20 questions

So no one tagged me to do this, but it's almost one in the morning and I'm still at work, and it doesn't look like I'll be going home any time soon. So I think I've earned the right to indulge myself for a bit. (I'm OC, I edited some of the questions...)

Here's the rule: Remove 1 question from the list below, and add your own personal question to make it a total of 20 questions. Tag 8 people, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have blessings from all.

1. At what age do/did you wish to marry?
Before I hit 30.

2. What color do you like most?
I know it's a non-color, but I'm a fan of white. And chocolate brown. And gold. I like me my neutrals, with a touch of glam.

3. If you can have a superpower, what would it be?
Same as Peter Petrelli's. But if I were the only one with a superpower, it would be useless...so maybe teleportation. Not into the whole time travel thing because changing the past has so many repercussions.

4. If you can travel anywhere in the world, where would you want to go?
Back to Italy. Greece. Spain. South America. Japan.

5. Which part of you do you hate the most?
I don't hate any part of me--I've grown to love me over the years. But if I were to get rid of something, it would be the excess fat in my abdominal area.

6. When you get sad, what do you do?
Eat at Pancake House.

7. If you win $1 million, what would you do with the money?
Buy a house. Travel. Buy books. Buy clothes. Give my parents money. Give to charity (seriously). Start a business. Spoil H in a major way.

8. What do you love the most about last year (2007)?
That I fell in love with Ultimate. That I got to attend my first Indian wedding. That I got to spend more time with BFF Mads.

9. What is your New Year's resolution?
One of them is to eat fruits and veggies every day.

10. What is the moment you regret most?
It's not really a moment--but I kind of regret not taking dance classes when I was younger.

11. What type of person do you hate the most?
Cheaters. People who focus on covering their ass instead of getting the job done.

12. What is your greatest asset?
My brain.

13. What do people normally notice about you?
My legs. My bum. My eye color. Lately, people have been telling me that I'm toned.

14. How did you celebrate the New Year?
Had dinner at Seven Corners with my brother's family, watched fireworks from their suite, then went to the Fort with H--partied with Pam and Mads at the reopened Embassy (thanks to Pam for getting us in), went to Cuisine to look for Ching and Joey, then went to High Street to meet up with True Friend.

15. Name the one body part your hubby or boyfriend tells you he adores.
Everything about me.:)

16. It's 2008. What are you looking forward to this year?
Possibilities.

17. Anything in your life that you wish weren't so awful?
The state of my finances. It's not awful, but it could be better.

18. What's the shallowest thing you intend to do this year?
Lose some of my abdominal fat.

19. And the most noble thing you plan to do?
Preserve a part of our heritage. (It's a little vague, I know, but I've got a plan...)

20. Name three people you not only want to MEET, but would love to be FRIENDS/BFFs with. (As in first-name basis, email/text you when they're in town.)

a) Heidi Klum
b) Oprah
c) Johnny Depp


TAGGING: Three people lang, pasaway ako eh--Lei, Gladzalwayshappy, Mena

Ma-Aga ang Pasko

I was at the office, on my celphone, pacing and trying to get some work done, when I wondered what all the commotion was about. I stopped in mid-pace, looked up, and there, directly in front of me, was Mr. Aga Muhlach. Ah, OK.

He promptly headed into one of the rooms and the noise died down. But since this room was very near our area, we had people "casually" walking by, trying to get a glimpse of him. A while later, there was a sudden buzz of activity. "I guess he's out again," we remarked, and true enough, a few seconds later he was standing right by our desks, as some of our co-workers had their pics snapped with him. It was amazing how much noise one man could generate--I couldn't understand it. People were getting louder to...get his attention?

And then, silence. Ladies and gentlemen, Aga has left the building.

Epilogue
Tisha: Kaninong artista ka mapapa-ganyan? 'Yung you'd wanna have your picture taken with him?
Coni: Adam Brody!
Tisha: Walang local?
Coni: Wala eh. Kayo, Ms. Tish?
Tisha: Robin Padilla!
Coni: (after a few seconds of shocked silence) Hindi kita kinaya, Ms. Tish.

Hahaha.

Guilt

H and I were walking to the parking lot from church last night when a minister (who looked a lot like JAZA) said to us, "You look like you would make great missionaries for holy week." We smiled at him, gave a nervous laugh, and said something like, "Maybe next time," before going on our way.

In the car, I was just racked with guilt. I realized that it was God speaking to me, asking me to do something for Him, and I had the gall to say no. I tried to justify it by saying I wasn't prepared to be a missionary, that I was dealing with my own faith questions and issues and so wasn't the best person to face a non-believer. It's not that I don't believe--I do, wholeheartedly. But in a sense, it is a blind sort of faith, one that trusts completely in my creator, one that cannot be explained by logic--the one thing that many skeptics rely on. If he would have said "Holy Week retreat," I probably would've agreed, because my spirit needs recharging. But missionary? Am I worthy?

But even these explanations could not assuage the guilt, because no matter what my reasons were, I feel like I let Him down. Mary wasn't prepared to be the mother of God, but she was willing to say yes to a lifelong commitment, without any misgivings. I wasn't even willing to say yes to one week, the holiest week of the year.

Oh, Catholics and our deeply ingrained sense of guilt! I must find a way to make it up to Him.

Woohoo!

For the first time in like...ever, I fit into low-waist size-26 skinny jeans!!! Woohoo! I'm guessing they're a bigger size, but it's nice having the illusion that I could fit into that size without getting all muffin-topped. Haha. I was thrilled about the implications on my actual waist. Do I perhaps have my senior-year waistline back? Ooh.

Note: I am not a skinny-jeans fan, was just looking for costume options for the concert. Was told to dress like J. Lo in neutrals, and my personal stylist Pam Q (haha) recommended a gold top and white super skinny jeans tucked into boots. The jeans ended up being way out of my budget...but man, the feeling of sliding into them was priceless!

On my playlist

I first heard this song in dance class and found out later on that it was by Britney. It's called Toy Soldier and I've been trying to look for it on Limewire, but I keep getting some other ballad-ish song. Weird. But anyhoo, this song just makes me wanna get up and dance!



Another song that makes me wanna move:



It's Feedback by Janet Jackson. Love it! I like the CADs kids' choreo to it. And speaking of choreo, my friends and I are drooling over Bobby Newberry's choreo. Kit introduced me to Bobby style--straight guys doing really landi steps! My co-workers and I are itching to attend a workshop. I think I'll fix a class once the concert madness is over. For now, I shall continue to watch and sigh and wish that I had proper dance training when I was younger...



If I get bored enough one day, I shall try to get these steps!

Log on to Bobby's youtube channel for more of his awesome choreo.

If you can't say anything nice...

This is a rare, somewhat angst-y post. I obviously can't post it in that other blog, because I was kind of chosen as the token happy girl--all sunshine and daisies. And well, this is a little too personal for a larger audience.

I read last night that it takes 20 compliments to undo the damage caused by one negative comment. It sure explained a lot. It explained how, no matter how many nice things people tell you, you end up remembering the nasty things you heard. I've gotten so tired of getting criticized every day (about my skin, my weight, my hair, my accomplishments...apparently there is an abundance of things about me that merits criticism) that I nearly snapped today. But I can't let it break my spirit. There are bigger problems in the world. And I am lucky to have a boyfriend who says enough good things about me to erase (or at least dampen the effect of) the negative stuff I hear.

That said, I ask the readers of my blog (yes, all two of you. Haha) to pay someone a compliment today. And if you have the urge to tell someone about what exactly is wrong with him or her, can it. Chances are, the person already knows, and you'll just make matters worse. Be sincere, be kind--and make someone's day.

"At least out loud..."

We normally have karaoke night when we're turning over, meaning we look for songs on YouTube and sing along! Sometimes we have themes (e.g., 80s one-hit wonders), and tonight, we started out with music from animated films. First up was "If I Never Knew You" from Pocahontas. That led to...



Disney's Hercules is one of my all-time favorite animated movies, and I've seen it a grand total of one time! I loved, loved, loved this movie and I really should see it again. I loved Meg, she wasn't the typical Disney princess. Ang landi niya. Haha. The music from this movie was just awesome, sort of like it belongs in a jukebox in some diner. And this song--oh this, song! I just realized this was so my song right before H and I got together. Haha.

[Meg:]
No chance, now way
I won't say it, no, no

[Muses:]
Give up, give in
Check the grin you're in love

[Meg:]
This scene won't play,
I won't say I'm in love

[Muses:]
You're doin flips read our lips
You're in love

[Meg:]
You're way off base
I won't say it
Get off my case
I won't say it

[Muses:]
Girl, don't be proud
It's OK you're in love

[Meg:]
Oh
At least out loud,
I won't say I'm in love

Awww.

*For those who don't know, the title of the song is "I Won't Say (I'm in Love)."

I've given up trying to get any more work done for today. Tralala.