Ouch ('ata?)

I believe Jody had a big smile on her face when I told her my results on this particular quiz. She just reworded "I told you so" as a response to me. Picky? Me? Picky? 'Lil ol' moi? Maybe, maybe not.

Mum called some minutes ago to tell me that her college bestfriend, Tita Dette's third and last daughter is getting married next year. Her eldest got married last November, her second is getting married this June. Mum was comically bawling over the phone, saying "Waaahhh, Dette...buti ka pa...!" I mean, what gives?!?!

Maybe I'm not just interested enough. Got a lot to do. Maybe I've already met my match somewhere along the road and I still have to realize it. Maybe I'm destined for single-blessedness.

Or, yeah, maybe I'm just too picky.

But I can't help it. I have non-negotiable values. I have fits. I have my moments of sanity (I'm usually insane). No guy has ever asked me what my standards are. I really don't like discussing my standards in public because they're far too private, even for my close friends. But hey, if a guy gets close enough, he could ask me. Better yet, he could look at my entry below entitled "Wanted: Man With the Following Qualities..." They're pretty easy (a guy friend told me that). O, yun naman pala eh...

I still believe, in God's own time, if it is according to His will for me, I will meet the guy He has chosen for me. I say this without a doubt, and with much faith. That is why I don't date frequently. I have nothing against blind dates or casual dating - it's just not my cup of tea. I hustle for the meantime - I try to learn new things, go to places, read new books, meet new people (not date new people). I try to learn how to cook, to clean the whole house (whew) and have the car tuned up. I have friends who brighten up my day, my parents and brother who love me and continuously drive me crazy, work and gym to keep me occupied, and God to turn to everytime I reach a dead end. I'm not saying I don't need a partner. I'm just saying, if it will come, it will come. And I shall recognize it.

So nevermind the bouts of loneliness paminsan-minsan. It is to be expected. Nevermind the pang of wistfulness I sometimes feel whenever I see couples holding hands. I know my time and his time has not come yet. We're still being prepared for each other (I'd like to think of if that way). He may be as lonely and alone as I am, or he got sidetracked by some girl or some situation right now that our time together has not come yet. We both have to go through the seasons we're going through right now. And by the time we're both ready, I am very sure that when we meet, sparks will DEFINITELY fly.

You Don't Have a Boyfriend Because You are Too Picky You have no problem attracting guys - and even dating a little It's just around second or third date time where you start to see faults If a guy isn't near perfect, you're not into him. It's good to have standards - but yours rule almost everyone out. Why Don't You Have a Boyfriend Take This Quiz :-) Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.

Ego Booster!

You Are Sensual Sexy You exude a luxiourous sensuality in your everyday lifeTurning heads every where you go, it's all about your sexy attitude.You're naturally hot - gorgeous in both sweats and stilettos.Your biggest problem is that your utra sexy self sometimes scares men away. What Kind of Sexy Are You? Take This Quiz :-) Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.

Yet Another Quiz

I'm addicted to online quizzes today. Mainly because my results are pretty accurate...

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Really?

You Are the Girl Next Door! You're caring, warm, and the girl that nice guys want to marry.Uncomplicated and simple, you've got an easy going attitude guys love.But this doesn't mean you're dull - far from it!You're a great conversationalist, and you're an expert at living the good life. What Kind of Girl Are You? Take This Quiz :-) Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.

Galera

the morning after
Originally uploaded by euniceiscrazy.

For the nth time, I went to Puerto Galera with my friends from the bank. Jen got a really huge bump on her forehead after colliding with Jody when we capsized on that stupid banana boat. There were five of us who rode on it and I was the onlu one who didn't encounter any mishaps (lucky me!). I'm too tired to post all the pictures here so I'm just gonna post one that is linked to my online public photo album (haha, yes, I also have an online PRIVATE photo album *smirk*)

The Art Of Waiting

Finally...after a month and a half of failed downloads, Rob Thomas's Lonely No More is completed and currently blaring out of my laptop, car and Shmooshy. Patience is truly a virtue. Hearing Rob Thomas's voice made my failed attempts fade away. Victory, getting what you want is absolutely sweet and fulfilling, especially if you've toiled and worked hard for it. And waited for just the right time, the right place, the right opportunity for it to happen.

I remember the homily back in my baccalaureate mass rendered by one of my alma mater's very formidable, institutional and (dare I say) colorful personalities, Fr. Dacanay. He said that the image he wanted my batch to remember was a rocking chair - which connotes waiting, relaxing. There is value in waiting, he said; it was a time for us to ponder, to think, to sort out something that should be righted first before we can move on. The season of waiting brings out a lot of possibilities - lessons to be learned, people to meet, hardships to endure - all of which are supposed to hone us and (this sounds so cliché) make us a better person. It is one of life's ways of telling us Hey, slow down, you might miss this lesson, this person. My generation today moves so fast, we want to do A LOT of things before settling down (ick) that most of the time we wanted the "fast food" version of the lesson, no time dilly-dallying because there's so much to do!!! La-di-da! We count on weekends, retreats and sabbaticals to pause, take a deep breath, and try to process everything that happened so far. Which, in my case, yeah, I mostly remember the lesson, and then...yun lang. I am guilty of getting very impatient if I don't get the lesson right away. Therein lies the problem. I miss the essence of the lesson, the virtues and the values that come into play. At ang pagmemeron. Usually, when I get to this phase, I either call up Law, Jae or Jayvee and temporarily treat my Globe line as a landline, which of course jacks up my handphone bills to unbelievable amounts. It's a small price to pay for trying to keep my sanity, and I find it distressing that the last time I did that was about a year and a half ago.

There is value in waiting. I have A LOT of catching up to do. Seriously.

Am I?

You are a GRAMMAR GOD!

Congratulations! If your mission in life
is not already to preserve the English tongue,
it should be. You can smell a grammtical
inaccuracy from fifty yards. Your speech is
revered by the underlings, though some may
blaspheme and call you a snob. They're just
jealous. Go out there and change the world.

How grammatically correct are you? (Revised with answer key)
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Wanted: Male, with the following qualities...

Received a lovely email just now. It pretty much encapsulates what I want in a man, and more. Here's the text of the said email:

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In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman, "What kind of man are you looking for?"

She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye and asking, "Do you really want to know?"

Reluctantly, he said "Yes."

She began to expound...

"As a woman in this day and age, I am in a position to ask a man what he can do for me that I can't do for myself. I pay my own bills. I take care of my household without the help of any man... or woman for that matter. I am in the position to ask, "What can you bring to the table?"

The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money.

She quickly corrected his thought and stated, "I am not referring to money. I need something more. I need a man who is striving for perfection in every aspect of life."

He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and asked her to explain. She said, "I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection mentally because I need conversation and mental stimulation. I don't need a simple-minded man."

"I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection spiritually because I don't need to be unequally yoked... believers mixed with unbelievers is a recipe for disaster."

"I need a man who is striving for perfection financially because I don't need a financial burden."

"I am looking for someone who is sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a woman, but strong enough to keep me grounded."

"I am looking for someone who I can respect. In order to be submissive, I must respect him. I cannot be submissive to a man who isn't taking care of his business. I have no problem being submissive... he just has to be worthy."

"God made woman to be a help mate for man. I can't help a man if he can't help himself." When she finished her spill, she looked at him.

He sat there with a puzzled look on his face. He said, "You are asking a lot."

She replied, "I'm worth a lot."

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Exactamento. I may be asking for too much, but I would be very willing to give the same to the man I will be spending the rest of my life with, and more. Much, much more. Like fidelity, for example. I am not a simple young woman. I am complicated. I need someone who understands my quirks, my PMS, my bitchiness but he has to know when to fight back. He should know how to reason out with me, holds the same principles and values true and dear to his heart like mine. He should know how to be silly and spontaneous, to be jologs and sosyal in the right places at the right time. He should be patient, forgiving and loving. He should have learned hw to be alone, and be lonely. He would accompany me in my journey, in my pilgrimage in this life, and we'll walk hand-in-hand. My list is endless. But bear in mind that my list is also my standard for myself. Quid pro quo. So, is asking for too much too much? I don't think so.

Your Song

Shmooshy's been drawing out my jologs side. I've been listening to such an eclectic mix of singers and musicians, from Moby, Oasis to Aqua, Backstreet Boys, 'N Sync, Michael learns to rock, to Ewan McGregor (I think Jen almost had a heart attack when she saw backstreet boys and bituing walang ningning on my playlist, hehehe).

Speaking of Ewan McGregor, I'm listening to his rendition of "Your Song" from the Moulin Rouge soundtrack. It brought back a conversation I had with Lawrence, one of my dearet friends, when I was in college. I told him that when I fall in love with someone in the future, I want to fall in love like the way Ewan sung that song: building up and then swelling with emotion, with Alessandro Safina and a whole orchestra swirling their music into a brilliant crescendo. Whew. He shook his head, and told me, "Hay nako, E-----, bahala ka. That's such a fantastic kind of love. It rarely comes true," with a hint of frustration lacing his voice. But still, I believe it will happen to me. Forget your heart and you listen to your heart. Find someone you can love like CRAZY and who will love you the same way back. Yeah, definitely. =)

Meet Shmooshy

I'd like you to meet my Shmooshy! It arrived yesterday afternoon. I came home from work, and there it was, wrapped in a brown box lovingly shipped from my dad. Oooohhh, I grabbed it, locked myself in my room and proceeded to carefully, surgically cut off the meters of scotch tape wrapped around it. Since I just my second ever manicure in my life for a photo shoot (hahaha, really long story), I wasn't keen on ruining my finely polished, french-tipped nails that I paid an atrocious amount for (all for the love of Sigrid, hehehe), so the unwrapping took such long, agonizing minutes.

And then! It was free!!!! I reverently took the box and opened it. There it was, my Shmooshy, shining in its silver glory, still with the sticky things on its front and back. My dad took really great care of it, he even asked for my permission to use it when he was the one who bought it - go figure. My mum called me about five times to go to the dinner table (one call is usually enough to make me running). I was ecstatic, I wolfed down my dinner, washed my plates and my baunan, and promptly locked myself in my room again to figure out how Shmooshy worked. I took out my laptop, aptly named E----- Gorgeous (yes, I name my gadgets, my handphone is also named E----- Gorgeous, they're twins), and proceeded to install the CD that would make Shmooshy and E----- Gorgeous communicate. Ahhh, bliss, bliss, bliss! Thirty minutes later I was dancing around my room, bopping my head as I tried Shmooshy on. If anyone were to walk in my room at that moment they would really think I'm mentally deranged (ha, so what's new?). I am such a gadget geekfreak, I really think they turn me on more than guys, hahahahahahha!!!! (I'm pathetic. I don't care=)) So there. Believe me, one of these days I MIGHT just put a picture of me and Shmooshy together here.