Now this is more like it!

Hahaha!

Your Reputation Is: Maneater

You're the kind of girl all the chicks hate... And guys are both scared of you yet strangely drawn in.

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Shortest Personality Test

Can I say I agree with the result? Not quite... I just liked the simplicity and classic-feel of the photo. I just thought of posting this anyway just for kicks.

Your Personality Profile

You are pure, moral, and adaptable. You tend to blend into your surroundings. Shy on the outside, you're outspoken to your friends. You believe that you live a virtuous life... And you tend to judge others with a harsh eye. As a result, people tend to crave your approval.

The World's Shortest Personality Test

The Veronika in Me

I finished reading the book Veronika Decides To Die not too long ago, and just like all other Paolo Coehlo penned pieces, this was another can't-put-down read. This is the second part of the trilogy And on the Seventh Day and as the title suggests, reflects the author's views on death and his own experiences in a mental institution.

Being the drama queen that I am, I couldn't help but relate myself to the lead character, Veronika. Not sure if it's only me or the character is meant to tap into each one of the readers but I seriously think I am soo like the unreformed Veronika! I pride in being such a neutral person -- walay libog, in Bisaya. I'm adapt to new environments fairly quickly, get along with most people all because I really don't let anything get to me. I know people with strong opinions about everything that they only move in circles of people who share the same views. Me on the other hand, don't impose my opinions on anyone. I've got my own feelings and views but I think those opinions only apply to me. If other people think otherwise, I really couldn't be bothered. Apathetic you might say. But nothing really gets to me. Nothing really bothers me. Nothing really irks me and gets under my skin.

The Pros: Not having too many worries
Being free of grudes towards people, things and situations
Problem-free* (*most of the time)
Getting along with most people


The Cons: I never really thought it had any, but as the book showed me -- suicidal tendencies (horrors!)

I haven't reached the suicidal tendencies stage yet (thank God!), but at times, I do feel like life can get bland. Boring and just not interesting enough. Life can seem to be nothing more than black, white and the occassional grey. This brings memories of my ReEd teacher in uni when she challenged our class that when faced with a situation, it is better to either love it or hate it. I really didn't get her concept that time because I would rather love it or not care. I felt that if people hate something, they are driven by anger and rage that will lead them into doing wrong, and if I "just didn't care", I wouldn't do anything wrong and that's a better thing, right? Not quite.

After reading the book, I saw that my I-just-don't-care attitude took away all the reds, blues, yellows in my life! Everyone is absolutely unique and it's ok to hate or dislike something. It's all part of being human, of being passionate. It is only through loving and hating that one lives life to the fullest and makes the most of what God had given us. We only have one shot at this thing called life, and not caring is just not good enough.

Deborah delight

The Recipe For Deborah

3 parts Energy 2 parts Instinct 1 part Warmth Splash of Delight Sip slowly on the beach

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I've Grown Up!

Well, according to this test anyway. =)

You Are A Woman!

Congratulations, you've made it to adulthood. You're emotionally mature, responsible, and unlikely to act out. You accept that life is hard - and do your best to keep things upbeat. This makes you the perfect girlfriend... or even wife!

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Virtual Rehab

Rehab is in fashion these days. However, the only thing I can think of that I've been having in excess is my virtual presence -- the sites I maintain in cyberspace -- my virtual portfolio, as you might say. Two friendster accounts, Multiply, Facebook, MySpace, Yahoo 360, Flicker and a whole lot of other crap, most of which I don't even bother to check. I feel I need to detox my accounts because I feel like my messy footprints are all over cyberspace and I feel my virtual presence is such a clutter! The need to clean up my online mess is so overwhelming at the moment. I tried fixing up my Multiply but I'm not too content with the themes I've come across. I'm thinking of deleting both my Friendster accounts and setting up a new one. And don't even get me started on my Facebook. Now, I got a weekend project! Hopefully, 2 days is enough for this, ahem, project.

Can't Hardly Wait

I will be lying if I said there wasn't one thing on my mind these days. 18 days to go till I get to play tour guide to my hugsy here in Sydney! :) When I was leaving for Cebu in November, I started my countdown around 40 days before my departure, and those 40 days seemed to just fly by. Oddly enough, 18 days seems too far! The clock has been teasing me and testing my patience. I've already have my itinerary set out for the weekend that MJ arrives here. I've taken the Friday and Monday off, and we've already got our schedules full! From restaurant reservations, to a visit to Luna Park, to the registry of Births, Deaths and Marriages. I'm not even looking forward to the Easter Long Weekend. All through work today, I was emailing with Tita Fe and Pana. They were thinking of spending Easter Long Weekend in the Central Coast - complete with Pinoy dishes. Even the lure of Crispy Pata and Arroz Caldo isn't enough to drag me out of my beloved Sydney. I'm just planning to spend the whole time here, counting down the days till "M-bie" comes to be.

It's Growing Too Fast!

Enough said.

Sharing Spaces

Saturday morning was the first day of Autumn, and the cold early morning air was unforgiving, waking me up to grab a sheet for warmth. I realised that I was already wrapped up in my blanket. So I got up and decided to bring out the winter gear and put away my summer wardrobe. As I was doing this, it occured to me that I might just as well make way for MJ's arrival at the end of the month. Meaning, I had to make space for him in my wardrobe and my drawers ...and my bed.

It wasn't easy emptying half of my wardrobe. What initially seemed like a menial task at first was becoming a burden. Why did I have to go through the horrors of segragating which clothes I needed and which ones weren't. I slowly started to turn against MJ. He was the one who was soon-to-be encroaching on in my life, why did I have to go through the inconvenience. I loved my clothes and always boasted about my roomy wardrobe and now, I had to reduce it by 50%! How much more compromising would it be to be in a domestic partnership? MJ had suggested that he just buy one of those zip-up, cheapy-looking, assembly-required wardrobes. For what? So it could ruin the decor of my pretty little room? No way, Jose. It was eating me up. Am I ready to actually spend half of my time and space with this guy? Being boyfriend-girlfriend was fine. But moving in together? I wasn't quite sure how it would feel.

Sunday afternoon, I was walking to church. It was a good 15-minute walk from the Westfield Parramatta, the mall where I've just been. The weather was really good and while I was walking, I passed by the river. I saw people aimlessly walking about and families having picnics. I so wanted to spend the afternoon there. Just lying around in the park with a good book in hand. And there was nothing more that could make it better than having MJ beside me. I secretly tried to hide my smile. There was nothing more my heart wanted than to have him beside me -- even if I had to vacate half my wardrobe and drawers.

After several Sex and the City reruns, it was really hard to get sleep on Sunday evening. Maybe it was the new pillows that I bought for MJ. Maybe it was becasue I wasn't used to sleeping on the outer edge to the bed. I tried moving to"my side", the other side of the bed closer to the wall. I was still tossing and turning. Then I realised, I don't have A side. I normally slept in the middle of the bed. So I curled up into my favorite fetal-position, taking up my itty bitty spot right smack in the middle of the bed. I don't need to choose which side of the bed I wanted to sleep in -- well, at least until MJ gets here. For now, I'll make the most of sleeping in the middle.