Monday is fun. It's one of those days where I miss being in school again. Technically, it's a holiday. Kids everywhere, school-aged kids, do not have school. It's one of those Gloria-moved holidays where were supposedly celebrating the commemoration of EDSA Revolution today. Bleh. I don't feel or see that, its an ordinary HOT Monday today. The only Celebration I got was when Dad said we were going out for lunch and that means - FREE LUNCH!! -- GOOD LUNCH too... :D Shakey's Pizza and Mojos with my brother and sister and dad :D loads of fun!!

Aside from that, it's an ordinary day. I'm having my 2nd cup of coffee today -- it's almost 3:00 PM and it's T minus two hours til I take off. :D Yay, I am looking forward to a long hot bath at home, starting a new project (Since Lester hasn't returned my main project - Savanini's blanket!) and watching Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief on DVD. It would be nice if someone could save me from Medusa again. She's freaky. A pat on the head or holding my hand would be nice.

Last night, I talked to Jem about my oh-so small world, after all and chocolates as well as her international, pseudo love affairs that never materialize. It was fun. I missed her. There will surely be a JAMIE day in the near future soon. I just love that girl -- she is full of positive energy. She's a ball of fire, a light and well one of the truest friends in the whole wide universe.

... One more hour til I take off...

I am still reeling from yesterday's trip. Dreamy smiles and imagination is running wild. I still have to reel it in.

Im in a little trouble. About what? Im being really impulsive again. Hopefully this gut instinct is right. But what if... what if... there are so many what ifs...

--- STOP ---

BLINK. DEAD.

Jem told me last night it was confirmed that VB is gay. I am dead. seriously gay. as in "I HAVE A BOYFRIEND GAY" no wonder he's hot. No wonder he's odd. Yet, he's still a fine specimen of a man. so i woe to the loss of him.

BUT WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!

--BREATHE--

Back to reality. Back to work for me. I will be back to rant more tonight

On Promises

2010-02-16T09:56:00.005+08:00

PROMISE. One word. Seven letters. A bazillion meanings. Probably one of the most abused and misused word in the dictionary. Also a word that I both love and abhorr -- probably the word I am most sensitive about - aside from "Love". It's a word I think about the most, and put meaning into the most.

So, in layman's terms what is a promise?

According to wikipedia,

A promise is a transaction between two or more persons whereby the first person undertakes in the future to render some service, gift or assurance to the others or devotes something valuable now and here to his use.

So basically, a promise in a legal sense is a transaction. It's a deal. An exchange of values. you are expected to deliver by that person you made that promise to. Because you have put on the table something valuable for that person - in the near future or more.

To me, what is a promise?

A promise is a solemn declaration and a commitment to do something or to follow through a course of action. It is synonymouse to swear, vow, pact -- and it is sacred. I do not take it lightly. Everytime someone says, I PROMISE I expect people to follow through.

Boy: I promise, I'll text you when I get home.

Maia: Ok.

6 hours later. Boy never texts. Maia is pissed. Boy wonders why.

Boy: why are you so pissed?

Maia: You promised.

Boy: ... ang babaw, adik!

Maia: you said you promise.

Yeah. mababaw.Who cares? If you promise, I don't take it lightly.I will expect it. Because you promised. you vowed to me. I expect it done.

As for me, I dont back down on my promises. I follow through. Even when it means eating my pride, risking my life or doing things that I am not used to. Promises are sacred. PERIOD. I dont promise anything I cannot do.

Promises are made to be broken.

So, maybe there is truth to this. Because I have met plenty people who have done it. What? I had the "to have and to hold, for richer and for poorer and til death do us part" promise become bullshit at one point in my life.

In fact, people still hurt me with broken promises. It's the ONE THING that breaks me and pisses me off to no end. Broken promises hurt me the most. Because you ruined the trust I had for you, you made me stop believing you and that to me hurts.

But I still keep believing in the power of promises.

It might be kind of stupid, you know, getting back on the horse after getting kicked off, thrown off and run over, but I still believe that someone will actually make a promse to me that will last. Promises are built on trust. Trust builds love. And love... well you get my drift. So, If you promise to me it's something big to me. It means a lot.

And to me, a person who keeps his promises, is a person worth knowing - and a person worth loving. And if I find a person who would promise me everything and pull through with it and then it is worth it.

HE promised and I know HE will deliver.

I believe that. I never doubt that.

This is the most important PROMISE.

The most important promise I keep in my heart is the Lord's promise that he will never leave me. Maybe that's why I keep believing because someone out there, still keeps his promises and will never allow me to break down.

At least I know I can trust someone and truly believe in HIS promises...

Bitch in the house

2010-02-15T20:23:00.005+08:00

If there's such a thing as a Bitch-meter I will be off the scales today. Though, its funny. It started to be such a good day, I was even singing to LOVELESS by YAMAPI while putting on my make-up in the staff room. But then something must be in the air because as soon as I learned that some of my files were missing -- I flew off the handle and started bitching.

I was such in a foul mood that everyone was on their tippy toes around me. Maybe it was lack of sleep. But yeah i was worse than a firecracker...or an atomic bomb... BOOM!

anyway, i mellowed down in the after lunch. A little. Until some demanding SOB decided to bring the bitch back. Why oh why do they have to come at 4:30 and demand to release their papers ... WITHOUT SO MUCH OF A THANK YOU? ...

I . want. to. kick. something.

Plus, the fact that I'm annoyed at a certain someone is pissing me off too.

gah.

I think I am going to sleep. Like now.

Hopefully tommorow I'll be perky again

PS.. I miss a certain person... why am i missing him? why am i looking forward to seeing a demi god?

Hearts day and Fabulous 30

2010-02-15T11:58:00.001+08:00

I'm 30. It's a damn fact. It doesn't really feel any different- except for the fact that I have, in my mind, aged. Yesterday, I made a big fuss all about it. I threw a party for a small group of friends, reconnected, laughed, sang and thought about how lucky I was to come to this age.

I had a blast on my fabulous 3-0 party. Good clean fun with people who are sane, not drunk or do not want to get drunk. Food and laughter were all that mattered, stories, new and old, catching up -- looking into the future and telling each other hopes and dreams. Most people were gearing towards families, careers, and change. Life caught up with us Peter Pans and finally made us grow up.

The guestlist was not a multitude. Just a good small group -- enough to have a party, and enough to have time to bond with each.

JM and Bev ( the best couple in the world) is married and has a wonderful daughter (my pretty goddaughter), stella and another on the way. Joel and Jan have been together for four years and getting ready to get hitched. Cheryll and her husband are trying to have kids. Luci ( because I refuse to call him martin) and I were the only singles there -- and still we were unsure of what to do about ourselves.

Most of them I havent seen for a decade or more ( except for JM and Bev) and it was really refreshing and inspiring to talk to them. We talked about our love stories - kilig ones from che and joel, while both luci and I had a sad existence. yet there is still hope.

Maturity. I thought everyone finally got that. Though, a few were still carefree. It amazed me that people who I used to talk to about homework now are talking about children, childbirth and rearing kids. Speaking of, I really want kids of my own too. a family, i guess its time to get serious.

The party ended at 2:30 AM with Luci bringing in laughter about crazy things he's done. I swear, the party would have been dead without him. He was my seatmate in 4th year, a good friend and I am glad I found him on amazing facebook. :D

V-day.

HAPPY HEARTS DAY. Honestly, its a lot of fluff. But it could be the start of something new. Had dinner with a good friend, bonded, laughed and it was cool. Good friend was Luci. :D Now, before anyone could react, I want you to know that it was completely platonic. Just good friends going out. So shut it. (RIIIGHHHT!)

Defensive? Not really.

He's been a crush. senior year. Yeah (cues in Maybe this time by Michael Murphy)... not really expecting anything but.. allow me to squeal...

He's still cute, funny and better than I kinda thought. I look forward to spending time with him.

Romance front? I don't know. But at least-- I had a great valentine

--

I look forward to the coming year. it seems all positive for me...

PICS: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=395989&id=554995084

My birthday fear

2010-02-12T09:44:00.004+08:00

im older. i should get into a more serious state of mind. But i feel like peter pan, I don't want to grow up... not really. But, I really have to. It's necessary, if I want a family and if I want to move on. I have taken life lightly up to now. Seriously, I think it step it up. It's not the time to be playing games anymore. I'm old. I feel old. I want to have a serious life. Though, I have to make it happen, it's not going to happen for me.

All I want is to have someone to call my own Someone who my family will love as well, someone I can be seriously in love with. Someone who would totally support me in everything I do, and have done. In fact, I think there is-- but there is a serious fear in me. SERIOUS FEAR. That someone will actually throw me out again. That I would be hurt.

I hurt people before they do. That's all... That's it. But I cannot help it. I really need to have someone admiring me, loving me. Taking care of me in my life. I know it sucks. But that's me.. my weakness is love.

But i will be stronger. I will not let fear take over me. I will be happy.

I PROMISE

10 years. 10 days. 10 hours.

2010-02-05T10:49:00.008+08:00

10 years.

9 days to go. I'll be 30. the Big 3-0. Nearly out of the calendar. And what have I done in my life. I don't know really if I'm excited or not. All I know is that it's big, it's the start of a new decade. And so, what do I have to say for myself this decade? hmmm..

MARIA: The telenovela

Starring: Me

Yep. It's that crazy. The last 10 years have been probably the most stressful, craziest ive ever been. Roaring 20s? more of Dazed and confused. I think I need a recap.

20 - started with a bang. literally. left for the US

21- adjustment to life in the US.

22-fell in love

23 - got married

24- bliss

25- hell. divorced.

26- INSANITY (temporary or permanent? I dont know) and INDEPENDENCE. Suicidal. death.

27- regret, rewind and restart.reeducate

28 - graduate. rebirth. moving on. ice.

29 - stability, change, and the taming of the beast. Broken again.

so there. the clearly vague description of my life. I want to write a book or a screenplay. I'd probably make millions. I want Anne Curtis or ... hmmm... Mariel to act as Maria. or someone equally fashionable and fabulous. Just not Judai -- ewww! Or KC... i dont like her.

yes, again, i lived the fabulous drama filled life. And I am bearing the burden of it. I made a lot of stupid choices - mostly , impulsive, rash and immature choices that ruined me entirely. I don't regret them. ( most of them, at least) I know what I did and I know that whatever I decided was what I have to face up to.

So my heart is totally duct taped, broken and almost hanging by the skin -- and i am hoping that I don't get broken once more.

As for my spirit, it was on an all time low the last decade, but I decided that 2010 will be a year of the FABULOUS. I have to stay positive. I had a makeover. I am losing more weight. I am going to get it this year.

It's time to grow up, Maria. No more dilly-dallying. You may look 21, but in actuality you're 30.

I am reconnecting with people. I can't hide forever. I am starting to show myself out there. Because if I don't, I'll never find him. I'll never find love. I'll never find happiness.

It's not that LOVE= HAPPINESS. No. It's just that I think deep within me, I want to settle down. I want to be tamed. I want to be blissfully happy with someone who would take care of me. I am scared of dying alone.

I am not empty handed. I have a list of admirers/ beaus/ friends/ special friends/etc. Yet, I guess my heart grew tired of falling in love and falling out of love and my brain is starting to work. I've turned into ice. And lately, its been tough to crack.

I've tried to date. But would you call it love? More of like. Infatuation. Deep special friendship. But love? ... maybe not to that extent that i would die for him. Yes, maybe there was love, but it wasnt enough to hold me.

But its 2010. I have to make it happen. I have to change the fact that I am alone. I have to find it. I have to get it, I'll be a success. I have to start to fly. SO watch out world, I am back with the vengeance. I AM READY. AND IM PLAYING FOR KEEPS.

*click*

10 days.

The past 10 days have been a whirlwind of events that started from someone away from me. I miss him. He's close to me after all. The friendship is great. He loves me. I dont know if he's the right person for me.

Then there's the wonderful reconnection weekend with two people. A friend from 20 years back and a college crush who asked me out and I was eager to see. There was great conversation and magic. Catching up with old friends does that, when you get into the zone where you reminizce too much, think about the coulda-shoulda-woulda, get proud of how much you've changed. Tell people how strong you've become and show them that you're basically not a failure in life.

And believe me, that wasn't easy. Why?

Because I didnt really make the best impression on people in the past. I was so insecure that i let myself make the worst decisions when it came to relationships , friends and my life. I never thought I was pretty. I always thought that I was a nerd, weirdo or the laughing stock. I always thought that I wasnt that smart. I was really hard on myself - because - well, let's not point fingers here, but I never felt that I was special in any way.

From time I remembered, I was always compared and always the underdog. I wanted to be as pretty, not as awkward and as sociable as my cousins but I didn't know how. I was different, and I relished in it.

Now, 10 years after, I learned that I could have been that girl. The IT girl. Because it is only now that I found the confidence and the beauty in myself that I wish I saw years ago. Maybe, if I did, I wouldn't be making bad decisions. Maybe if I loved myself before as much as I love myself now, then I would be doing great now.

But it's no time to regret, it was a learning experience that I have to move from. I have learned and I am happy. :D I know that things will be great.

I am actually proud of myself now. Proud that I became who I am now. That I overcame myself at my worst and became this person I would want to be. A person who I want to hang out with, a person who I can actually show off. It only took 10 years...

Lately, I have been making all efforts to reconnect with my past. I want people to change their idea of who I am and I wat them to get to know the NEW ME.... Its an amazing feeling. Plus, you get to learn new things you didnt know. Such as, who liked you before and not.

There is someone who said they liked me since college too that I am getting to know. It's been good so far. Maybe, its a possibility. My mind is open to a lot of that.

The past 10 days brought something back that I didn't know I had still. A romantic streak... getting asked out by a college crush is always ---- ALWAYS something good. I felt pretty. I felt desired. And I also felt "KILIG"... OH MY. GOD.

Nobody really knew I liked him too. :D I kept that crush to myself because he wasn't that "cool". But I always liked him. :D He was baby faced with to die for hair. And when I saw him again, I thought wow, it was still there. His shining eyes, the smile -- *kilig*. His personality was even more enticing. I loved his personality. I loved how strong he was. I admired him for who he has become.

We both were 2nd chances. meaning, we had a chance for love and marraige but both got blown away. and thank heavens for facebook, we got reconnected. But, i do believe that it is something magical -- coz something in me clicked. The ice has started to melt away, block by block... and maybe just maybe there was something there. I was giddy, I was happy -- and for the first time in a long time, I was dreamy.

The last of the 10 days, I suffered. I suffered the fate of a girl who is confused, trying to control herself and arguing with herself over and over. Reel it in, Mind over heart. Never rush. we dont want another stupid mistake. Yet, it was fun a new overwhelming feeling....

I also got harrassed, had super bad days and met new friends. Special people got sick and I felt the all time low this week. I was paranoid, crazy and cried randomly. But its all part and parcel of being me. :D this crazy girl is now back to her sane self.

Next 10? Let's hope for progress....

10 hours.

I talked to my SUPER SPECIAL FRIEND last night. Bonding. It was great. I got a lot off my chest. I opened up a lot. Things have been busy, productive and since its a Friday, fabulous as of late. :D you dont get any better than this.

I learned too, a few minutes ago that someone is giving birth. Oh, WHAT A BLESSING. yes ... this is a wonderful day.

Randomness from a Beautiful Zombie

2010-01-27T09:57:00.004+08:00

I feel like a zombie. All I know is that however pretty my make-up is, I look and feel like a lovely made-up corpse. D.E.A.D. I feel like a corpse too. Barely breathing, red eyes and dead expression. Eloisa would look at me and say that my "GLOW" is missing again.

Actually, it's been missing for a few weeks now. Eversince I got sick and got some message about someone who screwed me over. !@$%^^%#%^%^%!!! I really do not know how to get it back. Maybe one day, it will all just be magical again. Right now, though, I feel like hell.

I am breathing and hopes that everything will turn out today. It's been three days since I last really fell asleep- America's Next Top Model Marathons comfort me because Mr. Jay Manuel is divine - but it is also not enough. I have medicines that do one of two things:

1. Make me throw up whatever I eat2. Make me not sleep
or sometimes, it has the tendency to do BOTH at the same time. Thank you, Lola Gets for this great pamana. I appreciate asthma in all forms, shapes and sizes. *rolls eyes*...

I guess it's my body's way of sayingSLOW DOWN, BIATCH! THE WORLD WILL TURN WITHOUT YOU. Sure it would... but it needs me there for it to be more FABULOUS AND EXCITING.

I missed blogging. I have a lot to tell and frankly I haven't had the time to do so because work just kept me going and going and going. Of course, there was downtime with Christmas and all, but that was all about FAMILY.
So.. where do I start?

-- 2010--

2010 is promising to me. I feel that this year would be a year for LOVE, CHANGE and a lot of OPENNESS for me. It's already started. I have talked to my mom more now than for the past 20 years of my life and frankly, i quite enjoy it. I don't hide away anymore, because, I mean I'm 30 and not 18 -- i think they'd want me to date, right?

On the dating scene, several prospects pop into view. :) let's just put it this way, I'm good in that department. Maybe even a little well off. I am pretty (except today) and losing weight. I am also feeling a bit more confident about myself.

Maybe one would be better than before. Who knows? Right?

Japanophile: WIKIPEDIA

2009-12-03T09:02:00.001+08:00

Japanophilia is an interest in, or love of, Japan and all things Japanese. (Its opposite is Japanophobia.) One who has such an interest or love is a Japanophile.^[1] Various cultures and peoples have gone through various periods of Japanophilia, for various reasons, throughout history. However, to be accused as a Japanophile is regarded as highly offensive in East Asia.^{[citation needed]} This was mainly because of the inhumane Japanese war crimes committed on the colonies during the early 20th Century and the Second World War.^{[citation needed]}

In the late 18th and early 19th centuries, Carl Peter Thunberg and Philipp Franz von Siebold, who stayed in the Dutch outpost of Dejima, helped introduce Japanese flora, artworks, and other objects to Europe. Some consider them to be among the earliest Japanophiles.^[2]^[3] (This was before the Meiji Restoration in 1868, when Japan became more open to foreign trade.)

Lafcadio Hearn, an Irish-Greek author who made his home in Japan in the 19th century, was described to be "a confirmed Japanophile" by Charles E. Tuttle Company in their foreword to most of his books.^[4]

In the first decade of the 20th century, British writers were lauding Japan. In 1904, for example, Beatrice Webb wrote that Japan was a "rising star of human self-control and enlightenment", praising the "innovating collectivism" of the Japanese, and the "uncanny" purposefulness and open-mindedness of its "enlightened professional elite". H. G. Wells similarly named the élite of his A Modern Utopia "samurai". In part this was a result of British industrial decline, with Japan and Germany rising at the same time. Germany was seen as a threat close to hand, but Japan was seen as an ally. The British sought efficiency as the solution, and after the publication of Alfred Stead's 1906 book Great Japan: A Study of National Efficiency, pundits in Britain looked to Japan for lessons. This interest ended with World War I.^[5]

The United States went through a similar period of Japanophilia in the 1980s, anticipated in the 1960s by the writing of Peter Drucker, who pointed to the "consensual decision-making" in Japanese corporations and celebrated Japanese corporate management techniques (even claiming credit for giving this system to the Japanese via his books and seminars). During that period, American students took Japanese language classes with the hope of doing business with Japan.

Cushions and blankets

2009-11-14T20:11:00.000+08:00

I finished my first cushion cover today. It was an easy make and I had so much fun with it.!! <3

<3 tell me what you think.

Here is the progress of my blanket too. another half to go!

Big Blanket: A work in progress

2009-11-13T13:31:00.003+08:00

I've been hooking like mad for the past few days. Days? I meant weeks. Weeks of continuous yarnage- and many amigurumis, cellphone cases, hats and doilies later and I am still not tired of it. It isn't a bad thing. At least I have something to look forward to when I get home or when I'm lulled.

I embarked on the Big blanket project a few weeks ago. The big blanket was a project that was well planned, well thought of - complete with sketches, swatch planning, designing and many hours of contemplating. I spent quite some time with the recepient of the big blanket to talk to him about what we want for this design. He's embarking on some kind of journey so I wanted to give him something to remind him of the warmth here.

This blanket is made of TEAL, YELLOW, BROWN and NAVY 4ply worsted weight yarn and made with an F hook. There are 28 10 inch granny squares (projected) for this project and im thinking its going to be about 45 inches x 80 inches. its the first time im embarking on this HUGE project and sure enough, ive had some problems with continuing it. Yet, its an inspiring project - so im not rushing it. I still have a few weeks anyway to finish it. It will be my biggest project to date - so Im pretty psyched.

Yet, I still have a couple more things in my head that I need to make.

1. My Dad's Golf Club Mitts ( Ive made one and I still need 3 more).
2. Bag for my grandmother
3, Gloves/ Mittens
4. My own granny square blanket.

At least those are the major projects I am thinking about. I also taught my sister how to crochet and now she's hooked. Literally, I think there is something about crocheting that makes people happy. I know I am happy.

Happy Hookin!

Colored Bear! :)

2009-11-05T09:23:00.003+08:00

This is my most colorful creation yet! made with a lot of yarn and love this is for my neice. I really love it! Kulay is so cute!

My sister made a similar one. Its all brown/tan though!! <3

Ninja Bunny

2009-10-29T21:07:00.001+08:00

'nuff said. <3 Forgive the ugly pic. it doesnt do him justice

Zukki the Chihuahua

2009-10-29T21:04:00.000+08:00

Hi! I'm Zukki the Chihuahua! Marikit made me today! <3 My friend is tsuki... the cute little kitty...

We are bottlecap sized!

Comments are love. <3

Tsuki the Kitty ( PATTERN INSIDE)

2009-10-29T09:15:00.007+08:00

I made this little critter last night and I loved it. My dear Koi called him Tsuki and since she looks like a moon cat, the name stuck. This is the first time im working with an amigurumi this small and i loved it. in fact, I made a mini chihuahua, Zukki as well.

I wrote up the pattern.This is my first pattern. Forgive me for mistakes I wasnt writing it down when I was making it, but this is basically how I made it

TSUKI the KITTY

( Note: I usually start with the magic ring or ch 2 and then sc in the ring)
Head.

R1 - 6 sc in the ring (6)
R2- 2 sc in each sc around (12)
R3- *2 sc in next stitch, sc in next* 6 times (18)
R4- *2 sc in next stitch, sc in next 2 sc* 6 times (24)
R5- *2sc in next stitch , sc in next 3 sc* 6 times (30)
R6- *2sc in next stitch, sc in next 4 stitches* 6 times (36)
R7-8- 1 sc in each stitch around (36)
R9- *sc 2 together, sc in the next 4 stitches* 6 times (30)
R10- *sc 2 together, sc in the next 3 stitches* 6 times(24)
R11- *sc 2 together, sc in the next 2 stitches- 6 times (18)
** at this point you can start stuffing it with polyfil**
R12- *sc 2 together, sc in the next stitch* 6 times (12)
R13- *sc 2 together* until close.
Fasten off, leave enough yarn for joining.

Body

R1 - 6 sc in the ring (6)
R2- 2 sc in each sc around (12)
R3- *2 sc in next stitch, sc in next* 6 times (18)
R4- *2 sc in next stitch, sc in next 2 sc* 6 times (24)
R5- *2sc in next stitch , sc in next 3 sc* 6 times (30)
R6-7- 1 sc in each stitch around (30)
R8- *sc 2 together, sc in the next 3 stitches* 6 times(24)
R9- *sc 2 together, sc in the next 2 stitches- 6 times (18)
** at this point you can start stuffing it with polyfil**
R10- *sc 2 together, sc in the next stitch* 6 times (12)
R11- *sc 2 together* until close.
Fasten off, leave enough yarn for joining.

Ears.
*make 2*

R1- 4sc in ring.
R2-*1 sc 2 sc in the next stitch * 2 times (6 sc)
R3- *2sc, 2sc in the next stitch* 2 times (8)
R4- *3 sc, 2 sc in next stitch* 2 times (10)
Finish off and leave tail long enough for fastening to head

LEGS
*make 4*

R1- 4 sc in ring
R2-4 - sc in each sc around
fasten off and leave tail long enough to fasten to body
* you can make this as long as you want I like my legs short and stubby*

TAIL

R1- ch12 (or longer if you want), sc in each sc, at this point it will start to curl. let it be.
now fasten off and then start whip stitching so it forms a tube. fasten off.

ASSEMBLY.

Now fasten all kitty parts. make sure you stitch together the front paws. and folde the ears so it looks like kitty ears. stitch the details and put a ribbon around her neck. or you can chain 16 and attach it around her neck, the pendant is only a chain 3 join in a ring with a smaller hook.

ENJOY TSUKI! <3

Crochet thoughts and rantings on

2009-10-26T15:05:00.003+08:00

I finished my reports early. Now I am dawdling while planning what to make tonight. I want to crochet now, but it would be rude. So I am contenting myself in looking at patterns I could use. ( I should make a pattern book) AND I really should continue the blanket. ( I WILL! I WILL!) and plan for the little business we are planning to start. Im thinking crocheted goods, sold individually, just a little bit. :) It might go a long way.

As for christmas presents. I'm making dolls/pillows/keychains for the kids, ribbons and tnings. Im not decided yet, but definitely, if I find the right polyfil I'll make amigurumis by the dozen. I just love them little critters. :)If not, bonnets and other adorable thingies await the lucky kids...

Maybe I could sell Mike Wazowskis, or mario cannons, little mushrooms or baby stars. .. I should stock up on beads and the like. It's gonna be fun. I think I'll be having more fun -- making new things are fun. making money off them is fun also but challenging myself to make things are the best.

:)

Mike Wazowski!!

2009-10-25T21:46:00.001+08:00

I cant help it! I have to make him!! It's the call of the bright green yarn!! I made 2 things that are Mike Wazowski inspired:

Keychain/amigurumi

As posted in my former post, here's my ipod case!

I adore this little critter to death!

Monsters ate my MP4!!

2009-10-23T20:49:00.001+08:00

WAH!!! This monster ate my ipod -- well, actually my friend's... he fell in love with the little thing when he saw him and so I gave the monster to him...

So I let him. And made myself....

MIKE WAZOWSKI!! <3 don't you just love him? What do you guys think?

Im hoping mike would stay with me for a long time and protect my mp4

Crochet madness!

2009-10-18T18:12:00.004+08:00

I have been addicted to crochet before but not this bad. It's getting to be a habit. It's the first thing I do in the morning and the last thing I do before I go to bed at night. It's addicting and productive and I LOVE IT! I havent made this much before and i am proud of myself.

I made cellphone cases, hats, bag for resha, a granny square wheel for a bag I'm still planning to make, several granny squares for the blanket for a friend and a full baby blanket for katrice! It's liberating to actually finish projects. It makes me want more.

I am actually glad I am back in the habit. If you want me to crochet up something for you. I will! Let me know!

My life path number :)

2009-10-13T16:30:00.002+08:00

THIS IS SO TRUE! Hahaha.

Life Path Number 6: The Nurturer

Whether you are a man or a woman, if you are born under the Life Path Number 6 you have the gift of being the emotional centre of your family (or workplace, or town).

In order to feel happy, you must feel useful, and useful you are. A Life Path Number 6 is the ultimate family head, not in a dominating way but more like the axle on which the wheel turns. This is the most home and family oriented of numbers.

You are probably always ready to offer a friendly ear to a colleague, a home-cooked meal to a sad friend or a soothing touch to a sick child. You have emotional support to spare and your advice (when you give it) tends to be practical, kind and effective. Although your own moral code tends towards the conservative, you try very hard not to judge anyone else and this shines through in all of your dealings with people. You are probably loved, trusted and admired by those who know you well.

The downside of this wonderful nurturing ability is that you may feel that you are always the one waiting to pick up the load that other people drop. This is a very real danger for you, especially from the unscrupulous types who have no qualms about letting someone else do their dirty work. So ingrained is it in you to help wherever you can that you sometimes assume that everyone in the world is as trustworthy and fair as you are. If only it were so. This tendency to take on the burdens of others doesn't just apply to strangers and acquaintances: family members and other loved ones who are great people may often find themselves leaning on you just a little too heavily. From time to time, it is in the best interests of a Life Path Number 6 to say no, even if it's just for the practise.

Remember that it is sometimes just as helpful to let your loved ones take a little fall as it is to catch them.

Hooked on Crafting again!

2009-10-13T08:19:00.005+08:00

I really thought I kicked the habit. I thought that I have left crafting behind when I moved back home. It was because materials were scarce and I really didnt have time for anything when I started my double jobs . But I was searching for a way to create- my inner muse wouldnt let me sleep until I did. So in my free time I drew, I sang, I wrote - none of them could really appease the extreme wantings of my ravaged and deprived muse.

I was an extreme crafter before. I created everything from Kitty hats, bags, purses, cosplay. I stenciled art, I sewed, I made plushies. doggie clothes etc. etc. etc.... The Picture above and on the left shows most of the things I have made during my long crafting hours in the US. The proximity of Michael's , Joann's and other crafting superstores gave me the ability to create everything I ever dreamed of.

But when I came home to the Philippines, I was deprived and sad because crafting was a thing of the past. I didnt have an easy access to my materials. I havent had time to use my new sewing machine. I simply didn't have time to do anything anymore. Up until one day, my grandmother gave me yarn and hooks that she had left over. I had made small projects, Cellphone bags, clips and a hat. I even tried the Tunisian Crochet technique, but since I really had no inspiration or no one to make things for, I stopped. I just didnt have the drive to finish them knowing that even if I do start, I wouldnt be able to follow through because of lack of materials.

Then, came Baby Katrice. I needed to do something special for her since she was the baby of one of my BEST FRIENDS. I wanted to make her something that she could use for a long time and take as an heirloom. Gifts were impersonal and I wanted something new. I looked at my really small yarn stash and decided I could possibly use it all up and make a small blanket for the baby.
I started the project last Sunday and from then on I couldn't put the hook down! I made 4 granny squares 12" in a span of 2 days. From a simple white pinwheel square to a gorgeous star granny,I progressed to 3 other 12" squares to make this really cute purple pink blue baby blanket that I hope that she will like. It's not done yet but I want to share the progress pics for this pretty little blanket..

Top right, is the circle Granny square made of scrap purple and blue yarn, and pink acrylic yarn from Skylab Commercial ( I still think I need a better place for materials) , next to it is the star granny square ( I simply adore that square. ) Below it is the simply white Pinwheel square (I would put a big K there :)) and next to it is the blocks granny square. I dont have a pattern for most of these so they are a bit uneven but I think they will be alright. I am planning to put a powder blue and white bindings on it as well. I think it will look just fine. I think I could finish the whole thing by tommorow or Thursday. I need to wash it over the weekend before I could give it to the baby. I want it nice and soft by the time I give it to her!

I am thinking that after this, Im gonna get back into the crafting habit. It makes me happy, it makes my mood bettter and It does me good. Maybe an afghan for a couple friends? I also need to explore Divisoria and Quiapo for materials.

Im excited. TIME TO GET CRAFTING!

Disasters and the best and worst of Filipinos

2009-10-02T09:16:00.004+08:00

I feel fear kicking in. There is a threat of a new storm -- PARMA (Pepeng) who entered the Philippines just yesterday inciting fear and dread amongst our countrymen. We haven't recovered from Ketsana ( Ondoy) -- water is still high in many areas. People have not been reached by relief, people have not been helped. Now comes this, it is as if it is adding salt to a wound, or insult to injury. What the hell is going on here?

Disaster really brings out the BEST and WORST out of people. On one hand, people are giving all out for the victims of ONDOY and now are preparing to help people in case Pepeng whips us again. ( Lord, please no.) People have given a lot, more than enough to share to our less fortunate countrymen - they pooled resources together, volunteered time, money and effort, and gave everything including LOVE and PRAYERS to the people affected by the storm. The true spirit of BAYANIHAN is felt amongst us.

However some EVIL people are taking advantage of the situation. PARTICULARLY THOSE IN THE BUREAU OF CUSTOMS who take away those sent by people from other countries to help the victims and take it for themselves. They delay relief goods, steal, plunder those who have nothing. I am angry and disgusted at the PIGS of society who eat off and take those not for them - instead of helping, they even show their true SELFISH AND GREEDY colors. I know it is wrong, but I wish they become victims so they can feel how it is to have nothing again. I wish they feel the effect of what they are doing to their unfortunate countrymen.

How about those businessmen who raised prices? How about those who take advantage of this situation to ask for donations that go directly to their pockets? Those who steal truckloads of appliances from the floodvictims, those who plunder and take those not theirs. They are the worst kinds of worms in this situation. They should be punished.Along with those people who are inconsiderate enough to say words - not of encouragement but of insult and injury to their fellowmen. (HOY JACQUES BERMEJO FLEX NADAL MGA PILIPINO RIN KAYO!)

Our country is in peril, our country is in danger - grave and deep. But let us look beyond this and use this as a chance to unite our country once again. Because, in spite of it all, I am still PROUD to be called a Filipino. We are one Nation, one country, one family.

And look around you.. instead of despair, instead of tears of dread and fear, there is still a part of us who keeps the FILIPINO SPIRIT alive and kicking. We find humor in the dreariest things, we find a way to :-) smile, in spite of it all...

Ondoy: my thoughts and prayers

2009-09-27T19:29:00.006+08:00

People drowning. People crying. People needing help. People wanting help. People desperate. People who are missing. People who are missing them. People who needs to be rescued. People who rescue.

This is the scene in the Philippines. This is what we need to focus on. People. Lives. Humans. It is more important than anything. Than TVs, cars, PSPs and other things that you can think of that is lost in this great tragedy. We must remember that these people need us and we must do all that we can to help them.

I am frustrated. All I could do is call and text my help. All I could do is pray. All I could do is give a little of what I have for them.

I feel guilty sitting here on my computer. I want to be there to help, but I know that if I go there, I could be another problem. So lets continue with our vigil in prayer, and continue to give what we can now to the people who needs them

This is a shout out to all who can and has the capacity to help. If you can, let us save these people in need. Particularly in Cainta, Marikina Area. Our fellowmen need us. If only I can, I would be there as well...

It was annoying that it came so sudden. NO WARNING. Don't we have a weather bureau? why arent we warned? Why are we caught unprepared? PLEASE TELL ME. PLEASE TELL ME. I do not understand why our government didnt tell us to warn us.

Thank GOD that Filipinos have natural adaptivity and the Bayanihan system. Thank God for people who are helping. Thank God for the media. Thank God for everyone who helps. Thank God for the rescue team. May He bless them with more strength.

This is the time we need to unite. This is the time we have to show our being PINOY

PLEASE PRAY FOR EVERYONE IN NEED OF RESCUE RIGHT NOW.
PRAY FOR OUR COUNTRY.

Adventures in Real Estate: Terror Tenant

2009-09-26T18:49:00.005+08:00

One day a realtor woke up early in the morning to the sound of Rain and thunder. It was dark outside. VERY DARK because the big storm ONDOY was plauging her town. However, she had to work that day - being that it was the day that Ms. T was moving in to the palace that she had rented out.

She was ready. everything was set, except, the big storm came and flooded everything! The streets were gone, and everything was almost like a sea. Ms. T kept on calling, demanding the poor little realtor to give her the keys to the palace - NO MATTER WHAT. The little realtor did everything in her power to get to her to no avail

The storm was still raging and the little realtor was in tears. She knew that Ms. T would turn into a witch if she didnt get the keys. So she was afraid -- she begged and begged for Ms. T to forgive her and understand her - but Ms T had no heart. She had no plans of stopping her demands and this left the little realtor desolate and in despair.

It was flooding everywhere! Ms. Realtor was trapped. She couldnt give the key to Ms T. And now she knows she will suffer a curse if she could not deliver the key to Ms. T the next day. Hopefully the storm has passed and waters are gone or else, Ms. T will curse her forever.

(... to be continued )

Pink Roses : Love is not INSTANT

2009-09-26T09:02:00.005+08:00

I got pink roses the other day. 15 long stems of gorgeous pink roses from a mystery person ( who turned out to be not so mysterious). I was flattered, I was flabbergasted that someone would spend at least PHP 3,000.00 on flowers that would wilt, wither and die to win my heart.

The card only said...

How about this?

No name, no address, no clue. Not even a single piece of evidence about the guy who sent it. It was fun thinking that it may be from a certain Prince. But possibilities ran endless. Though, admittedly, I was inwardly thrilled. I just didn't like the stares, intrigue and the person who sent it.

The person soon called and I learned who it was from. I didnt like him. I only liked him as a friend and I would never think in a million years of dating this person. So the flowers lost their appeal the moment I learned who it was from. I got worried that people may think I like him. Blah, blah, blah... I thanked him for the present and insisted then that we just be friends. Yet, he insisted that he wanted a relationship.

In my blog Secreat Admirers, you could read about my thoughts on these guys who send mystery gifts. It may be flattering but it could be also a waste of time. You could also be spending money on a lost cause, so boys, maybe next time, try talking to her first -- diba? but if you just really want to show your appreciation. By all means, Give! GIVE! GIVE!

On another note, is it just me or boys could be so impatient lately. Where are the gentlemen? The kariñoso boys that would woo you and wait? Now, it seems to be all instant. There's no more courting. No more going to the house and trying to win her heart. Everything is done through text. Through phone. INSTANTLY. Everything is just like 3-in-1 coffee. JUST ADD WATER.

I know of couples who just met one day, dated and became a couple the day after. Is that really love? or pure lust? Or maybe desperation? If it works out, then thats amazing and great. If not, could that really be considered a relationship?

*sigh* maybe I'm thinking too much about this. But call me old fashioned, but I like the old way of courtship. I think its sweeter, its nicer and its more reason to be sure to have less heartaches. Right? Plus, if you do so, it could be cheaper too. ahahah!!

Kudos!!

Diet Dilemma

2009-09-16T15:53:00.005+08:00

I say this everyday. "MAGDIDIET NA TALAGA AKO! DI NA AKO MAGKASYA SA UNIFORM KO!" Everyday, I recite the mantra. "I will go on a diet today. I will lose serious weight." over and over and over. I groan each time I see look in the mirror. I cry whenever I cant fit into my favorite clothes. I sigh everytime I shop and see that I have to buy a size bigger - I get frustrated, mad, angry, depressed, sad and annoyed.

I know what I must do. I understand the need for me to lose weight. I understand that I must discipline myself to do it. BUT WHY IS IT SO DAMN HARD?

I mean, I'm not that big. My friends tell me that I'm just right. I'm not that big, that I look fine. But I am not happy with myself, I feel lousy. I just feel big. So it's really something that I need to do.

Last year, I succeeded to lose at least 15 lbs. I lost 5 inches off my waist. My goal now is to maintain this and lose at least one or two more. How did I do that last year? EFFORT, Serious discipline and effort - and the fact that I got really really really sick after practically starving myself for at least three months.

I told myself, I could do it back then, why not now? Maybe last year, I was pressured to. I was really really chubby back then and I really felt bad. Maybe last year, I had more focus to do it, but now... Well, now, Im stressed out (I tend to binge eat and want my endorphins, i.e. CHOCOLATE) I tend to be more tired and hungry - because of more work. I just tend to feel that whenever I need the energy, I eat. I JUST EAT.

Plus add to that the following factors that make me NOT lose weight:

This office has a constant, abundant and very free flowing supply of food and CHOCOLATES in the office coming from seafarers coming in from different ports almost daily.
Seafarers often treat us to big lunches in yummy restaurants.
Stress. You get stressed you eat.
Boredom. You get bored you eat.
Recently, the messman cooks awesome food. So I eat.

I guess It's ME who needs to discipline herself. I guess that I need to keep myself reasonably fit. Sleep early, TRY to exercise, and keep myself from binge eating. I should eat more fruits, keep myself disciplined in eating the right amount of food.

I have to try. Once more, to be disciplined as I was before. I swear, I'll lose weight before Christmas parties begin. I swear....

T-Shirt Designs for LSGH

2009-09-13T19:59:00.006+08:00

It's actually been a while since I last designed something. Vectoring is not really a forte but it can be done. A friend of mine asked me to design a couple of shirts for his son's family day affair for La Salle Greenhills. Here are some of the designs I came up with:

Theme 1: 4 Pabor Reuse. Reduce. Recycle

They actually come in different colors check them out HERE

Theme 2: 4 A BETTER WORLD

Cute ba? Let me know what you guys think. I can designs shirt if you want just let me know what you guys want. ehehe ( Plugging)

09-09-09

2009-09-09T09:09:00.004+08:00

This Calendrical Anomaly amuses me. Just as 08-08-08 did and the starting of the Beijing Olympics. I believe that 09-09-09 is special

Here are some things that make the day so odd:

This coming September 9, 2009, is the 252nd day of the year, 252 adds to 9, and 09-09-09 = 27.

09-09-09 is also the last of the single-digits dates for quite a while - 92 years to be precise.

It is also the upside-down number of "the beast" - satan = 666, of course.

The day itself falls on a Wednesday and both Wednesday & September have 9 letters.
Apple Ipod has an event that is related to it. :P

(source: wikianswers)

Yahoo says:

Have special plans this 09/09/09?

Everyone from brides and grooms to movie studio execs are celebrating the upcoming calendrical anomaly in their own way.

In Florida, at least one county clerk's office is offering a one-day wedding special for $99.99. The rarity of this Sept. 9 hasn't been lost on the creators of the iPod, who have moved their traditional Tuesday release day to Wednesday to take advantage of the special date. Focus Features is releasing their new film "9," an animated tale about the apocalypse, on the 9th.

Not only does the date look good in marketing promotions, but it also represents the last set of repeating, single-digit dates that we'll see for almost a century (until January 1, 2101), or a millennium (mark your calendars for January 1, 3001), depending on how you want to count it.

Though technically there's nothing special about the symmetrical date, some concerned with the history and meaning of numbers ascribe powerful significance to 09/09/09.

For cultures in which the number nine is lucky, Sept. 9 is anticipated - while others might see the date as an ominous warning.

Math magic

Modern numerologists - who operate outside the realm of real science - believe that mystical significance or vibrations can be assigned to each numeral one through nine, and different combinations of the digits produce tangible results in life depending on their application.

As the final numeral, the number nine holds special rank. It is associated with forgiveness, compassion and success on the positive side as well as arrogance and self-righteousness on the negative, according to numerologists.

Though usually discredited as bogus, numerologists do have a famous predecessor to look to. Pythagoras, the Greek mathematician and father of the famous theorem, is also credited with popularizing numerology in ancient times.

"Pythagoras most of all seems to have honored and advanced the study concerned with numbers, having taken it away from the use of merchants and likening all things to numbers," wrote Aristoxenus, an ancient Greek historian, in the 4th century B.C.

As part of his obsession with numbers both mathematically and divine, and like many mathematicians before and since, Pythagoras noted that nine in particular had many unique properties.

Any grade-schooler could tell you, for example, that the sum of the two-digits resulting from nine multiplied by any other single-digit number will equal nine. So 9x3=27, and 2+7=9.

Multiply nine by any two, three or four-digit number and the sums of those will also break down to nine. For example: 9x62 = 558; 5+5+8=18; 1+8=9.

Sept. 9 also happens to be the 252nd day of the year (2 + 5 +2)...

Loving 9

Both China and Japan have strong feelings about the number nine. Those feelings just happen to be on opposite ends of the spectrum.

The Chinese pulled out all the stops to celebrate their lucky number eight during last year's Summer Olympics, ringing the games in at 8 p.m. on 08/08/08. What many might not realize is that nine comes in second on their list of auspicious digits and is associated with long life, due to how similar its pronunciation is to the local word for long-lasting (eight sounds like wealth).

Historically, ancient Chinese emperors associated themselves closely with the number nine, which appeared prominently in architecture and royal dress, often in the form of nine fearsome dragons. The imperial dynasties were so convinced of the power of the number nine that the palace complex at Beijing's Forbidden City is rumored to have been built with 9,999 rooms.

Japanese emperors would have never worn a robe with nine dragons, however.

In Japanese, the word for nine is a homophone for the word for suffering, so the number is considered highly unlucky - second only to four, which sounds like death.

Many Japanese will go so far as to avoid room numbers including nine at hotels or hospitals, if the building planners haven't already eliminated them altogether.

marikit says:

It could be a lucky day as I believe it is. :) I just enjoy the fact that this would be the last of its kind for a while. 92 years? How many people can say that theyve lived through this? I can! :0 so lets enjoy 09-09-09!! And if I were you, I'll try the LOTTO today. hahahahah!! Swerte daw eh! <3

Adventures in Real Estate: Couple Dynamics

2009-09-05T20:41:00.006+08:00

I dealt with two different sets of couples today when I went out to bring my clients on site tripping. I was highly amused at them and learned a lot about couple dynamics while selling.

Note: Both men were seafarers whose wives work here in the Philippines.

The first couple, the Engineer, were an older couple who was looking for an investment in Manila and a place to stay whenever they are around town. The man was a 2nd Engineer who earned quite a hefty sum. They were looking for at least a 2 Bedroom ( but ideally 3BR) around Bacoor/Imus area. Now, I brought them to Crown Asia properties and watched as the woman bounced and oohed and ahhed around the properties wanting for more. The man held back, watched and looked at the furnishings as well as asked for specifications of lot plans, and other material details. He was more into quality rather than quantity -and seemed intent to find a place that would make his wife happy.

The man was quiet, watching his wife and asking practical questions such as: "What kind of material is used on the walls? How safe is the area? How far is it from the main road?" Etc. Etc. While the wife asked more on how big the rooms are, what kind of motif it was and she looked at location, ambiance and was easily impressed by beautiful interiors.

I brought them around,watching their reactions as we went from site to site checking out each model home. Finally, we brought them to Amara, a Ready for Occupancy unit near the entrance of Ponticelli, corner lot and near the guard house. It was valued at around 5million. The woman looked like she struck gold and kept on saying how much she loved the location and how much she loved the layout and the structure of the house.

The man checked out the windows, the sockets the walls, everything. He seemed to like the property as well - but as it is well over his budget, he abstained. The woman kept on making comments on how easy it is to find, how accessible and how safe the area was. He didnt even look at her. It was like he really didn't want to be there -yet he was there and he was really interested in looking for property. (Lets hope he really is)

They were a little more aloof, more like "Tourist buyers" and I think since they have the means to buy, theyre not really in a hurry to do so. I let them leave with only a hope that one of the properties interested them.

The second couple, the Oilers were a younger couple who was looking for a low cost home to restart their life in. This time, there was no haggling or talking to needed, just a little persuasion. They have researched their options very well, they know their budget and they know exactly where they want to live ( My ideal kind of clients). They also needed this house urgently as they wanted to stop renting the house they were living in.

We met and we began our search. Now, the first project we went to was a Camella Project with a few different options - a duplex, single detached, and more. so we checked out each model and found the duplex very appealing.

The man was just like Mr. Engineer who checked out the technicalities, while wife - was very interested in layout, practicality, ambiance, accessibility and design. It was actually more fun talking to them. They were asking more serious payment questions as they were seriously going to buy.

Our friendly site manager, was pleased with their decisiveness and urged us to get going to the office to make a reservation. We almost did. Until I stopped and turned around to tell them to weigh their options before making an impulse buy. We turned around and checked out the Profriends project nearby (their first choice) and found several open units we liked.

The first was lovely, it was near the farm and was a corner lot, the rest were mid-lots but had space. They were mostly impressed by the home layout and the rooms. Plus, since the price was just right, they decided that this was it. Now, we are just hoping for a close within the week. :)

With this couple, it was apparent that they knew what they wanted. The man kept on asking the wife if this is what she really wanted. She was going to make the final decision, though the man was firm that budget-wise, there was a limit. It was only a matter of choosing the right lot for them. They joked, made fun and talked. I had fun watching them as they toured their new home.

I think with these two the similarities stopped at being seafarers and both needing to seek approval from their wives for the property. Meanwhile, Mrs. Engineer was more pushy --while Mrs. Oiler was more decisive and firm. It was easy to sell to both - though :) of course , its all up to them now.

I had a good day on the site. Im hoping for a better one soon!

Beware: the EVIL Plot Bunnies

2009-09-04T15:16:00.005+08:00

I have serious plot bunnies in my head. I need to sort them all out before I start my NaNoWriMo ( National Novel Writing Month) planning this month. I have all kinds of bunnies - I have Psycho bunnies, romance bunnies, crazy bunnies, emo bunnies. murderous bunnies, good bunnies, bad bunnies - name it, i have it! And they are very EVIL. SRSLY.

Some of you maybe asking. WTF is a PLOT BUNNY? Are they cute? Are they the ones that hop around and eat carrots? Do they have a wriggly pink nose? Do they have bushy tails?

PLOT BUNNY (from URBAN DICTIONARY) - An idea for a story that gnaws at the brain until written.

Plot bunnies are nice when you need inspiration. But not when you need to sleep or work. ( Like Right now!) They nag you and nag you until you give in and sit up at 3 am on your computer typing or writing furiously until they make you stop or you just drop from exhaustion. Plot bunnies are demanding little critters that hop around your brain - making you do things. :)

They could make you cry, fall in love, go insane, make you murderous, make your characters go psycho - make you psycho. Theyre the little voices in your head that create characters. Theyre annoying muses that wants to play or be written.

You have no choice as a writer but to follow. You can't hate them. You have to love them. No matter how demandingly annoying they are. You have no choice. I have tried many times to lock them up and/or send them via Fed-Ex to Antartica but to no avail. They escape from the box or come back with a fury -- with more annoying plots that fill up your brain.

I have to tame them before NANOWRIMO comes. If anyone has any ideas how, let me know... :) Id be grateful.

Dreams of a Simple Life

2009-09-03T14:57:00.006+08:00

I dreamt about a simple life last night. A three bedroom house in suburbia, with a kid or two and a loving husband who dotes on me. My business was flourishing. I was relaxed, I wasn't running around like a chicken with my head cut off. I wasn't on the phone 24/7. I was happy. I was contented and satisfied. If that is my future, then I would work hard to get there. Because what I dreamt of was the ideal.

I think, what my dream meant was that I really need to simplify my life. There are things in life that could make you happy that are not so complicated. That doesn't require money or much effort. I believe it's that complications in life that makes you stressed and unhappy. :(

My dream was bliss. PURE BLISS the only thing that was extraordinary about my dream was the simplicity of it. There were no adventurous lines, not even romance or mystery. It was simply ordinary. Like it was meant to happen. Maybe, my dream is showing me what I could have.

I wish I could fast forward time or jump into my dream. I really need that simplicity in my helter skelter life right now.

A Box of Curly Tops: Some Tough Lessons Learned

2009-09-02T16:51:00.006+08:00

I am downing a whole box of chocolate curly tops at the moment. Im not supposed to because I have sworn it off because I am on a diet. So, Yes, I am depressed. Why? Well because SMART decided to say that I have to SETTLE AGAIN my payment because they are dumb and they lost my payment. I decided never to trust machines again and decided to pay always in a Bayad Center or through Cashier. If only I did not need this line. If only my business didn't depend on this cellphone, I would cut it and settle for prepaid.

But, alas! I need the line. It is my money maker. All my clients, contacts and my LIFE is in that phone. So I have to bite it and just take the blow. I know it will come back to me a thousand fold or more.

Shit. Thank god for Endorphins. Thank God for chocolates, thank God for curly tops. Though it ruins my diet, I, at least feel a little better. At least, I think that there is a lesson learned that never trust machines too much. Always double check everything. Do not be too complacent. Maybe it's my fault for being stupid and careless.

Lets just pray that this good feeling lasts. Because I know I am about to cry. Its still hard earned money lost.

But aside from that, at least I have my chocolate. And At least, I have something sweet and tasty and good to make me smile...

:(

SMART's Not So SMART Move.

2009-09-01T19:39:00.005+08:00

I am NOT amused. I do not think that SMART Telecom is too smart. In fact, I think that there is something going on within the branch/payment area. You see, I was totally happy with my new SMART GOLD PLAN 800 - up until last Sunday. When some idiot from SMART called me and told me that my payment envelope was empty and there was NO MONEY inside the envelope. My reaction, IMPOSSIBLE.

1. There was money inside the envelope. I carefully counted it out, put it inside the envelope and was thinking if I was doing the right thing of putting some advance payment along with my current bill payment. ( OF COURSE, INSTINCT WAS RIGHT and I SHOULD HAVE LISTENED - I shouldnt have paid in advance).

2. I missed precious lunch break chika with my girls for it. I missed LUNCH period. Though there are no complaints in the Diet department there, I could have just gabbed away and not stressed waiting in line and going through the hot Manila sun to get to Rob Ermita to get scammed.

I was shocked. More than shocked. I was furious. I was worried and annoyed. I got paranoid even to the point that I kept on rethinking the events of the day.

What happened?

I went to SMART Telecom Rob Ermita Wireless Center to get my SMART MONEY card. I was told I was going to pay PHP30.00 for the processing fee. I decide that it was a good chance to pay my bill as well. So, I wait. I fix the envelope and wait. I count out my Money, I put it in the envelope, seal it and watch the screen for my number.

I was number 5018. I got called. I come up to the counter and this thin girl with glasses didnt even greet me. So I gave her my PHP30.00 Payment and ask her nicely if she could process my payment as well, since I was already at the counter. She said "Kiosk nalang po, Ma'am." I ask her again. She repeated the answer. She said "Medyo matagal po ang ating resibo magbayad po muna kayo."

I, being the obedient one, obeyed and followed instructions. The Kiosk was easy. I keyed in all necessary information. I submitted my payment and I put the envelope in the slot, got my receipt watched as my envelope fell into the slot and then turned to go to the window to get my receipt from the glasses girl. She gave me the receipt asked me to sign and off I went thinking and feeling accomplished that I have finished paying my bills and had advanced payments so I wouldnt think about SMART for a while.

WRONG. VERY WRONG. Come, Sunday, they called me and annoyed me. I called them several times to follow up. I almost cried in anger because they kept saying they couldn't do anything for me after all the explanation.

THEY COULD DO NOTHING FOR ME.

I was supposed to swallow it all up and pay them again. Me, being an entrepreneur, it takes a lot for me to dig into my wallet and SPEND my hard earned money. I hold myself back. I want to save. I need money for more important things like my VAT registration, my future office, materials, etc, etc. But smart doesn't care. It's got a MONEY EATING MONSTER inside that steals the hard earned cash of the people.

To top it all off, I know they are lying. Because the first person I talked to said that the envelope was there and there was NO MONEY in it. The second person said that there was NO ENVELOPE. PERIOD. Which do I believe? I think they're bluffing.

THEY STOLE MY MONEY. THEY ARE GOING TO PAY.

I dont know what to do. I dont have that much money to pay again. I don't even know where to go. I want to see what they are going to do. Maybe I could go to the NTC. Maybe I should report them. What do you guys suggest I do?

What Superwoman really needs

2009-08-26T10:50:00.008+08:00

I suddenly wish I was a Gremlin that multiplies in water or have the power to clone myself! ( KAGEBUNSHIN NO JUTSU!) Maybe even having the locket that Hermione Granger had in Harry Potter ( I think it was called the Time Turner) so I can do everything I need in the time I need to do it and be in two - or more- places at the same time. I feel like I'm about to burst. I wish I can split myself into two and revolve around - 1, 2, 3, 4... four worlds.

I'm first and foremost an Admin Asst in our Family Business and it's work for four people. I am a Realtor with a start up business (SOUTHERN POINT REALTY) and many clients. I am a daughter and sister to my family and of course, I am a fangirl who has her own wants and needs and fandom to pursue. I have so many things that I want to do in each part of me that I just want to BURST right now and scream.

I know that I have my limits, though I am seriously pushing it. I know I am human and that I can get tired and get hurt. Though, many people call me SUPERWOMAN because they think I am tireless and have endless amounts of powers. If anything is wrong, Maia can do it! If something needs to be done, Maia can do it! I am not complaining. Most of the time I take it upon myself to do that. But sometimes, I am just plain TIRED.

At work, I am loaded with REPORTS, FILINGS, DATA NUMBERS, FOLDERS, FORMS, PAPERS, APPOINTMENTS, CASES, PROBLEMS, ALLOTMENTS, BILLS, PAYMENTS, REQUESTS ,CERTIFICATIONS, EMAILS, INQUIRIES, DESIGNS, PAYSLIPS, ETC. ETC. ETC. It's enough to make anyone cry for help. I have to re-do reports, start over databases from scratch, rinse, repeat. Since my predecessor was a Nincompoop, I had to do everything. (Of course I'm not complaining!)

Southern Point Realty is my own business. I was excited - still am. BUT MY GOSH! I didn't know it was going to be this tough. ( Malou, you are RIGHT!) But with God's Grace, hardwork and a lot of sacrifice, I know that the Realty would launch beautifully. ( Hopefully within the year!)

I have had barely enough sleep in the past few weeks.I think I am getting sick. My social life just DIED. (RIP Social Life). My friends don't even know me anymore. (Who's that?) I am in an HIATUS til UNKNOWN to my FANDOMS. (Who knows when I will have the time or the strength to return?) I make time for my family - that's important. But my business and my work rule my life.

I admit I am a workaholic. It's something I am not proud of. But It's a sacrifice I have to make to make it big in this industry. Manny Villar said "Sipag at Tiyaga!" I am trying my hardest to emulate his actions - maybe to build an empire like his or even succeed in a few great deals that may help me gain a more stable life - and feed my poor, deprived bank account.

I know that at the end of the day, I would still be okay. The sun would always shine after the rain. I would be I am just hoping for a little release. Maybe a little vacation from all this. or even, help in a few things that I am doing. I need an assistant, a PA, a second brain, a shoulder to cry on and someone to rant on when things get tough.

I realized that SUPERWOMAN needs a sidekick. She needs a person who would be there to remind her of the little things that are important. She needs a person to call on to rave when things go right. Someone who can pat me on the back, someone who can just be there when I need company or to remind me to eat, drink or that I am human and that I need rest.

I think what SUPERWOMAN really needs is not really time, but to sit back, relax and refocus. I have been so uptight lately that I feel like I am a ticking time bomb. Maybe, I could take a break. Maybe soon... When I have time.

I hope I have time...

My WANT list....

2009-08-23T18:26:00.004+08:00

It's exhausting and draining to start your own business from scratch. I honestly scrimped and saved each penny that I put in this business from my own pocket - none from the 'rents - and my pride tells me that it should stay that way. I want something my own and something that I know that I gave my all to. I really have changed a lot since I decided to start out on this new venture. I am putting so much of myself in it that it's almost starting to be an obsession.

I have sacrificed so much for this business. My wallet screams from its empty state - but I tell myself that it's for a huge return. My wardrobe seriously needs a facelift ( and me, being a sworn fashionista and shopaholic- that says a LOT). I haven't been eating out, buying my favorite treats, going out to get spa treatments ( my inner kikay screams!), or even getting a well deserved mani-pedi. Gone were the days of pampering myself outside -- and now all I do is home treatments. Pero, maganda parin!

I just tell myself. "If you do this, and your realty succeeds - and it will and when you get a sale. You can get a new pair of shoes from Steve Madden or those yummy Nine West heels you've been eyeing for months! Who cares if they're last season! You deserve it!" Self motivation. Inuuto ko nalang ang sarili ko. But you know, it actually works!! I am actually more motivated to sell and finish the dredging task of finishing that website and updating it. It makes me wake up at 5:00 am on a SATURDAY morning to go to an Accreditation Seminar. It makes me check my e-mails even when I am half -asleep. It motivates me to go and talk to people with a bright smile - even when I don't like them. It makes me happier, more focused, more set on the prize. It even makes me forget that I am tired.

GOAL SETTING = MOTIVATION= ACTION = RESULT = HAPPINESS!

So, I put up on my wall, a list of material things I want to have (both the silly and the serious) - at least within 5 years and this is what I came up with.

A Condo AND/OR a House - makati/daang hari.
A New Laptop ( Gateway broke!! :() - i kinda want the small presentation friendly type.
A car (CRV?!)
A nice Louis Vuitton/Prada or Kate Spade Document Bag
the Southern Point Realty Office ( Complete with interior and my nice glass/metal desk)
At least PHP2M in the bank
A new cellphone ( the ones with email) / or PDA
Go to Japan for Vacation/Watch a JE Concert
A toy dog (jack russel terrier/ shih tzu/ westie)
A New COMPLETE Wardrobe
Nihonggo advanced lessons
Jewelry (what woman doesnt want this)
Shopping Spree in Macau/HK and BANGKOK
Spend for my favorite Inaanak's first birthday
a brand new computer

It sounds ambitious, crazy or downright insane but its what I want and it's what I will get. I want to look at this list all the time so I can keep focused on the prize. I am only hoping to cross the list out one by one. :) starting with the LAPTOP. I really need it. SERIOUSLY. I also want beside my selfish and childish goals - to really have a life that I could be comfortable in. A life I could be proud of, a business that is flourishing and satisfaction that would make even me-- the biggest critic of myself to be happy and proud of myself.

My Brand New Venture: SOUTHERN POINT REALTY

2009-08-14T13:51:00.005+08:00

I have been a proud holder of a Real Estate Broker's License for a few months already. Of course, I was excited to start to practice but I was honestly unsure and scared of where to start. I have asked my mentors, went to seminars, and started to build a network of friends, family, and other colleagues from which I could get listings, moral support, sales, and even honest opinions on what I am about to do. But then again, I still wasn't sure. I was still scared - I was still alone.

I had a partner and we toyed around with the idea of a cooperative - but it died down quickly. It was too ambitious, too big --- and we weren't ready for that being neophytes and babies of the Realty world. So, I waited, and talked to people who were in the same boat as me and finally chose two with whom I had similar points of views, who I felt most comfortable and confident with. So we bonded, talked, met and many e-mails, phone conversations and texts later - we decided that this was it. We were partners we were forming a realty - but what name?

We tossed a few ideas around and I asked friends. Then one of them, the closest and the dearest gave me the idea through a simple text. "SOUTHERN POINT REALTY." It felt good. I liked it. It was sosyal. It felt big and it felt like it was mine. It was the type of name I can be proud of.

So, I went ahead and registered the name and after a few days, I got the APPROVAL. I was so happy. It felt like a big deal to me! I felt that my world was going to change completely. I felt so happy that I got this officially. It's starting. My own business, MY OWN NAME- MY OWN NEW LIFE. I got this without the help of my parents, I got this without the help of anyone. I worked for this. I deserve this.

Southern Point Realty is a GO. I am happy. I have wanted and prayed for this for so long. This is my new baby. This is my own. My only and my PRECIOUS.

THANK GOD !! TO HIM BE THE GLORY AND THE HONOR AND POWER!!

The Power of a Child

2009-08-13T20:40:00.005+08:00

Children are very powerful. Babies most especially. Their huge eyes, their tiny features, their innocence - everything about them is very powerful. With one look they can make us do things we aren't used to. My brother came home from Law School to be with the baby. He stopped going out and actually stayed home. I used to hate being home, now I rush home every time. I baby talk, I clean up dirty diapers, I even stop working to watch the baby. I even share precious beauty sleep to check on the kid. It's not even mine.

What power do they have? Why do we come when they cry? Why do we coo when they smile? But I am grateful really, because they have the power to destress me from a long and harsh day of work. I seriously feel better when I see her. I feel that everything is alright and that tommorow will be another day. The kid changed us, she gave us hope, a more positive outlook, a better lifestyle and she brought back laughter in our life.

The greatest power this kid has, is the ability to UNITE the family. We enjoy pampering her, feeding her and showering her with our love. She's a little mutant, with the power to make us come together and set aside our differences, be nice to each other and be one again. She's our little supergirl - our savior, and the little angel who gave us back that family feeling.

I seriously think that children are the most powerful people on earth. Seriously, because anybody would follow a child -- they have us wrapped around their tiny little finger.\

Move over Energizer Bunny!

2009-08-08T20:46:00.005+08:00

That bunny will be out of a job soon. I'm taking it's place because I am such a workaholic, or so they say. I keep going and going and going and going and going.... you get the picture. Today, I was very productive.

I closed a short term lease for my SOMA 1503 Unit (which by the way, is still available for scheduling so if you have friends who are coming home who wants to stay in a condo in Fort, let me know)
Got a new listing for lease
Got a new Client (Kitine)
Applied for Broker Accreditation from Brittany Corp and Pro-friends
Got all my flyers organized
Posted my ads for SOMA 1503
Planned my Flyer to be printed on monday
Did my "ATE" duties to cleng

That's quite a list for such a short day. It seems also that my to-do list is ever growing. I still have about a bazillion things to do. :) And thats the way (uh-huh, uh-huh!) i like it. (uh-huh, uh-huh). I feel so productive and wonderful!

I talked to Maevellyn, one of my friends in college, she told me that "Girl, grabe ka, para kang energizer bunny, wala kang kapaguran! Parang nuclear energy ang nilalabas mo, san mo ba nakukuha ang powers mo." I laughed and told her that it's alright and that I feel better when I multi-task and do a lot of things. She told me that she feels tired for me and that I should rest. Ha! She and about ten million people say so. I won't stop being this way. I enjoy being this busy and being idle would kill me.

I feel empowered today. I feel like I am on fire. I feel like I can go on forever. My mind is saying GO GO GO!! however, my body is saying STOP! I should be more kind to my body and not abuse it, but I am a person with such an active mind. :) I usually go the other way.

I guess I'll give Mae, Eloi, Koi and everyone a chance today and give myself a power break. I deserve it, right? I need my energy for more things. Besides, I do not want to be blamed for putting Energizer Bunny out of a job.

Secreat Admirers

2009-08-07T20:53:00.005+08:00

I guess there are still a few romantics in this world. Today, my friend, Ms. Jo got that humongous teddy bear, a bouquet of flowers, and that mini pillow from an anonymous benefactor. It came during Friday high. When everyone is seriously trying to get everything done, and get out of there to start their weekends. So it was a surprise when the cadets came in with flowers and that huge stuffed animal from Blue Magic.

Of course, we were overwhelmed. There were teasings, cat calls and bets on who it was and Jo was totally flabbergasted. I couldnt contain my curiosity and dove for the card. I practically fell on my knees when it said.

Ms. Joan G,
I love you so much!
Love,
your Secreat Admirer

I was amazed not only because of the amazing spelling of SECRET but also with the boldness and honesty of emotion of whoever gave it to her. I was half kidding when I said that "Jo, di ko kinaya, tinalo mo ang beauty ko. Sino man yan, pakasalan mo na! Laki ng effort sayo! Ang laki ng pagmamahal sa iyo!" Aside from the fact that I was green with envy because I admit that I want a big teddy bear and some romance too, I was also thinking about how many guys would do that in this day and age! She was lucky she found one that was a bit out of the times or just a plain romantic. (Even if we do not know who he is).

I am not new to this. I have my list of secret admirers too. I had a stalker who sent me an engagement ring, a secret admirer who would pay my bills ( I admit he was useful) and a secret admirer who would just text me advice at the right time and would never give his name. Then again, there was the creepy, the corny and worst of all - the annoying.

There is the thrill of knowing someone loves you even if you don't know them. Then again, a big part of you is curious to know who that person is. And me with my impatience and curiosity, I get really annoyed at the fact that people do this behind your back. I mean, why not just get out and say it? Why not be straight up with your feelings? I mean, you already said it! You already gave it and showed the person you liked them. WHY NOT JUST TELL THEM UPFRONT!? I am sure, anyone who is not stonehearted or numb would appreciate the gesture or even respect feelings that you will bring in front of them. I know I do.

Guys that do that only play safe. Seriously, and I think by doing so they are cowards. If you do it once or twice while getting the courage to come up to the girl, that's forgivable. But being a "Secret Admirer" for eternity is dumb. The girl will never get to thank you. She will think that youre a coward and is not serious because you never show yourself. And who knows, what if she already loves/likes you and because of your cowardice, you never knew. It could happen.

So, for all those SECREAT ADMIRERS out there, a word of advice, women like men who can tell us that they love us. We appreciate the courage and the effort more of people who can look us in the eye and tell us in person their feelings. That way, we can let you know if you have a chance or if you should just give up the fight. And one more thing: please, PLEASE spell it right.

In Woe of My Lost Parker Pen

2009-08-06T20:24:00.005+08:00

Have you ever had that moment where you feel that something is a miss because you are missing something? I am having that moment now. I think I just lost my Parker Pen. Of course, there are a gazillion pens out there, and I myself have a TON of pens in my case, but this pen in particular is the only one I use. It's the most efficient, the one I always write with. The only pen in the world that matters. And now, it's lost.

I don't know if it's totally lost. I mean, I lost it in the car. I found my comb and the red pen it was with in the car with it, but I couldn't find the Parker Pen. I am thinking since I am looking for it at night and it's dark, then maybe thats why I couldnt see it. It might be masked there. Hmm.. But here is wishful thinking that I find it tommorow. I shall not rest until I find you, Parker Pen. I need you.

Yes, I need that pen.

It's not just a pen to me. You see, it was my "Prize" for passing the boards. It was one thing I said I will and MUST have as a broker. That special pen. It's my lucky pen that I use in business, in writing and everything that I must write that matters. It's a part of me, I always have it around me EVERYWHERE. It's with me in the office, in the car, in my purse. it comes with me whereever I am. I think its better than my cellphone which I can leave anywhere. That pen is my security blanket and my comfort. it's so convenient. It's a jotter type, so I don't have to worry about caps. It's also efficient, it writes when I want to.

I think I am going crazy. God, I even wrote my first real blog about it. I'm in love with that pen. I don't want to replace that pen, I want to find it. Is this obsession? No, maybe it's just that its symbolical. Maybe it was something to me - even if it's just a pen - it meant more.

I hope I find it tommorow. If not, I'll really cry.

General Surgeon's Warning!

2009-08-06T08:42:00.010+08:00

Konbanchiwa! Irasshaimase!

Welcome to littlemissmarikit!

It's been a long time since I started blogging again. Long time for me means months of long, uninspired or too-busy- to-blog breaks that kill my bloglife. But being the certified blog-a-holic that I am, I could not live without a blog. So, here I am again, starting fresh for the 123456789th time and hoping it will stick.

It's not that I am a fickle writer, in fact, I have my livejournal account which I kind of still update once in a while. However, it's a fandom blog - a blog where I release my inner fangirl over the oddest things. So, I without much further a-do.. I bring you the:

GENERAL SURGEON'S WARNING

This blog may induce brain breakage and incoherent spazzing, unbelievable amounts of randomness, skewed points of views, violent reactions and thwarted realities that is written within the pages of this fangirl-induced blog.If spazzing continues for more than 24 hours, please consult your local psychiatrist. Side effects may include incoherence and brain death. This blog must not be taken without a dose of humor.

This blog however was made unplanned, with no theme whatsoever and without any idea what to put on it. What I will put here is raw, unedited commentary on life and everything in it - so I apologize in advance for things that I may say something tactless, stupid or downright evil that people may not like. But if I do so, the stupidity and the blame is on me! :)

But as it is my own soapbox, I'd like to say - DEAL WITH IT! This is my blog so I can be a royal b*tch if I want to be :D. Remember that It's a blog - It's simply an unedited, raw commentary that I am entitled to. All my opinions, points of views and violent reactions are mine and mine alone. So if you don't like it, don't read it, Okay? It wouldn't hurt the human race if you don't like my blogpost.

Thank you and enjoy reading my blog!

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Imus Aerodance Class

The Lowdown on Monday Morning Sicknesss

The Lowdown on Monday Morning Sickness

I HATE MONDAYS!!

Finding Prince Charming

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If it doesn't kill you

A Tale of two Blogs

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Colorful

How do I get one of those?

Things that I didn't say...

The Truth about the Coulda-Shoulda-Woulda

The most beautiful woman in the world

Where Grammar meets Numbers and FUGLY to FAB

Mr. Just-Right Checklist

Happiness!

my love letter to coffee

Old Friends, New Friends

Scorchness on a Lazy Saturday

Love Happened. A Confession.

What-a-friend!

Doy

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The Catch

Mixed Signals

Seminars, Skype, Sleepies and Safari

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On Promises

Bitch in the house

Hearts day and Fabulous 30

My birthday fear

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Japanophile: WIKIPEDIA

Cushions and blankets

Big Blanket: A work in progress

Colored Bear! :)

Ninja Bunny

Zukki the Chihuahua

Tsuki the Kitty ( PATTERN INSIDE)

Crochet thoughts and rantings on

Mike Wazowski!!

Monsters ate my MP4!!

Crochet madness!

My life path number :)

Hooked on Crafting again!

Disasters and the best and worst of Filipinos

Ondoy: my thoughts and prayers

Adventures in Real Estate: Terror Tenant

Pink Roses : Love is not INSTANT

Diet Dilemma

T-Shirt Designs for LSGH

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Adventures in Real Estate: Couple Dynamics

Beware: the EVIL Plot Bunnies

Dreams of a Simple Life

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SMART's Not So SMART Move.

What Superwoman really needs

My WANT list....

My Brand New Venture: SOUTHERN POINT REALTY

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