Tyrant Vanessa

What Famous Leader Are You?

I'm SURE a lot of my friends agree with this.

Booze up bland

What is it with Celine Lopez that many find endearing? I do not like her for her haughtiness but I HAVE learned a lot about managing myself while getting drunk, as well as emerging as mixer extraordinaire handling cocktails. So, thank her for that.

Her writings flirt with my mind, as if she bore words with dashes of alcohol in them, leaving me intoxicated, and, yes, blinded that she writes beautifully and without fault. When I think of her, I think liquor. When I muse about both deeper, I throw up.

Ms Lopez remains a challenge to my senses. I have yet to read more to say more.

World Wide Weird

What Judiel Nieva struggled to have but lost, somebody else gained…

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What is your emo band name? by spiralinghalo
Your band name is:	The Christina Theory
You sound like:	Fall Out Boy
You will be signed to:	Triple Crown Records
Your emo lyrics are:	"This life is so lame, I don't want to be part of your game"
Name:
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reunited... and it feels so goooood....

My laptop is finally up and running! Thanks to Master Concon who helped me scour the city for second-hand IBM goodies. What was originally sold at 7,000 pesos all over the Metro, I got at only 2,500. I am now reunited with my only love. Excitement fills me as I imagine the feel of my fingers over its softness, and how easily it responds to my touch. The one I know will never leave me. Where only in death will we part.

I love you, laptop!

DREAMS

At exactly 6AM this morning, I woke up breathless and almost livid. I was chasing after Animator in my dream. He was with this pretty, but tacky, girl and they were walking with their arms around each other along Ayala Ave. No matter how much I screamed and how fast I ran, he could not hear. He would not listen. They looked so inlove and happy.

At exactly 9:20AM this morning, I woke up again breathless and more livid. It was Christmas morning in my dream and I was trying to get ahold of Executive on his cellphone. I was at my grandmother's house in Davao, and, naturally, he was here in Manila. His phone rang for what seemed like an eternity. I was about to give up and curse him for letting me believe he would be there on Christmas when a woman answered the phone. It was his so-called wife. He never returned my call. He never sent me a text message.

At exactly 12:45PM today, I realized that both dreams must be sign for something. It's not usual for a person to dream of her two loved ones consecutively, both of which were convinced they were leaving her. In this case, they were leaving me.

What do dreams mean, anyway? I texted both of them this morning and only Animator replied. It's an omen. Maybe I should really, truly stop believing I have a life with Executive and be happy with Animator.

Perhaps the church should make love the 8th deadly sin.

They call me Miss Popularity?

No way! It’s just that I am makapal enough to have my picture taken to be published. How could I??? Sometimes, really, I don’t know myself anymore. And I didn’t even brush my hair or powder my nose. Feeling talaga!!! I am seriously having an identity crisis right now. Gasp! I might have multiple personality syndrome! Lord, why am I like this? Why do I like subjecting my chubby and sometimes bepimpled face to the critical public? Why didn’t I think about it before I agreed? Why oh why oh why????

Don’t know what I’m talking about? Live for the next seven days and you’ll know. It’s a disease, I tell you. And it’s eeeeevil.

HOW WILL I KNOW IF I MET THE PERSON I SHOULD MARRY
From the book "REAL LOVE" by Mary Beth Bonacci

The choice of a marriage partner should not be based on "I get a warm, wonderful feeling whenever we're together and I want to have that warm wonderful feeling forever, so let's go get married".

Feelings, as we have discussed, have no logic on their own. They need to be acknowledged, of course, but they need considerable assistance from your brain.

Marriage means choosing the person you will spend the rest of you life with. This, as you may have guessed, is a very long time to spend with one person. This person will live with you, eat meals with you, sleep with you, and go on vacation with you. More important yet,this person will share your children. You need to choose wisely. The decision should not be made based on feelings alone. You need to ask yourself some tough questions. The decisions have to be made on solid considerations.

Will this person be a good partner? Is she mature enough to put her own selfish desires aside to look out for what is best for the family? Is he prepared to be a good provider? What is his track record? Is he responsible enough to get a good job and keep it? Will this person be a good parent? Can you stand the thought of your children turning out exactly like this person? They will, you know. Children spend a lot of time with their parents and consequently pick up many or most of their parents' character traits. You had better like your spouse's traits a lot because you will be seeing them again in your children. If something were to happen to you, would you completely trust this person, alone, with the task of raising and forming your children?

This is not a pleasant thought, but it is an important consideration. Not everyone dies at a ripe old age with great grandchildren gathered around the bed. Sometimes a parent dies and leaves young children in the care of the other parent.

If you feel that you would need to be around to correct or lessen this person's influence on your children, then you are considering the wrong person. Does this person share your faith in God? God does not give us children so that we can mold them into the coolest, most popular people in school.

Our job is to get them to heaven. To do that, we need to raise them believing in God and in His Church. It is tough to do that if only one parent believes. Saying "this is right and this is wrong, and I want you to ignore Mommy until you are thirty-five" does not work.

Small children ask about eight skillion questions in a single day. The answers to those questions go a long way toward forming the kind of adults they will become. Who will be answering those questions for your children?

Does this person you are marrying have sexual self-control? Single people sometimes have this idea that marriage is just some kind of lifelong sex festival and that as long as they have each other, they will never be tempted by other people.
Wrong!

There are many times in every marriage when one partner or the other is sexually unavailable? There are also times when spouses, just get on each others nerves. At times like this, other people can seem very appealing. That can be dangerous, because there are plenty of very attractive people out there who are willing to make them available to married men and women. Do you want someone who has never said "no" to sex? If he is not good at saying "no" at eighteen, it won't be different at forty. Do you want to worry about whether or not your spouse is being faithful?

What kind of marriage can you have with someone you couldn't trust on a business trip? These are very important questions, and if you are not comfortable with all of the answers, you should definitely not marry this person. None if this is to say that feelings play no role at all in a marriage decision. You don't have to, "Well, I suppose that you would make a good spouse and parent, so even though I don't particularly like you I guess I'll marry you'. You need to be happy and excited about the prospect of spending your life with someone. Your brain however must acknowledge that this person as a good catch.

Don't listen to your heart alone or your head alone. Wait until your heart and head agree......

Holiday Rut

A good friend noticed that I haven’t been updating my blog for three days now. Since, as she said, I have one of the most updated sites, not being able to write for at least two days is cause for concern. To my friend, I am very much okay and my life, though unexciting and sometimes trivial, is healthy and, well, livable.

I have been extremely busy lately to find time to rack my brain with anything substantial. Firstly, the UN/PNAC writing project has finally come to a close. I got paid last Monday, after nearly 4 months, with a few thousand extra (pampalubag loob) because they felt guilty about keeping me on the project for so long when the contract only stated a month. I got paid, it’s over, now all is well. I just have to submit the FINAL draft by next week and I’m off the hook.

Oh, I was asked to attend a training of trainors with people from the government next week. I was told finishing the seminar would give me license to conduct talks about migration and HIV. With that, a lightbulb flashed atop my head. Here goes another opportunity. Hee hee

Second, I’m torn between having to write about the Music Clinic and a piece for next week’s theme. I won’t tell you what it’s about just yet, you’ll have to read it on Wednesday. (Sneer) I was thinking, since the second one’s more urgent than the first one, I’ll have to work on that first. I am supposed to interview somebody from Los Banos and I don’t know how we’re going to go about the interview when I’m here in the freaking Metro. If I didn’t have a day job, I would definitely hop on a bus and meet my subject. But, since my job pays my bills, I have to be here and settle for : the Internet and the phone. Drat of all drats!

Third, my mind is chock full of Christmas gift problems. They bother me so much I can barely think straight. So, there’s a Marks and Spencer lotion for my very very very kikay 17-year-old sister, Swan Lake Barbie for my 9-year-old sister, a house decoration or something for my mom, a shirt for my dad, cards for friends and a bottle of wine for my grandparents. The bigger problem lies with where the money will come from. Christmas is supposed to be a season of good! Right now, it’s broke season. Money has taken a holiday from me. Boo hoo!

Fourth, other assignments are looming. One about spending Christmas alone, one about Pinoy urban legends, another about living independently, and one about celebrating the New Year without fireworks (in Davao).

This is the worst part. I haven’t done ANY of number two to four. I am procrastinator extraordinaire! I await my doom.

PS. Jonjon and I are working on a book project din pala. I have to swim through about 700 mini stories compiled from friends over a year and choose the best 50 or so. We’re making a book on dating mishaps and I hope to finish editing by next year. Then we’ll go look for a publisher, a sponsor and people who will support the book. It’s a grand dream I want to make happen before Jon and I develop white hair. So, technically, I won’t be going on vacation.

Only recently have I been fully oriented into the entire Limp Bizkit phenomenon. Late bloomer, if you want to call it that. I must admit the group’s got some pretty hard-ass lyrics -- ones that whip you right to the core and awaken your senses making you want to bang your head against the wall screaming. And then you dance (jump around, for some).

I’m not talking about the more popular ones like Rollin and Nookie. I’m referring to the underplayed (or not played at all) N2 Together Now and Breakstuff. They’re perfect for anger release. Or if you just need a break from your boring life.

Music is such. It can spin you wild and shatter you mad. When I was in high school, the song that influenced me most was Garbage’s Queer and Cranberries’ Zombie. I wish to return to that time I only worried about which band was more populist, or which ones were more contrived or philosophical.

I wonder whatever happened to Presidents of the United States of America, Silverchair, Jane’s Addiction, Afghan Wigs, the Sex Pistols and Green Day.