45 of the Most Random Things
...You Probably Never Needed to Know About Someone
What's your name spelt backwards? Sorevilo Yenoh
What did you do last night? C+C's Partner's Meeting. Made lasagna for today.
The last thing you downloaded onto your computer?Hmmm...training modules for food service and preparation.
Have you ever licked a 9 volt battery? No, but I can try...
Last time you swam in a pool? Shoot...Alona Palm, Bohol, was that August last year?
What are you wearing? Pajamas
How many cars have you owned? 4
Type of music you dislike most?Country
Are you registered to vote? Yes, but now disenfranchised I think...
Do you have cable? Yes
What kind of computer do you use? Compaq Presario 1700 laptop at home, Indigo I-Mac at the office
Ever made a prank phone call? In high school yes, hehe (get a life)
You like anyone right now? Uy, yes, kinda. Hihihi.
Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving? Shureba.
Furthest place you ever traveled? Hmmm. "Furthest" is relative. Midwestern US, Switzerland.
What's your favorite comic strip? Pugad Baboy
Do you know all the words to the national anthem? Lupang Hinirang? Of course.
Shower, morning or night? Preferably, both. But if given a choice, morning, always.
Best movie you've seen in the past month? Waaah...haven't seen any this last month. *Loser*
Favorite pizza toppings? Pepperoni, fresh tomatoes, mozzarella, sausage, shrimp
Chips or popcorn? Chips
What cell phone provider do you have? Globe, Smart (
jologs ko daw according to Bonggapang)
Have you ever smoked peanut shells? Ha??
Have you ever been in a beauty pageant? It's not too late!
Orange Juice or apple? OJ; apple looks like weewee and tastes like - never mind
Who were the last people you sat at lunch with? Venus, Anna,
Mang William this afternoon at the office
Favorite chocolate bar? Lindt Pistachio, Twix, Toblerone, Baby Ruth
Who is your longest friend and how long? Longest standing - Patrick Ramon Victor Arcenas Segovia aka Bonggapang, June 1986. Longest best friends - Rene "Neyney" Guevara, June 1986 also but he didn't show up for class half as much; Filomena Mayleen "Miles" B. Po, June 1987 but we didn't become really close 'til later.
Last time you ate a homegrown tomato? Ay shucks, almost 2 years ago.
Have you ever won a trophy? Yup! For debate.
Favorite arcade game? Pac-man.
Ever ordered from an infomercial? No. Almost, hehe.
Sprite or 7-UP? Sprite
Have you ever had to wear a uniform to school/work? To school, UPIS
yaya whites.
Last thing you bought at Walgreens? Make-up
ni Mommy
Ever thrown up in public? Public as in, in the presence of friends? Yes, once or twice.
Would you prefer being a millionaire or finding true love? Finding true love, because I know I will be a millionaire already.
Chorva! Do you believe in love at first sight? Di 'yata.SPONGEBOB OR JIMMY NEUTRON? Sus, both are geeks.
Did you have long hair as a young kid? Yup! I still do. But that's going soon.
What message is on your voicemail machine? I haven't personalized it lately - I think you'll get the generic message now.
Where would you like to go right now? To bed?
What's the name of your pet? I have no pets of my own right now. Generic name for my adopted pets in BC: "monstah!" or, when I feel affectionate, "puppppyyyyyyy..."
What kind of back pack do you have, and what's in it? For long-ish trips, TNF Women's Crestone - nothing in it right now; and my trusty all-purpose 6 year old Eastpak that's been around the world and the Philippines many times; right now it carries my laptop, catering folders, books, classcards, a couple of wraps (my BC warmers), a rice cracker...
What do you think about most? Uh, all the stuff I need to do. What God's will for me might be. WHO God's will for me might be.
Grow Older, Grow Better
Freak...I was just on Friendster a few minutes ago and clicked on the page of one of my "friendsters," an artistic influence I truly admire and was privileged to work with in college. And I was shocked to realize that he's now 45 years old. 45. As in 5 years away from 50. Almost half a century. Fritatta,
buti nalang maganda pa rin siya - I swear, he doesn't look a year over 44. He he. Seriously, he looks like he's in his mid 30's.
Whereas I find myself four years short of 40. So this is what it means to get older but not feel any differently (
sabi nga nila). I honestly feel the same way I felt when I was 27 (weird that I chose that particular age as a reference point) but I can tell you that, just like my 45-year old friend, I look so much better than I did when I was younger (younger as in 27, 21, 17!).
I think that's really the key to aging: grow
better as you grow older. It's the Sean Connery/good cheese/good wine theory - as the years go by, you improve so much more that people won't even think of comparing your fabulous present self to your more youthful past. And even if they do, it's only to show that you've come a long way, baby. I don't ever want people to say,
"ang ganda-ganda niya noon!" when they can very well use the present tense (and they do, albeit sometimes on cue, he he)! I don't think I would have it any way: I'd like to be able to say that the best I've ever been or looked in my life is the way I
am and
look right now - more interesting, better looking than ever. Even if - correction, BECAUSE I am - closer to 40. Add experience, wisdom, and the sharpened intellect that comes with age to that...and you're pretty much set the scene. What's more, the best is yet to come :-)
Uno Dos Tres
Siya sige, patusin...
3 People Who Make Me Laugh:Uno: Oman and Mike G (buy one take one)
Dos: Jaylyn
Tres: Carina!!
3 Things I Love:Uno: cooking
Dos: shopping
Tres: traveling
3 Things I Hate:Uno: inauthenticity
Dos: unreliability
Tres: politics. Pwe!
3 Things On My Desk:Uno: Crucifix (St. Benedict's)
Dos: Mirant 2006 desk calendar (copy written by moi, hehe)
Tres: A whole lot of other junk. CC!!!! Limpiamos, ahora mismo.
3 Things I Am Doing Right Now:Uno: drinking
Dos: thinking
Tres: uh, stinking?
Diiii ha.3 Things I Want To Do Before I Die:Uno: meet the right guy, raise a family!
Dos: bring the Good News to more people
Tres: spread the Love :-)
3 Things I Can Do:Uno: cook almost anything really well (for inquiries, contact ccpersonalcaterers@gmail.com, hehe)
Dos: write advertising copy, scripts, articles, poetry (!?)
Tres: all things, in Christ!!! Only through Him have I been able to play Bminor, Bflat, heck, play the guitar period.
3 Ways to Describe My Personality:Uno: gregarious
Dos: intelligent
Tres: strong and extra-spicy (ha, the faint of heart need not apply hehe - sorry, no wallflowers here, move along...)
3 Things People Might Not Know About Me:Uno: I graduated high school at 14, college at 18
Dos: I've ridden the MRT only once (as in one way)
Tres: I have batlike directional radar. And gay-dar as well. Mwaha!
3 Things I Think You Should Listen To:Uno: God, your conscience, the Church (basically, GOD.)
Dos: Father John Korapi, Bishop Sheen, John Paul II the Great, Father Steve Tynan
Tres: Rey Valera.
3 Things I Don't Think You Should Listen To Ever:Uno: Politicians
Dos: People who try to shoot down your dreams
Tres: Kris Aquino
3 of My Absolute Favorite Foods:Uno: My Lola's cooking ('
daya ba - but you have not lived until you've had some of her
Nilagang Baka, Kare-Kare, Pipian, Kaldereta etcetera. Haaaaaaay heaven. But she says my own cooking is faithful to hers. And now I'm the one who's teaching her a few tricks, hehe.)
Dos: Ma Mon Luk
siopao and
mami - in the same genre, Luk Yuen's
halo-halo congee when I'm sick.
Tres: Dampa seafood - crabs, shrimps, oysters, fish, squid cooked
kay Aling Tonyang. Yuuuuuum.
3 Things I'd Like to Learn:Uno: how to cut hair
Dos: how to make more desserts
Tres: what the heck makes men tick. Chorva.
3 Beverages I Drink Regularly:Uno: Coke Light
Dos: San Mig Light
Tres: H2O Light
3 Shows I Watched When I Was A Child:Uno: Combat (with Vic Morrow, bonding show with my Dad)
Dos: Flor de Luna/Anna Liza (contraband TV!)
Tres: Sigmund the Sea Monster
3 People I Tag to Do This CrapUno: Jeryc
Dos: Lex
Tres: Anson
And anyone else who'd like to do it!!
Lists
I love airports. It might seem weird for some, but they're the best places to engage in some serious people-watching. And so, instead of engaging in time-killing diversions such as reading or sleeping, I observe everyone else (better off being the observer than the observee).
Given my penchant for list writing, I found this little thingy on 43 Things that made me think of all those good times spent (mostly alone) in *eek* 29 airports, international and domestic, where I got the chance to indulge my passion for people-watching:
http://www.listsofbests.com/list/12634/compare/HoneyOh
House Sitter
"The Keys" episode of
Seinfeld happened to be airing this morning as I was getting ready for work. In it, Jerry takes away Kramer's spare keys to his apartment, which leads to further key swapping among the foursome. My favorite lines in the entire episode are a classic philosophical discourse by Cosmo Kramer:
"Because you see, George, having the keys to Jerry's apartment? That kept me in a fantasy world. Every time I went over to his house, it was like I was on vacation. Better food, better view, better TV. And cleaner? Oh - much cleaner. That became my reality. I ignored the squalor in my own life because I'm looking at life, you see, through Jerry's eyes. I was living in twilight, George. Living in the shadows. Living in the darkness...like you."
Strange coincidence that I was listening to these lines in the clean, organized comfort of my best friend's living room.
As of this writing, Miles is in France with David and the kids, the
yayas and driver are on vacation, and
Titang (Lala's contraction of "Tita" and "Ninang") Honey is house-sitting. A very practical arrangement, considering that I'm also "office-sitting" for Miles in Ortigas, a convenient five minutes away from Valle 1 (as opposed to the better part of an hour spent traveling from BCQC).
It's actually pretty much of a needed respite since I haven't been staying in the quiet solitude of JJ-Phad BC as much as I'd like to. The transitory nature of house-sitting is almost like an extended hotel stay - a vacation, if you will - everything is at your disposal, but nothing is quite yours. And since Miles is far more organized than I could ever hope to be, yes, Kramer, her place is much cleaner than mine (my bedroom in BCQC anyway; JJPhad-BC is slightly less chaotic).
Funny how I've been in this situation more than a few times over the years - home alone, entrusted with the spare keys of a friend/family member's abode. Abodes which are endless sources of amusement as I get to explore these people's personality in absentia (not that I do any intrusive snooping, mind you!): for instance, Miles, always the efficient Type A master organizer, "files"
EVERYTHING properly - papers, books, spices, baby toys, even remote controls and er, frying pans. Her house is the living example of "A place for everything, everything in its own place." Anyone who knows me well will tell you that that description could never apply to me - but there's always hope. Paging Thom Phylicia/Martha Stewart!
Speaking of whom, Stelle and Tim's QC apartment was an American lifestyle dream - a New York couple's classic styles transplanted to the third world, complete with huge, heat-stricken New York dog (a Chow Chow named Funchi). And, much to my horror, the dog's very own turtle...who I discovered was likewise entrusted to yours truly only after three days, when a noticeable stink began to emanate from the vicinity of what I thought was just a rock garden...
Which reminds me, Miles and Lala keep an aquarium of huge goldfish on the lanai - a fact I'd forgotten (I'm mostly indoors whenever I'm over there) until
Ate Malou came over one day to fold the laundry and I went outside to catch some sun. Eek! Those fish had been
daing from hunger - well not really, but it seemed the cute thing to say.
Anyway, back to Stelle and Tim and Funchi, my big, hunky, heavyweight of a companion for a week. Funchi (the Francisco's "baby" prior to the birth of Mikaela) had a bad case of the mange - so bad (and bloody, ugh) that his vet recommended extreme measures. But measures that would have involved much grief and mourning on the part of "Mommy" and "Daddy" and so the home-visiting (not to mention very cute and hunky) vet decided to go with the next best thing. Which inflicted much grief and mourning on the part of "Tita" Honey instead, as the poor doggie, who'd been sedated just so the vet could proceed with treatment, woke up in the wee hours of the morning and started howling so pathetically upon finding that his body was not yet fully functional. And thus Tita had to carry all slobbery, puking, 120 pounds of him up and down the stairs and onto his favorite bed or to the fire escape to poop or even to his parents' room... Hmm, this is beginning to sound so familiar that it's not funny.
As slobbery but not at all puke-y was Savannah, the dog-in-residence of my good friend Justin's Paris apartment (how come my friend's houses always come with an animal of some kind or another?!). Savannah was the sweetest thing, always snuggling in bed with me, greeting me happily whenever I'd come home, dragging me down three flights of stairs to the cold Paris sidewalk outside in my nightgown at 6 a.m. for her morning pee... Which should have been my roommate David's job, because he, after all, professed to love Savannah as much as we adored her owner, but that early in the morning, he was as useless to me as Funchi's turtle. And sometimes just as stinky. But Justin didn't just leave his apartment and his doggie to my care - he also left his then-boyfriend, Julien, a brooding government worker who'd come into the apartment every so often to surf the chatrooms and look at photos of naked men (well OK, we
all looked - considering that Justin liked to prominently display his latest photographic masterpieces all over his living room!).
Man, I could write a book about house-sitting and all the weird "responsibilities" that go with it...and I haven't even mentioned yet the Evil Cat in the Minnesota basement or the scary squirrels on the South Side porch. Shudder. For now, I should be happy that I only have a few underfed goldfish to contend with. So far.
Freaky
| Your Personality Is |
Idealist (NF)
You are a passionate, caring, and unique person.
You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals.
You are the most compassionate of all types and connect with others easily.
Your heart tends to rule you. You can't make decisions without considering feelings.
You seek out other empathetic people to befriend.
Truth and authenticity matters in your friendships.
In love, you give everything you have to relationships. You fall in love easily.
At work, you crave personal expression and meaning in your career.
With others, you communicate well. You can spend all night talking with someone.
As far as your looks go, you've likely taken the time to develop your own personal style.
On weekends, you like to be with others. Charity work is also a favorite pastime of yours. |
Hahahahaha!! Ain't that the truth?
This blogthing thingy is fun...!!
| You Don't Have a Boyfriend Because You are Too Busy |
While a relationship sounds nice, you're strapped for time
Whether you're legitimately busy or just making excuses...
... You don't give men enough of your time.
As nice as "instant love" would be, there's just no such thing. |
Nyehe!
Hmm...apparently my
"son" is considerably more evil than I am...hehe!
| You Are 50% Evil |
You are evil, but you haven't yet mastered the dark side.
Fear not though - you are on your way to world domination. |
