Jupiter CAN Align with Venus

The sky is a happy mystery for me. It was that one Monday night of December (December 2, to be exact) when I gazed up and saw three outstanding bright objects staring back at me. I was certain the moon was the lowest object in a crescent shape; the two others I simply considered unusually bright stars. They all form one noticeable figure: a smiling face. Something, somewhere up there must be playing with magic to bring these three objects together. It made me smile back to the heavens. Just as when I was wishing someone could share my skygazing moment, there it appeared on TV the newsflash informing its televiewers about the amazing formation and how it came to be. The two objects up above the moon, which I mistook as unusually bright stars, were Jupiter and Venus. There occured a conjunction, or simply put, an alignment of the planets! Spare me the trouble of explaining science like this. It gives me the creeps. Wonder why I discuss the alignment of Jupiter and Venus here? I drew a meaningful analogy of the phenomenon with how difficult it is for the male species to understand (or empathize?) with their counterpart: the great, indispensable bunch of Eves -- us females. Put it this way: Jupiter will represent the good ol' boys, and Venus will represent beauty and love which pertains to, needless to say, girls. And now the analogy: it does not happen so often that Jupiter aligns with Venus in the same way that the dogs, I mean, the guys do not often (or not at all) understand us girls. Well, well. Girls will always be girls in the same way that boys will be boys. But I would like to share with you something I copied from my Friendster bulletin. I could not state its original source anymore. I believe it has been reposted so many times until the author's name was buried under. It made me smile again. This is a serious attempt to understand female mannerisms. I give it a two-thumbs-up approval! Consider this guys. Then maybe -- just maybe, you will regard it as the most innovative solution to understanding the , what was that again, oh - bitch.

When a girl walks away from you - [Follow her] When she stares at your lips - [Kiss her] When she pushes you or hits you - [Grab her and don’t let go] When she starts cursing at you - [Kiss her and tell her you love her] When she's quiet - [Ask her what’s wrong] When she ignores you - [Give her your attention] When she pulls away - [Pull her back] When you see her at her worst - [Tell her she's beautiful] When you see her start crying - [Just hold her and don’t say a word] When you see her walking - [Sneak up and hug her waist from behind] When she's scared - [Protect her] When she lays her head on your shoulder - [Tilt her head up and kiss her] When she steals your favorite hat - [Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night] When she teases you - [Tease her back and make her laugh] When she doesn’t answer for a long time - [reassure her that everything is okay] When she looks at you with doubt - [Back yourself up with the TRUTH] When she say's that she likes you - [she really does more than you could understand] When she grabs at your hands - [Hold hers and play with her fingers] When she bumps into you - [bump into her back and make her laugh] When she tells you a secret - [keep it safe and untold] When she looks at you in your eyes - [don’t look away until she does] WHEN SHE MISSES YOU - [SHES HURTING INSIDE] When you break her heart - [the pain NEVER really goes away] When she says its over - [she STILL wants you to be hers] - Stay on the phone with her even if she’s not saying anything - DON'T let her have the last word - NEVER call her hot! Pretty and beautiful is sooooo much better - Say you love her more than she could ever love you - Argue that she is the best girl ever - When she's mad hug her tight and don't let go - When she says she's ok, don’t believe it, talk to her - When she says she's sorry, she truly means it - Because 10 yrs later she'll remember you - Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her - Call her before you sleep and after you wake up - Treat her like she's all that matters to you - Tease her and let her tease you back - Stay up all night with her when she's sick - Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think its stupid - Give her the world - Let her wear your clothes - When she's bored and sad, hang out with her - Let her know she's important - Kiss her in the pouring rain - When she runs up at you crying, the first thing you say is;"Who's ass am I kicking today baby?"

Sweet compilation. Sweet, but girls can't have them all. Impossible. Hahaha.

Defying Normz

Just thinking about how I would entitle my blog entry makes me snigger. And I could imagine the person who is the very core reason why I am writing this making a face now. If he could still manage to smile, that would be an indication of defeat -- like he can still do something to avert my decisive writing. Lawsuit? Hah! Hopeless. You need not worry at all. I mean no harm. Exploitation of another person's character is not my kind of game. Relax. There's more to the experience of reading this than your precursory restlessness.

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Five years back, I came upon a thin and tan teenager. Good-natured at first sight and coy like a puppy most of the time. I was freshly out of college and career was far from my mind then. It was summer! I was having a terrific time mingling with my fellow youth, and yes, kids I would consider my little brothers, should they permit. Norman Paul, or Normz -- for the sake of sounding hip maybe, was one of these select kids around I instantly grew fond of. And like I have a choice, he was part of the group I came to share with my frustrations and negativities about my life. He was one of the few I get to shed a tear and blow my nose with, all heart out and no pretense. I was glad to have known him too then -- a minor seminarian on the loose. But he was more to me (as his other peers appeared to be) like someone kidnapped and dragged to the camp; only that the kidnappers realized too late he was not someone ransom-able so they left them there. Poor kids. Amazingly and gratefully, the acquaintance did not end at the Surip camp. Barely a month after, I crossed paths with him (and the others too) again at another camp. And even if there was an extra baggage to our meeting the first time and the next (I meant his brother), the joy of seeing him every time was like seeing women eager to share gossips. No, he is not a gossiper. But I could be at ease around him. Be myself, so to speak. With his presence, jumping like a kid was never too hard when I get thrilled. It gets more thrilling. (Hahaha.) Most of all, the best thing about establishing my friendship with him (and all the others) is the opportunity to be an 'ate' to him (them). A dream come true.

I think to this point that playing the role of a [surrogate] 'ate' to Normz (and all the others) is all-perks to me. Even if it means having to disagree with his point of views most of the time. It doesn't really matter. It helps to have someone I think has marred perspective about certain things -- like love (ulk, I'm throwing up), and who thinks similarly that I have clouded principles too. And that makes us both, hmmm, stupid. We can only laugh at ourselves.

He maybe an epitome of the typical seminarian these days: prayerful, still good-natured, cool, calm and collected. (Let me add a note to that: with Father Rector and the pack of priests around.) But just like a typical seminarian, and a natural human (half moon, half man?) not withstanding, he has his adventures too. Need I mention them? I don't think so. Just by the thought of doing that paints a hilarious picture of Normz' fuming ears. I have more than one of defying ways than writing about him like this.

Still with a snigger, I would close this entry grateful that no matter the distance, no matter the conflicting standpoints, I would keep you as a brother Normz. I heart you much Bebi Bro (and so to the others too)!

Mav-elous Christmas Shopping

It's not everyday that you can tag an old friend to go shopping with you -- especially with me, a very picky, meticulous and often return-this-to-the-rack type of consumer. Blame that to the natural insatiable wants of consumers, a fact normally stressed in my Economics class. I've lived with that fact, much to the making of myself as a difficult (or irrate when I'm in the mood) customer. And gahd, cashiers I've dealt with may want to attend stress management classes more than a seminar on managing dissatisfaction and conflict! Hehehe. I'm not really that bad. I was just kidding. But the minute I uttered a word of dissatisfaction, my brother, for example, would ease his way far from me, as if telling anyone who has seen him with me "No, I'm not with that freak." It's an exercise of my consumer rights (as if I know that by heart)! But hey, I could be aware sometimes (goodluck with the frequency) of going overboard at the counter, and still could manage to smile with my ears fuming and my left brow raised. Patience is (and will stay) a virtue. Enough with my crappy consumption-driven life. I'm seeing my former colleague after office! I'm talking about Mav (variable: Mab - to help the stubborn Starbucks personnel deliver her coffee to the right person), whose friendship with me is beyond her resignation from EITSC. Inspite of her enjoying a life of IAR like my MDG, she still manages to send me SMS, email me spam mails (or is it me?) and drop by the office to catch up with the old times over a cup of coffee and a slice of cake (I can see a repeat here.) But the catching up doesn't end there! She said yes to my invite for a precedented walk-till-you-drop kind of shopping, without second thoughts. My heart is ecstatic! Woohooo!!!

To Mav, super thanks for not giving me a difficult time to persuade you into this. Drama! But for reals, thinking of buying at least 36 presents for my 36 (listed) godkids would be easier with you I guess. If we don't end up buying something for them, at least this is the chance I'd love to spend with you! I could not let the opportunity pass without juicing out something from you! Next to my shopping agenda with you is hearing you share about your boom-de-ya-da stories. Hahaha. Spread the love! Let's tackle and tickle! By the way, I'm wearing our twin costume. It is not part of my plan but I'm happy I did. See you later!

Sugar High!

I have had too much sugar today so I am sweet all over. Eat me! Hahahah. Thanks to Lala's post-birthday treat, I had my slice of her mischievous Chocolate Marjolaine with Coke 500 after a plateful (of 2-cupped rice and meat-veggie combo) lunch! A carbo-filled and sugar-y one-hour lunchbreak made me feel like I could last the rest of the day jumping on a trampoline with so much energy! Lala, my colleague and a newbie mom, just returned to the office after her maternity leave. She's actually entitled to a longer leave but being the exemplary employee that she is, she reported to work today -- a month earlier than expected, to complete the financial books before the year ends. Hooray!!! I would not want to miss out the applause Lala deserves, and for various reasons not limited to: 1.) The birth of her lovely daughter, Lazir Denice. I remember having to be heavily involved of thinking which name she would give her daughter. And thanks for considering my suggestions Lala. (Hahaha from my nose.) I felt incredibly helpful when you decided to just pass on to your daughter your name plus the feminine variable of your husband's name. Huwaw! Did I ever mention you are a creative couple? I hope I did not. :p 2.) Her birthday last December 5. I even SMSed her to remind her to treat us to lunch. And her reply was like gospel to my eyes when it read: "Automatic yun." 3.) Her comeback. Welcome back! I enjoyed listening to your lovely tales about Lady (the daughter, I thought of that nickname!) and still-tolerable ranting (define "in-laws" please.). Your presence just brings a different kind of light in EITSC. 4.) Her efficiency in preparing the payroll. Kudos! Kudos! You deserve a present -- I'll convert that to hugs and kisses -- from me for free! Yuhoo!

Thank you, La! I missed you this much!

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And while I thought I already had enough dose of sugar, MDG (my beloved) pinged me a message to comment (yet again) about my Skype status. He is simply SWEET just doing that! My sugar level is creeping up! Argh, I don't even think insulin can help with the likes of him!

Ooops, no, there's only one him like there's only one me. One sweet him, and one crazy me. Nothing in common -- picture a mathematical equation with a slashed equal sign in between. Now I'm bleeding. :( I'm having complications, I could surmise. Someone please blow my crazy ideas away!

Anyhow, MDG -- You. Made. My. Day!

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My church bestfriend slash cousin is in town! Hmm, it would be another fun night for sure. I'm craving for fish so I'm planning to bring Mac anywhere with fish in the menu. :)

I would have to do away with the sweets after dinner. Besides, I'm bringing MDG's sweet messages to bed tonight for dessert. Hay. I feel so dreamy. Flying kisses!

Most Desirable Guy: Only A Fantasy

I was asked a phone-in question by Anna this morning (10:53 AM to be exact) on how I feel about MDG’s ‘in a relationship’ (IAR) status in Facebook. Fumbling for my thoughtful answer was not really difficult, with Anna being the third person (count in Dom and Ga there) to break the news to me and ask me the same question. I lose the heart to open my own FB account – that would be adding insult to the injury or worse, self-persecution. Of course I feel sad! That’s even an understatement. If there’s an opposite of the cartwheel bliss I’m feeling whenever MDG pops me an instant message, then the IAR news made me feel like I want to be suspended in the air upside-down till I struggle for my hopeless life. Hmm, exaggerated but it did hurt a bit. Just a bit because in the first place, I already eliminated the kiddie ‘hopeful’ feeling like there’s such a person as Santa Claus on Christmas time. That kind of fantasy. And then Anna’s consoling words hit me like fire -- leaving me with a warm and prickly sensation at the same time. I felt warm because her words gave me a flickering hope! But the spiteful truth remains: MDG is IAR already. Anna said that I need not worry about MDG’s IAR status because sometimes things just don’t turn out right. She even added, ‘Who knows? Girlfriend lang naman.’ Haha! Give the guy a chance! He only started his relationship with his girlfriend. And I envy her, an awful lot of envy. But thanks Anna. That was sweet, nevertheless. And if there’s one thing I should prepare for his return this Christmas, I would start with facing him and talking to him properly. That is, if he talks to me at all. I need all the luck I could summon! Oy vey!!! Merry Christmas to me. MDG must be feeling so lucky and happy.