Almost Grasped, But Not Quite

Go to google.com and type (your name) likes to on the search field. Hit the search button and read the results page. Find sentences like the ones I have below which tells you what you’re supposed to like. This is one thing you can do when you just want to make fun of yourself (or when you have nothing else better to do. Just like me a couple of minutes ago.)
   
1. Janelle likes to eat: Rasin Bran, Cap’n Cruch, Yogurt, M&M’s, cottage cheese, Oreos, Twix, and Milky Way candy bars…
Contrary to what it said, I don’t like (as in like) any thing on the list except maybe for Twix and the Oreo cookies (not the cream). I’m no cereal and yogurt fan. And M&M’s and Milky Way go to my "sooo sweet nakakasuyang chocolate" list.

2. Janelle likes to incorporate her physical therapy background in assessing clients and movement and looking for motion blockages.
What is a physical therapy background?! There’s such a thing? What is this, music? Hahaha! Well, I like to assess people and I do have motion blockages. I’m not sure if I get this one right though.

3. Janelle likes to sniff up lysol and her washroom and call me under the influence at whitebear casino.
This is not my way of getting high. Lysol?! My rugby naman ah! Hahahaha!

4. Janelle likes to read—fantasy stories are her favorite. Her drawing illustrates her artistic flare but like her sister she loves to be active.
I love to read. But fantasy stories? Hmn, maybe. Can I count fiction as fantasy stories? Hehe. Wow, artistic ako?! Pwede. I like that… "artistic flare." Naks! Er, none of my sisters are "active" and I am not. Haha!

5. Janelle likes to watch Heroes and AI.
Yup, yup! Kahit na hindi ko pa natatapos ang Heroes Season 2. Loved the first season better. As for AI, tuwing may interesting contestants lang ako nanonood.

6. Janelle likes to comment 143534645645 times.
Naku, hindi naman. I comment on other people’s blog pero madalang din yun. Haha! That’s probably the times I have surfed the net since I was born.

7. Janelle likes to quip, "There wasn’ta mix-up in the children’s department in heaven."
Uh, who quips something like this?!

8. Janelle likes to work with many materials, including spray paint, acrylic paint, house paint (the latex strengthens the plaster), sharpie markers.
Hmn, I’m not sure if they got this one right. Though I’m trying to be artistic, painting is a creative task I’m not really good at. Pero sabagay kung paint lang ng bahay at isang dingding lang, kaya ko yun! Hahaha!

9. Janelle likes to think of me as her project, and this I willingly accept.
Naku, I don’t think of anyone as my "project." Hahahaha!

10. Janelle likes to fly and flip!
Hahahaha, this sounds me. Hehe.

Summer has began. Actually, I’m kindda late already in my "summer" entry. So here goes…

My "summer" started lasted February 16. With nothing and so much to do. Haha! Call that paradoxical or something. But yeah, I’ve been gone for quite a while trying to sort things in my so-called life. (Oookay, I love my life. Promise! Haha!)

I have a draft of an entry here in this blog but I can’t publish it yet. This would answer some questions that other people might be nursing in their heads. Soon, very soon, you’ll know.

I spent my first summer getaway in Vigan with the college friends. I’ll write the entries to our Ilocos journey in my Multiply. I had so much fun. We even spent the Sunday of Pacquiao’s fight in the beach (La Union) instead of tuning in to the television with all those ads infused in between rounds. (Okay, that’s probably why I’m asking why Pacquiao won the fight. I managed to watch through eight rounds then we have to leave for the city.) I managed to show the friends the whole of San Fernando City in 10 minutes. How? Drag them to do some hiking to the Pagoda at the Capitol grounds. Haha! How’s that for an instant sight-seeing?!

I’m still thinking of something to do before the holy week vacay ends. I’m thinking of a road trip. Hmn… Let’s see.

My multiply blog still says On A Brief Hiatus (experiencing withdrawal symptoms). But I’m out of this rut now. No more withdrawal whatsoever. I can now breathe (and heave a sigh of relief?! haha!). I’ll soon be back to reality. Just give me a couple of days more to get my feet back on track.

Soon I’ll be dancing again.

Thank goodness.

I have always admired this friend of mine. She is fearless. She never falters in her decisions. She never skips a beat when she says yes or no. She’s never afraid to fall in love, never afraid to get her heart broken.

I described her as “daring and darling” then and it never really changed. She’s always been the brave one when it comes to jumping into relationships. I’ve been a witness to her relationships starting from our high school days together up to now, though I already lost track on who’s the real deal and who’s the fling. I’ve always counted more than five, serious or not.  I’ve probably known all the guys, some not as deeply known as the others. I’ve met them, had a little chit-chat from time to time, and after that, forgot them when it’s all over.

She finds the time to introduce them all to me. She knows the drill. The baptism of fire is me. When he passes my taste, he’s in for the long run. When I’m doubtful, she still gives it a chance. She doesn’t listen sometimes and that’s fine with me. That’s what I’m envious of. She takes a chance. She always takes a chance.

Of course I let out a little of my predictions, my likes and dislikes. “He seems rather odd to me. You really like him?” “He goes to the gym? Wow. Some hunk you got there… or maybe not. Seems gay to me.” “He’s good-looking, very polite too. Pogi points yan, bruha.” “He sort of scares me. Doesn’t he scare you?” She usually laughs at my snippets of sarcasm. Sometimes, she frowns too. Maybe wanted to strangle me a couple of times for saying those kinds of things against her suitors and boyfriends. The thing is she doesn’t mind when I say what I want to say. They might hurt her, yes, but she still listens. Shrugs them off if she thinks I’m being an overbearing friend or agrees when she sees my point. Friendship is a give and take relationship. I love her to bits. She knows I can’t lie to her when it comes to her guys. I want her to be happy.

Of course, when she gets hurt, I am also hurt. Screw those jerks! How dare they hurt my friend! They didn’t know how she fought for them, took a chance against all odds and battled for them until the end. How dare they let go of one prized catch? After all the ranting, in the end, I always tell her that she’s worthy of someone better. Someone will come along who’ll be worthy of her smiles, laughter, and tears.

There’s a man out there waiting for her, who’ll take a chance and will fight for her. Fearless as she is.