How much of me am I willing to reveal? How much do you want me to?

The long o’s are driving me so nuts… Arrrghh..

As what co-trainer Owie aptly put it, the shoe crazy in me definitely agreed that former Chalk colleague Pia nailed it right when she said:

Before you criticize someone,
walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you are a mile
away from them and you have their shoes.

Are there words enough
To describe the way I feel?
Can a silly crush
Turn into something so real
In a thousand ways
In a thousand hidden places
You have touched my heart
And the feeling never changes…

I’m crazy for, lonely for,
I adore you
Crazy for, craving more,
I adore you
If the world were mine
I would lay it at your feet
Just to see you shine
It’s the only thing I need..

With every kiss, every touch
Oh, you have the power
Oh, to lift me up
Oh, and I’m…

(Truly nothing like a feel good song to lift my mood… Oh, this is from "The Wedding Planner".)

How come some noobs were able to conquer the wall with the all the safety harness while yours truly who was able to conquer the steep and slippery caves of Banahaw some years back without the ropes was left frustrated for not being able to reach even the middle part?

Twenty bucks for knowing it surely ain’t the fear of heights. Twenty bucks for frustration.

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How come I still don’t get it? Or am I just plainly refusing to get myself in tune with reality? Quoting JLo in "Maid in Manhattan": "It was so real that it made me wonder how I was gonna give you up."

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Please dear tongue. Please cooperate. Please, please. I’m dreading the next four days…

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P2K for the locks… Please make it worth my impulsive while… please.

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As if my October-November nightmare wasn’t enough! Punk-gothics replacing the Salbakuta-types. Had it not been for Jay of Kamikazee and said band’s lead guitarist, not to mention Kiko Machine and Parokya ni Edgar, I would have seriously believed that UP’s already gone to the loony bin. Then again… nyahaha. (Sorry I just had to laugh after typing this one… And yeah, I just had to type it too!)

Precious, 60% of the time, only says "I love you" when she’s being maldita or when she’s about to ask something.

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PRECIOUS: Love u dad. Ingat po. <message sent>

DAD: Luv u 2 anak. Ur my valentyn. <message received>

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*Precious chokes in tears, ruins her make-up, early morning Valentine’s eve, on her way to work, somewhere in Libis*

Major rave!

Somehow, this day truly couldn’t get any better. First I’m actually glad that I did follow Nen’s advice on cutting my bangs. Second, I was told by my former trainees that I lost weight. And to think last I saw them was two weeks ago. Third I finally got the line-up of the bands for this Friday’s UP Fair and it was a really great one and I know I’m going. Fourth and fifth, umm, that’s for me to know na lang muna. Haha.

I just need to complain. And whine.

What a drag. This day has been so tiring that I drank the large bottle of Lipovitan Ira Lite as if it was water. I just hope that the looming 2007 May elections wouldn’t mean yet another dependency on caffeine thus resulting to yet another series of trip(s) to the doctors for those uber painful migraine attacks.

I swear, with no real cause for exaggeration, earlier, it took me a lot of effort to climb the two flights of stairs leading to the penthouse office of dad in Makati. It doesn’t help my dilemma at all that surely tomorrow, I would wake up with a sore body and a painful "voiceless" throat. Further still, it, as well, doesn’t help me either that I’m currently undergoing an awkward transition from Australian to American (or at least a neutralized one) accent. God help me!

But the sure highlight for the day that is more of a rant rather than a funny rave is the reference I used for the onomatopoeia discussion earlier. Just imagine broadcasting to class, to illustrate a point, the Filipino translation of the word "fuck". Eeek.

And finally there’s the looming 2007 May elections. Sure finally I was able to figure out the reason why I couldn’t transfer jpeg images to Pagemaker from Photoshop but this added ability means added expectation from dad and, yep, additional (and more!) campaign propaganda, black and white in nature, for me to turn into a stiff layout masterpiece (yeah I’m griping dad). Simply put, I hate politics.

Fitness First rates? What a rip off. Yeah this time I’ll listen to Andy. I’ll go for Slimmer’s World.

One rave though, I was, finally, able to finish the content for Salubris Consulting’s website without Leo biting my head off for the extreme delay I caused. Hehe.