Your Seduction Style: Sweet Talker |
 Your seduction technique can be summed up with "charm" You know that if you have the chance to talk to someone... Well, you won't be talking for long! ;-) You're great at telling potential lovers what they want to hear. Partially, because you're a great reflective listener and good at complementing. The other part of your formula? Focusing your conversation completely on the other person. Your "sweet talking" ways have taken you far in romance - and in life. You can finess your way through any difficult situation, with a smile on your face. Speeding tickets, job interviews... bring it on! You truly live a *charmed life* |
Thursday, March 30, 2006
What Kind of Seducer are you?
mga hindi tumutupad ng usapan
as usual. hindi na naman siya tumupad sa usapan.
what do i expect? asa naman akong tutuparin niya ang sinabi niya. this is the fourth time. so the trick is, when he says he'll be there, it means he won't. the third time proved me right, the fourth (today) made it a record. nakakaasar naman kasi. asa naman. hmph! well, thought since this would be the night before my graduation, at least makakausap ko siya uli, well, lo and behold, hindi pala. so anyway, i am no disappointed or hurt in anyway, i know this will happen, so, at least i proved my self a point. that after four times of the same thing happening again and again, the next time, i won't be giving him the benefit of a doubt,because of course, he does not deserve it anymore.
THE PREVIOUS POST IS CANCELLED, AS MR. GUILTY TOLD SAID THAT HE DID NOT REALLY MADE THAT PROMISE. HE SAID MAYBE HE WOULD COME. AND HE DID NOT. SO I HAD NO RIGHT OF BEING MAD.
IM NOT.
SO OK. BALIWALIAN NA ANG POST NA YAN.
what do i expect? asa naman akong tutuparin niya ang sinabi niya. this is the fourth time. so the trick is, when he says he'll be there, it means he won't. the third time proved me right, the fourth (today) made it a record. nakakaasar naman kasi. asa naman. hmph! well, thought since this would be the night before my graduation, at least makakausap ko siya uli, well, lo and behold, hindi pala. so anyway, i am no disappointed or hurt in anyway, i know this will happen, so, at least i proved my self a point. that after four times of the same thing happening again and again, the next time, i won't be giving him the benefit of a doubt,because of course, he does not deserve it anymore.
THE PREVIOUS POST IS CANCELLED, AS MR. GUILTY TOLD SAID THAT HE DID NOT REALLY MADE THAT PROMISE. HE SAID MAYBE HE WOULD COME. AND HE DID NOT. SO I HAD NO RIGHT OF BEING MAD.
IM NOT.
SO OK. BALIWALIAN NA ANG POST NA YAN.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
SO
so.
(source: FR. Something's mass in GB3; 25 MARCH 2006)
again.
so.
so is such a strong word. it may be ony a two letter word BUT it brings different emotions.
it could be a conjunction like, "i went to the mall so i could buy this and that for you. it could be a pronoun like have you ever met "so and so" when you are simply telling a story. it could be an expression. like.. when you are about to start a conversation after a lull moment.. u usually start it with a "so! what's up". or, when you are asking about something, u answer with a "so?" or "so what?!?" depending on the mood. or it could be an intensifier. like when your mom cooks something for you. then she asks,how is it? you answer ok. and then she knows your being polite and its probably not that good. when you answer it with a it is delicious, it could ellicit a smile, but this is subjective. but when you answer it is SO delicious she would probably end up cooking you the whole meal for the rest of the week.
and again. look how john 3:18's verse "for God SO loved the world that he gave his only son, and whoever believes in hime shall not perish but have eternal life." made such a difference with the word SO.
ang galing noong pari. it was a lively homily. believe me. for someone who usually spends the homily staring blankly at space everytime i go to mass, this homily was really interesting.
it's a good thing to prove that not all priests are bores. you just have to go to the right places to hear a homily that suits you. my mins is craving for a more contemporary approach so gb3 suits me.
speaking of gb3...
after mass, before we go home, mum and i passed by starbucks. we are to buy a frap. as i passed the window i thoughti saw somebody i know. then as we entered the store, i looked at the "man" whom "i thought i knew" and the closer look proved me that the guy was indeed somebody i know. it actually was mr. mark lorenz domingo. aka, mr salutatorian when i graduated. i do not know whether he saw me.. or whether he did not. well, i knew it was him. nag iisa lang naman ang mukha at facial expression na yon. seeing him like that, i cant believe i did fall for the guy. give it up for his smarts. his intelligence takes the credit for me crushing over him, NOTHING ELSE. my eyes proved that to me at starbucks. funny thing was, he was at starbucks with a guy supposedly his friend or acquaintance or something but he was busy playing with his phone. actually both hime and the guy he was with. naisip ko lang that if i was in his shoes and i was with his friend, like jamie for example, we woulf be busy gabbing away. we're poles apart. that was maybe why we always end up fighting before. it was not purely academical then. personal intentions na rin.
seeing him was like flashing back four years of my life. it was weird seeing him in makati. gb3 for example. i go there because i do not want to bump into anyone. i go there to exscape my usual life in cavite. but lo and behold, my supposedly "escape" after four years turned to be the only place where i could be seeing my then academical-and-other-aspects enemy. the world is so small! talagang wala kang matatago sa mundo no? it would naturally spill your secrets. parang ung"whatever" relation that lorenz and i have. it is not something everybody knows. but ironically, the guy i feel most awkward with, is the one person i meet in the place i call my escape.
speaking of escape..
i am ecstatic to my next beach visit... i bought these cool havainas.. and it could be expensive.. but... indulgence! malaki naman kasi paa ko noh! and "all flip flops" was the only store where everything fitted me and everything suits me well, and i liked all the designs and my mom did not have anything to fit her. imagine! miss lotus feet did not find anything that would fit her. it was not something i would see everyday. i was teasing her nga with this, telloing her that id be buying all my slippers from all flip flops everytime we go somewhere and not just from the local markets of the provinces and she tells me that she;d rather buy me ten pairs of the flip flops from the local markets than buying me one that has the havainas seal. admittedly, sobrantg indulgence naman un no. i can just imagine my lola being so scandalized by the price of that "smagol" ika nga niya.. a pair of slippers causing that much is OUTRAGEOUS! nakakatawa! =))
i can just hear my grandmother's grunting! =P
(source: FR. Something's mass in GB3; 25 MARCH 2006)
again.
so.
so is such a strong word. it may be ony a two letter word BUT it brings different emotions.
it could be a conjunction like, "i went to the mall so i could buy this and that for you. it could be a pronoun like have you ever met "so and so" when you are simply telling a story. it could be an expression. like.. when you are about to start a conversation after a lull moment.. u usually start it with a "so! what's up". or, when you are asking about something, u answer with a "so?" or "so what?!?" depending on the mood. or it could be an intensifier. like when your mom cooks something for you. then she asks,how is it? you answer ok. and then she knows your being polite and its probably not that good. when you answer it with a it is delicious, it could ellicit a smile, but this is subjective. but when you answer it is SO delicious she would probably end up cooking you the whole meal for the rest of the week.
and again. look how john 3:18's verse "for God SO loved the world that he gave his only son, and whoever believes in hime shall not perish but have eternal life." made such a difference with the word SO.
ang galing noong pari. it was a lively homily. believe me. for someone who usually spends the homily staring blankly at space everytime i go to mass, this homily was really interesting.
it's a good thing to prove that not all priests are bores. you just have to go to the right places to hear a homily that suits you. my mins is craving for a more contemporary approach so gb3 suits me.
speaking of gb3...
after mass, before we go home, mum and i passed by starbucks. we are to buy a frap. as i passed the window i thoughti saw somebody i know. then as we entered the store, i looked at the "man" whom "i thought i knew" and the closer look proved me that the guy was indeed somebody i know. it actually was mr. mark lorenz domingo. aka, mr salutatorian when i graduated. i do not know whether he saw me.. or whether he did not. well, i knew it was him. nag iisa lang naman ang mukha at facial expression na yon. seeing him like that, i cant believe i did fall for the guy. give it up for his smarts. his intelligence takes the credit for me crushing over him, NOTHING ELSE. my eyes proved that to me at starbucks. funny thing was, he was at starbucks with a guy supposedly his friend or acquaintance or something but he was busy playing with his phone. actually both hime and the guy he was with. naisip ko lang that if i was in his shoes and i was with his friend, like jamie for example, we woulf be busy gabbing away. we're poles apart. that was maybe why we always end up fighting before. it was not purely academical then. personal intentions na rin.
seeing him was like flashing back four years of my life. it was weird seeing him in makati. gb3 for example. i go there because i do not want to bump into anyone. i go there to exscape my usual life in cavite. but lo and behold, my supposedly "escape" after four years turned to be the only place where i could be seeing my then academical-and-other-aspects enemy. the world is so small! talagang wala kang matatago sa mundo no? it would naturally spill your secrets. parang ung"whatever" relation that lorenz and i have. it is not something everybody knows. but ironically, the guy i feel most awkward with, is the one person i meet in the place i call my escape.
speaking of escape..
i am ecstatic to my next beach visit... i bought these cool havainas.. and it could be expensive.. but... indulgence! malaki naman kasi paa ko noh! and "all flip flops" was the only store where everything fitted me and everything suits me well, and i liked all the designs and my mom did not have anything to fit her. imagine! miss lotus feet did not find anything that would fit her. it was not something i would see everyday. i was teasing her nga with this, telloing her that id be buying all my slippers from all flip flops everytime we go somewhere and not just from the local markets of the provinces and she tells me that she;d rather buy me ten pairs of the flip flops from the local markets than buying me one that has the havainas seal. admittedly, sobrantg indulgence naman un no. i can just imagine my lola being so scandalized by the price of that "smagol" ika nga niya.. a pair of slippers causing that much is OUTRAGEOUS! nakakatawa! =))
i can just hear my grandmother's grunting! =P
Sunday, March 12, 2006
self reflection
a tiem for self reflection.
i am selfish.
i never know when to give up
i quit
i try to be perfect
i am not perfect
i strive to reach the best
i never was the best
i aimed for the gold
i got charcoal
i played fire
i got myself burned
i hated me
i loved me
i know when i cry but
i also speak as if i'm fine
i never admit things
i will confess all of them
i am selfish.
i never know when to give up
i quit
i try to be perfect
i am not perfect
i strive to reach the best
i never was the best
i aimed for the gold
i got charcoal
i played fire
i got myself burned
i hated me
i loved me
i know when i cry but
i also speak as if i'm fine
i never admit things
i will confess all of them
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
gusto ko matuto magdrive
gusto ko matuto magdrive.. kahit na wala akong toga..
gusto ko \ matuto magdrive kahit na hindi ako graduate..
TOOOOOOOOOOOOOggggggAAAAAA... TOOOOOOOOOOOOOggggggAAAAAA...
para sa akin yan.. dahil ako ay walang toga... hindi na ako gragraduate..
a tribute to us unfortunately tall people..
magdudusa tayo habambuhay dahil walang toga kayang punan ang kahabaan ng ating mga binti...
GRRR!!!!!!
gusto ko \ matuto magdrive kahit na hindi ako graduate..
TOOOOOOOOOOOOOggggggAAAAAA... TOOOOOOOOOOOOOggggggAAAAAA...
para sa akin yan.. dahil ako ay walang toga... hindi na ako gragraduate..
a tribute to us unfortunately tall people..
magdudusa tayo habambuhay dahil walang toga kayang punan ang kahabaan ng ating mga binti...
GRRR!!!!!!
Saturday, March 04, 2006
he did not
i guess this is it.
it calls me to an end.
i drank last night. we finshed the wine bottle opened last tuesday. i told everyone that i was to celebrate the pleasing UPCAt results in my part. but admittedly, it was only a mask.
FOUR YEARS. it has been four years. four years of playing cat and mouse, hide and seek, pretending that i could go on forever. but i guess, FOUR YEARS is enough. i thought that i was with him in this rocky ride. i was confident enough to face the world against us then; JUST BECAUSE I THOUGHT HE WAS THERE. but then. last night. i looked around my boat. and funny enough, the ride i thought i shared with him, the ride i confidently took inspite of all the waves because of him, was non existent. to make it more correct; the ride did exist but him being there did not.
how did i even made it through? only to see myself alone in the end. how did my patience allowed this to happen? and i know; he could not care less. come to think of it, did he ever cared? did he ever? had i ever heard him ask me how i was? how i am dealing with problems at school? how happy i am? how sad i am? when i cry, did he ever ask me why? did he ever bother knowing how i was doing? was he even attached? did he even tried to reach out? were oour conversations even half of what i thought it was? was he ever true to me?
it troubles me that last night, the answers to my questions are all NO. and that part of my life was a fantasy.
i cannot believe where i stayed since last night. i was in the center of a very big lie. i cannot believe that i settled for something second rated. ME! ME WHO PUSHES FOR THE BEST! i cannot believed i settled for being number two! i cannot believe i let myself believe that i am only second best! BECAUSE I WAS NOT! but then, his ways taught me that i was.
if my ego was with me, if it did not leave me four years ago, it would have slapped me HARD on the face just to wake me up in the false sense of LOVE and FRIENDSHIP i supposedly had been having with him for the past four years.
it was toxic. but friends never told me straight that it was. if they did, i never did listen. some of my so-called friends even pushed me to it. not even thinking how it was affecting me. i saw my grades deteriorating. i saw myself shrinking down low. but then, i did stop at some point. and last night, it was the end.
it was hard saying goodbye. because admittedly, i could have fallen at some point. it was a good thing that i did listen to my mom. or otehrwise, i could drown myself in a bigger mess. a bigger bull. it is 27 days until graduation. and i would get to that point. i will.
i thought i was strong. i thought i was miss iron, ready to take on any challenge. i was. i guess i am. and this is a reason why i accepted being second rated. becaue i was determined to see myself to the end. i needed to trip thousands of times before i realize what i really was to him. what it really was. what we really were. and what he really was. only to find myself saying in the end, that the answer all of the questions being NOTHING.
everybody asked the question. everybody wanted to know the answer. but not everybody had the answer. i am proud to say. that what i used to say is now in past tense. but who cares? why would they?
he did not.
it calls me to an end.
i drank last night. we finshed the wine bottle opened last tuesday. i told everyone that i was to celebrate the pleasing UPCAt results in my part. but admittedly, it was only a mask.
FOUR YEARS. it has been four years. four years of playing cat and mouse, hide and seek, pretending that i could go on forever. but i guess, FOUR YEARS is enough. i thought that i was with him in this rocky ride. i was confident enough to face the world against us then; JUST BECAUSE I THOUGHT HE WAS THERE. but then. last night. i looked around my boat. and funny enough, the ride i thought i shared with him, the ride i confidently took inspite of all the waves because of him, was non existent. to make it more correct; the ride did exist but him being there did not.
how did i even made it through? only to see myself alone in the end. how did my patience allowed this to happen? and i know; he could not care less. come to think of it, did he ever cared? did he ever? had i ever heard him ask me how i was? how i am dealing with problems at school? how happy i am? how sad i am? when i cry, did he ever ask me why? did he ever bother knowing how i was doing? was he even attached? did he even tried to reach out? were oour conversations even half of what i thought it was? was he ever true to me?
it troubles me that last night, the answers to my questions are all NO. and that part of my life was a fantasy.
i cannot believe where i stayed since last night. i was in the center of a very big lie. i cannot believe that i settled for something second rated. ME! ME WHO PUSHES FOR THE BEST! i cannot believed i settled for being number two! i cannot believe i let myself believe that i am only second best! BECAUSE I WAS NOT! but then, his ways taught me that i was.
if my ego was with me, if it did not leave me four years ago, it would have slapped me HARD on the face just to wake me up in the false sense of LOVE and FRIENDSHIP i supposedly had been having with him for the past four years.
it was toxic. but friends never told me straight that it was. if they did, i never did listen. some of my so-called friends even pushed me to it. not even thinking how it was affecting me. i saw my grades deteriorating. i saw myself shrinking down low. but then, i did stop at some point. and last night, it was the end.
it was hard saying goodbye. because admittedly, i could have fallen at some point. it was a good thing that i did listen to my mom. or otehrwise, i could drown myself in a bigger mess. a bigger bull. it is 27 days until graduation. and i would get to that point. i will.
i thought i was strong. i thought i was miss iron, ready to take on any challenge. i was. i guess i am. and this is a reason why i accepted being second rated. becaue i was determined to see myself to the end. i needed to trip thousands of times before i realize what i really was to him. what it really was. what we really were. and what he really was. only to find myself saying in the end, that the answer all of the questions being NOTHING.
everybody asked the question. everybody wanted to know the answer. but not everybody had the answer. i am proud to say. that what i used to say is now in past tense. but who cares? why would they?
he did not.
Friday, March 03, 2006
the thin fine line
This is such a blessed week! I have been blessed by so many things that i can only do as much as be grateful at the very least of everything that i received. I reviewed everything i had written for the past month. what i had written were angst and revenge, hate in general. but, i know, that i am very blessed this year. more than i ever deserved. so as i update this blog for this night, let me start off with thank you's.
--------------------------------------------
Thank you my dear Father up above, for letting me past UP. It was such a memorable event. Although I did not past my first choice, the mere thought that I past the "country's premiere state university" as they say is such a blessing on my part. Akala ko talaga dati, asa naman ako. but here i am! i passed UP!! UP!!! UNIVERSITY OF THE PHILIPPINES!!! and i could not be more happier. i am one step closer to my dreams.
Each event calls for a celebration. This one does. and i want to at least, be able to drink half of the alreayd opened red wine tonight. and i will. i'l drink! but hey, it's red wine. and once in a while, indulgence is important, is it not?
I'm really happy. And of course, very thankful of the support of the family. Especially my dear mother. My mom. I can only recall the day I took my entrance exams, i was near to tears afterwards. I was pressured by my upcoming periodical exams, the tedious reports and projects and my own desire plus others' words, that i MUST and WILL pass UP. pressure. and at that time i could not contain it. mom patiently comforted me with both sweet sugar coated words plus of course, the reality. although the latter was not at all comforting, and actually amde me more depressed, at least, IT WAS REALITY. and it feels good to say it in past tense. because in the end. i did pass. THANK GOD!
The support of my friends. i can remember their patience with me, whenever i feel so sad about UP before the results went out. and thanks to stace. i remember she texted me that her gift for me would be me passing to UP. thanks for the gift Stace!! I owe you a big one! and of course, this list would go on and on if i started mentioning all of my friends. So, to my Best friend (who is equally happy--baka nga happier pa--that i passed, salamat kuya), to the BSP (thanks for the support gals, i love you so much; congrats to shen), to the family (i love you!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!! Mummy!!!! THANKS FOR EVERYTHING!! DAD!!! THANKS FOR BELIEVING IN ME!!!), and especially, above all others, to MY GOD, MY DEAR FATHER UP ABOVE, THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THIS VERY RARE CHANCE. i would do everything not to let you done. and i hope you'd continue helping me.
-----------------------------------------------
something my father told me few years back crossed my mind. See, my dad is a very intelligent person. That's why he is such an icon. He is a man with intelligence and wisdom. A very rare combination. He told me before that Love and hate has a very thin line. The line could easily break once there is too much of love or too muhc of hate. in both cases, the rule of excessiveness applies.
at the young age, i was a non believer of that preaching. because at that childish mind, love was a venue for perfectness. Love was the story told by my fairytale books,danced by different princesses, experienced by every girl and felt by everyone around me.
Little did i know that the truth was that it was only exploited by every feel good chick flicks, put into commercials by every actor and actress, celebrity and politician just to gain public approval. that was today. few years after. when "love" showed up in front of me, danced to get my attention eager to hold my hand, till i finlaly gave in, only to stop myself just in time before i let it slap my self hard in the face.
but i think it's best that i got a taste of it just before stupidity and idiosyncrasy got better of me. just before college. and i guess i have that SOMEBODY to thank for. though undeniably, i HATE him. still. THANKS. I hate u.
-----------------------------------------------
--------------------------------------------
Thank you my dear Father up above, for letting me past UP. It was such a memorable event. Although I did not past my first choice, the mere thought that I past the "country's premiere state university" as they say is such a blessing on my part. Akala ko talaga dati, asa naman ako. but here i am! i passed UP!! UP!!! UNIVERSITY OF THE PHILIPPINES!!! and i could not be more happier. i am one step closer to my dreams.
Each event calls for a celebration. This one does. and i want to at least, be able to drink half of the alreayd opened red wine tonight. and i will. i'l drink! but hey, it's red wine. and once in a while, indulgence is important, is it not?
I'm really happy. And of course, very thankful of the support of the family. Especially my dear mother. My mom. I can only recall the day I took my entrance exams, i was near to tears afterwards. I was pressured by my upcoming periodical exams, the tedious reports and projects and my own desire plus others' words, that i MUST and WILL pass UP. pressure. and at that time i could not contain it. mom patiently comforted me with both sweet sugar coated words plus of course, the reality. although the latter was not at all comforting, and actually amde me more depressed, at least, IT WAS REALITY. and it feels good to say it in past tense. because in the end. i did pass. THANK GOD!
The support of my friends. i can remember their patience with me, whenever i feel so sad about UP before the results went out. and thanks to stace. i remember she texted me that her gift for me would be me passing to UP. thanks for the gift Stace!! I owe you a big one! and of course, this list would go on and on if i started mentioning all of my friends. So, to my Best friend (who is equally happy--baka nga happier pa--that i passed, salamat kuya), to the BSP (thanks for the support gals, i love you so much; congrats to shen), to the family (i love you!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!! Mummy!!!! THANKS FOR EVERYTHING!! DAD!!! THANKS FOR BELIEVING IN ME!!!), and especially, above all others, to MY GOD, MY DEAR FATHER UP ABOVE, THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THIS VERY RARE CHANCE. i would do everything not to let you done. and i hope you'd continue helping me.
-----------------------------------------------
something my father told me few years back crossed my mind. See, my dad is a very intelligent person. That's why he is such an icon. He is a man with intelligence and wisdom. A very rare combination. He told me before that Love and hate has a very thin line. The line could easily break once there is too much of love or too muhc of hate. in both cases, the rule of excessiveness applies.
at the young age, i was a non believer of that preaching. because at that childish mind, love was a venue for perfectness. Love was the story told by my fairytale books,danced by different princesses, experienced by every girl and felt by everyone around me.
Little did i know that the truth was that it was only exploited by every feel good chick flicks, put into commercials by every actor and actress, celebrity and politician just to gain public approval. that was today. few years after. when "love" showed up in front of me, danced to get my attention eager to hold my hand, till i finlaly gave in, only to stop myself just in time before i let it slap my self hard in the face.
but i think it's best that i got a taste of it just before stupidity and idiosyncrasy got better of me. just before college. and i guess i have that SOMEBODY to thank for. though undeniably, i HATE him. still. THANKS. I hate u.
-----------------------------------------------
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
