These are the original instructions.
1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. Press forward for each question.
3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense. NO CHEATING!
These are my improvised ones since i dont have an ipod.
1. Get any songhits/song book lying around (i wanted the big thick one but cant find it so im using instead the magic sing playlist folder)
2. Flip through the pages while reading the question then stop flipping after.
3. Randomly point to any part of the page with your finger (i recommend the index one, but feel free to use your favorite)
4. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense.
NO CHEATING!
How are you feeling today?
- Bye bye love
Will you get far in life?
- Fever
How do your friends see you?
- Tonight I celebrate my love
Will you get married?
- Come together
What is your life's theme song?
- Keep on running
What is the story of your life?
- Do you want to know a secret?
What was high school like?
- Vision of love
How can you get ahead in life?
- Don't worry, be happy
What is tomorrow going to be like?
- Lead me lord
What is the best thing about your friends?
- You're only lonely
What is in store for the next weekend?
- Oh donna
What song best describes you?
- Gaano kadalas ang minsan
How is your life going?
- Ready to take a chance again
What song will play at your funeral?
- By the light of the silver moon
How does the world see you?
- All for love
Will you have a happy life?
- Thriller
What do your friends really think of you?
- Green green grass of home
What song describes the person you're
attracted to?
- Don't be cruel
What message would you like to tell the next generation?
- Nasaan ang liwanag
Do you have a deep dark secret?
- Separate ways, worlds apart
Fun na rin yon for me
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Taken from chockwit's blog- WHAT BE THE STORY OF...
your name
Before I was Maite, I was called tetchie (lord!). When my parents realized that my hips will never allow me to live up to the promise set by ms. Agbayani ‘pinaka magandang hayop sa balat ng lupa,’ it was immediately changed to the cuter, more adorable “maite”
The name has since evolved into several spin-offs; Ets, Etlers, Ettie, and the less popular Ettiloo.
your parents
Beauty and the Beast. Okay fine, my dad was probably hot in his day. He was the local bully and she was the no-nonsense smarty pants of the biggest mestiza-producing family in Isabela. He built a wall around her before she even reached puberty and no one, NO ONE, was allowed within 42 million miles of it.
So since she thought he was all the man the world had to offer, she took him.
your last birthday
Quiet and simple.
your first love
Oh god. Gross. But fine. Niv. He was my best friend in sophomore year in CSA. Could talk to him for hours and hours and he made me laugh everyday of the week and twice on Sundays for 6 years. Well, for, at least 5 of the 6 years.
your room
I just recently had my very own room (pathetic.) It used to be my mom’s office so the wall paper and the blinds are very mommy. But I love it. It has a bay window that overlooks the garden. But since I’m a wimpy schwimpy, the blinds are closed most of the time.
A big-ass german flag hangs on the wall (a gift from Tom from camp) for no good reason.
last Christmas
I don’t remember. But I think I just spent it with the family at home. And maybe I went out after with friends. But I really don’t remember.
your last valentines
Oh…. I don’t remember.
your current clothes
I’m in all white despite the weather. So I wont be surprised if someone mistakes me for a fridge and puts vegetables under my pants.
the 1st time you saw your crush
Patrick Dempsey. Grey’s Anatomy.
you and your best friend
I saw her pass her suicidal phase and she saw me pass my pathetic cry-me-a-river stage.
She buys everything I sell plus one because that’s how she is.
We used to be hermits. I hung out at her house everyday for two years and that was all the outside world I needed. One time, we were just watching tv at her flat when the doorbell rang, we literally froze and thought “But I’m here and you’re here so who the hell could that be?!?”
It was manang josie from downstairs who needed something or other.
the last place you went to
Uhhh…. The banyo. Okay naman sya, malinis na rin compared to the banyo sa SM malls.
the last time you cried
Babaw tears? – caught the ending of spanglish and cried at the mother-daughter dialogue. “Will you do anything to make sure that you don’t end up anything like me?” (I paraphrase) God! Kinaya ba yon ni ets?
your greatest achievement so far
Wala ata eh.
last movie you watched
Beauty and the Beast special edition last night on DVD. I love gaston.
Before I was Maite, I was called tetchie (lord!). When my parents realized that my hips will never allow me to live up to the promise set by ms. Agbayani ‘pinaka magandang hayop sa balat ng lupa,’ it was immediately changed to the cuter, more adorable “maite”
The name has since evolved into several spin-offs; Ets, Etlers, Ettie, and the less popular Ettiloo.
your parents
Beauty and the Beast. Okay fine, my dad was probably hot in his day. He was the local bully and she was the no-nonsense smarty pants of the biggest mestiza-producing family in Isabela. He built a wall around her before she even reached puberty and no one, NO ONE, was allowed within 42 million miles of it.
So since she thought he was all the man the world had to offer, she took him.
your last birthday
Quiet and simple.
your first love
Oh god. Gross. But fine. Niv. He was my best friend in sophomore year in CSA. Could talk to him for hours and hours and he made me laugh everyday of the week and twice on Sundays for 6 years. Well, for, at least 5 of the 6 years.
your room
I just recently had my very own room (pathetic.) It used to be my mom’s office so the wall paper and the blinds are very mommy. But I love it. It has a bay window that overlooks the garden. But since I’m a wimpy schwimpy, the blinds are closed most of the time.
A big-ass german flag hangs on the wall (a gift from Tom from camp) for no good reason.
last Christmas
I don’t remember. But I think I just spent it with the family at home. And maybe I went out after with friends. But I really don’t remember.
your last valentines
Oh…. I don’t remember.
your current clothes
I’m in all white despite the weather. So I wont be surprised if someone mistakes me for a fridge and puts vegetables under my pants.
the 1st time you saw your crush
Patrick Dempsey. Grey’s Anatomy.
you and your best friend
I saw her pass her suicidal phase and she saw me pass my pathetic cry-me-a-river stage.
She buys everything I sell plus one because that’s how she is.
We used to be hermits. I hung out at her house everyday for two years and that was all the outside world I needed. One time, we were just watching tv at her flat when the doorbell rang, we literally froze and thought “But I’m here and you’re here so who the hell could that be?!?”
It was manang josie from downstairs who needed something or other.
the last place you went to
Uhhh…. The banyo. Okay naman sya, malinis na rin compared to the banyo sa SM malls.
the last time you cried
Babaw tears? – caught the ending of spanglish and cried at the mother-daughter dialogue. “Will you do anything to make sure that you don’t end up anything like me?” (I paraphrase) God! Kinaya ba yon ni ets?
your greatest achievement so far
Wala ata eh.
last movie you watched
Beauty and the Beast special edition last night on DVD. I love gaston.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
DOODLES
I love to doodle. For people with A.D.D. like myself, doodling can be your new best friend. Especially when you're in a meeting and you want to look like you care even if really you're back in boracay laughing at the chums who are pretending to be waiting for the bus. And as you stifle a chuckle at that memory, you look down and scribble something, anything, then you look back up and say "uh huh" or "of course" and you're nothing but a dedicated a.e. again.
My alone time with doodling is every tuesday morning where I lock myself in a small room and attend a conference call. I'm not a big fan of conference calls. Meeting with other people scattered around the region via a boomerang shaped teleconferencing device is just about as futile as masturbation. I mean sure we could use the practice, and sure it can be fun, but the only audience you're really trying to please is yourself. And the rest of the peeps on the call are busy playing with themselves also that they dont really pay attention. I know i dont.
But no, I dont masturbate to pass the time during these calls. Our conference room opens to the office of the chairman so i try not to touch myself while in there. I doodle.
Doodling is really a zen exercise ha. You just clear your head of things and trust your hand to create something wonderful. And you allow yourself to be surprised nalang at the masterpiece that awaits you when you snap out of the trance.
My favorite objects of doodling are eyes, flowers, and (for some reason)swastikas.
I also like scribbling down words, or names, or just letters. Of course ETS is a favorite.
This morning, our conference call took longer than usual. So i had more time to doodle. When it was over, I realized that I had written one name over and over in different fonts and sizes.
AIDA.
how strange. I dont even know an aida.
My alone time with doodling is every tuesday morning where I lock myself in a small room and attend a conference call. I'm not a big fan of conference calls. Meeting with other people scattered around the region via a boomerang shaped teleconferencing device is just about as futile as masturbation. I mean sure we could use the practice, and sure it can be fun, but the only audience you're really trying to please is yourself. And the rest of the peeps on the call are busy playing with themselves also that they dont really pay attention. I know i dont.
But no, I dont masturbate to pass the time during these calls. Our conference room opens to the office of the chairman so i try not to touch myself while in there. I doodle.
Doodling is really a zen exercise ha. You just clear your head of things and trust your hand to create something wonderful. And you allow yourself to be surprised nalang at the masterpiece that awaits you when you snap out of the trance.
My favorite objects of doodling are eyes, flowers, and (for some reason)swastikas.
I also like scribbling down words, or names, or just letters. Of course ETS is a favorite.
This morning, our conference call took longer than usual. So i had more time to doodle. When it was over, I realized that I had written one name over and over in different fonts and sizes.
AIDA.
how strange. I dont even know an aida.
Friday, July 07, 2006
RAIN
I had to take a pause last night on my way to the terminal to take it all in.
The smell of the freshly bathed asphalt after a sudden downpour, the raindrops that find me in the mild drizzle that followed, the rustling leaves of the trees that line up benavidez, the distant but still audible howling of the wind, the woman with her blue umbrella and black 2-inch pumps scurrying along pass the men who find refuge in mini-stop and doughnuts, the icky feeling of my slippers absorbing the dirty rainwater puddle that i brilliantly unconsciously chose to stand on despite the dry land that neighbors it 2 inches to its left, the entire gloomy, grey, gotham city aura of makati.
I was standing on X and I was happy.
My geads I really lurveeee the rain!
Sana I have moments like that everyday. Even if it lasts for only 10 seconds. Even if it's followed by an overcrowded shuttle ride, the cancellation of an order after I've bought all the ingredients, and the gas running out in the middle of baking. Because it is these 10 fast, fleeting seconds that take our breath away and make us feel truly alive in a lifetime of an otherwise mundane existence. And not because it is pregnant with meaning and purpose, but because in those ten seconds, you dont need one.
"Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain”
i got this quote from jenni's blog, and i love it. The last time I played in the rain was in majayjay with my chums. Wait let me find a picture. Okay, never mind, I'm so fat pala there. But anyway, I lurveeeeeeeeeeee the rain. Tapos gigi wanted to wash na her hair since we were drenched anyway, but as soon as she lathered up, finish na the rain. So she just played volleyball with shampoo in her hair. Hee hee. So funny. okay fine, i will post it na nga.
And i also found this other quote which will be my mantra from now on in all other aspects in my life.
"The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.”
The smell of the freshly bathed asphalt after a sudden downpour, the raindrops that find me in the mild drizzle that followed, the rustling leaves of the trees that line up benavidez, the distant but still audible howling of the wind, the woman with her blue umbrella and black 2-inch pumps scurrying along pass the men who find refuge in mini-stop and doughnuts, the icky feeling of my slippers absorbing the dirty rainwater puddle that i brilliantly unconsciously chose to stand on despite the dry land that neighbors it 2 inches to its left, the entire gloomy, grey, gotham city aura of makati.
I was standing on X and I was happy.
My geads I really lurveeee the rain!
Sana I have moments like that everyday. Even if it lasts for only 10 seconds. Even if it's followed by an overcrowded shuttle ride, the cancellation of an order after I've bought all the ingredients, and the gas running out in the middle of baking. Because it is these 10 fast, fleeting seconds that take our breath away and make us feel truly alive in a lifetime of an otherwise mundane existence. And not because it is pregnant with meaning and purpose, but because in those ten seconds, you dont need one.
"Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain”
i got this quote from jenni's blog, and i love it. The last time I played in the rain was in majayjay with my chums. Wait let me find a picture. Okay, never mind, I'm so fat pala there. But anyway, I lurveeeeeeeeeeee the rain. Tapos gigi wanted to wash na her hair since we were drenched anyway, but as soon as she lathered up, finish na the rain. So she just played volleyball with shampoo in her hair. Hee hee. So funny. okay fine, i will post it na nga.
And i also found this other quote which will be my mantra from now on in all other aspects in my life.
"The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.”
Thursday, July 06, 2006
INGRID! and CISV
I already heard a lot about her before I even knew what she looked like. Riya constantly talked about her and their adventures in India. So when riya told me that Ingrid was going to be the leader of the norwegian delegation again when it was my turn to go, I knew it was going to be a great camp.
Jenny (the british leader) and I took our day off with Ingrid. And since she's been there before, she knew exactly where to take us. She brought us to this wonderful place where they sold traditional indian shoes. She took us around downtown lucknow in search of various pasalubongs and stuff. She took us to this pub where these two old and drunk indian men tried to chat us up (and while we said yes to free drinks, we said no to everything else.) She took us to Aryan restaurant which, without question, gave me my best taste of indian food yet.
Ingrid can sing tong tong tong tong pakitong kitong off the top of her head, not one syllable mispronounced. She insisted that my kids call her tita. She had the most infectious laugh and gave the tightest hugs. She was mortified of mice and cried several times in camp when this one little one we called pinky ocassionally dropped by quite nonchalantly in the middle of our meetings.
She rode the camel with me and we both screamed like little girls when the poor animal stood up to take us around the football field.
She also has the most beautiful skin I have ever seen.
Her delegation was the first to leave camp. On her last night, I went with her to say good night to the kids and watched her sing norwegian lullabies until they all cried themselves to sleep.
She's just really an all-around amazing person.
And she's coming to the Philippines in December.
Woooo Hoooooo!!!!! I'm so excited.
me and ingrid. woooo hoooo!!!!!
****
anyway, all this talk about ingrid has suddenly made me miss camp.
Every night, we would all gather around the lullaby room and well sing lullabies. (Hoy joel stop rolling your eyes!!!) Anyway, we dont sing naman twinkle twinkle noh, we sing nice songs naman. Favorites were yesterday, leaving on a jet plane, and for some reason, Hotel California.
This song was one of my favorites :-), I will sing it now.
TIME OF YOUR LIFE
Another turning point;
a fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist;
directs you where to go.
So make the best of this test
and don't ask why.
It's not a question
but a lesson learned in time.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
So take the photographs
and still frames in your mind.
Hang it on a shelf
In good health and good time.
Tattoos of memories
and dead skin on trial.
For what it's worth,
it was worth all the while.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
Jenny (the british leader) and I took our day off with Ingrid. And since she's been there before, she knew exactly where to take us. She brought us to this wonderful place where they sold traditional indian shoes. She took us around downtown lucknow in search of various pasalubongs and stuff. She took us to this pub where these two old and drunk indian men tried to chat us up (and while we said yes to free drinks, we said no to everything else.) She took us to Aryan restaurant which, without question, gave me my best taste of indian food yet.
Ingrid can sing tong tong tong tong pakitong kitong off the top of her head, not one syllable mispronounced. She insisted that my kids call her tita. She had the most infectious laugh and gave the tightest hugs. She was mortified of mice and cried several times in camp when this one little one we called pinky ocassionally dropped by quite nonchalantly in the middle of our meetings.
She rode the camel with me and we both screamed like little girls when the poor animal stood up to take us around the football field.
She also has the most beautiful skin I have ever seen.
Her delegation was the first to leave camp. On her last night, I went with her to say good night to the kids and watched her sing norwegian lullabies until they all cried themselves to sleep.
She's just really an all-around amazing person.
And she's coming to the Philippines in December.
Woooo Hoooooo!!!!! I'm so excited.
me and ingrid. woooo hoooo!!!!!
****
anyway, all this talk about ingrid has suddenly made me miss camp.
Every night, we would all gather around the lullaby room and well sing lullabies. (Hoy joel stop rolling your eyes!!!) Anyway, we dont sing naman twinkle twinkle noh, we sing nice songs naman. Favorites were yesterday, leaving on a jet plane, and for some reason, Hotel California.
This song was one of my favorites :-), I will sing it now.
TIME OF YOUR LIFE
Another turning point;
a fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist;
directs you where to go.
So make the best of this test
and don't ask why.
It's not a question
but a lesson learned in time.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
So take the photographs
and still frames in your mind.
Hang it on a shelf
In good health and good time.
Tattoos of memories
and dead skin on trial.
For what it's worth,
it was worth all the while.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
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