Saturday, February 27, 2010

What's Your Love Language?

A few days back, I chanced upon the book The Five Love Languages bu Gary Chapman during my trip to the bookstore. Of course, being the huge bookworm that I am, I took some time to scan what it was all about because it actually reminds me that I have heard about this before.

Now, a few people do know that I love Catholic preacher and writer Bo Sanchez. So what has he got to do with this? I have this little notebook where I wrote some points he discussed in his TV program sometime in 2007 and as I browsed that tiny notebook, lo and behold! there was actually an episode about that topic--love language. What are those things all about? Basically, it's how you convey love and how you want to be loved. Both the book and Bo's discussion say the same thing. Those love languages are as follows:

1. Words of Affirmation
2. Quality Time
3. Receiving Gifts
4. Acts of Service
5. Physical Touch

And yesterday, I learned through Facebook friend, Rochelle Sy Chua about this quiz Learn your Love Language found on the book's website. With a spun of growing curiosity I gave it a try. After getting done with the questions, my results were:

Words of Affirmation = 3 pts.
Quality Time = 7 pts.
Receiving Gifts = 3 pts.
Acts of Service = 8 pts
Physical Touch = 9 pts.

The quiz should I say is somewhat precise. Indeed while majority of the points went to Physical Touch, I also attest that Acts of Service and Quality Time are really my secondary love languages. The assessment revealed my way of communicating love is in the form of actions than in words. Surprisingly, despite being so well-versed at the mushy stuff it never appeared to be my way of conveying the L word. Much the same as compliments don't sit well to my senses (which made me strongly believe over the conviction of Samanta Mumba's song Don't Need You To (Tell Me I'm Beautiful).

"I don't need you to tell me I'm pretty to make me feel beautiful...I don't need you to believe in me to make me know I'm worth believing in."

Exactly. Because more than the words, it is the works that to me is of great importance. Probing that maybe I'm not into and am the bolera kind.

Try the quiz now and get to know yours. Click on the Love Languages Website now.

Monday, February 22, 2010


Since the past week, I have been thinking about posting this funny, a bit inspiring post. During one of my me moments, I playfully listed (written on a fast food receipt) some things that are either common between him and me. Some things that are actually like funny coincidences and found these:

He loves this float. In a way, whenever my nerves are getting all cranky, this one gives me some soothing relief, cure for my sweet tooth and if in case I want to have that giddy feeling of being a child again enjoying sundae but with soda in it. And with him on the sidelines, there's a little more reason for the float to be sweeter and much more enjoyable :-p (but not to the point that it's going to give me diabetes!)

Glee. Surprisingly, while he's got a nice voice (and I would want to hear him sing) he told me that he liked a rendition of a 70's song that was included in this musical comedy. I can actually see him to be the Pinoy version of one of the characters, that bad-boy, antipatiko-looking crooner Noah "Puck" Puckerman.

But the one thing that caught me by surprise when I study about those similarities? This:

Thus I'm trying to veer away from anything about this man pictured above. Because quietly, over the past weeks I found out he's got some similarities to hunk-y Derek Ramsey. And there was something I confessed to one of my friends about it (wink!, wink!).

There still are a lot that I found out but, I'd trim them down to these. Now I'm off to get a few minutes of nap. Maybe I'm just sleepy. See you later.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Things Are Indeed Turning

Finally, after 13 years since I graduated from gradeschool, I met up with one of my best friends Barbie. While I find it giddy because we we're meeting up to see a modista to get the measurements for her upcoming wedding, I find it a bit funny because as we saw each other, I remember Barbie telling me, "grabe ganito pa ang pagkikita natin."

Surprising indeed. It took 13 years before this reunion and she's getting hitched. But I think that doesn't make not much difference now (okay, aside for the fact that I am among those few single species standing and waiting in line). Some of my colleagues status wise have changed their last names as most of them are now Mrs. Charming because the Prince had landed to sweep them off their feet and they became princesses or queens who knocked Prince Charming off his socks :-p

And as I type this down, I remembered the email sent to me by one of my colleagues back then during my days working in a not-so-posh Makati office regarding Peter Pan Syndrome.

Now, I don't plan to be into eternal childhood mode but as I read back that email and try to think about this day's events it dawned on me that:

"You know you're growing up when your [weekend] itinerary includes baptisms, weddings and bridal showers of people not related to you."

Ouch! While Barbie might not be a closely-knit relative, she's after all, my grade school best friend. And realizing that she's soon to end her days as a sassy bachelorette, it's also telling me that I am seriously, growing old. Things are really different as they are turning; and it seems to be turning fast. While I have little concerns about going through quarter life crisis earlier than expected, it's something I have to bear with -- regardless if I want it or not.

Okay, enough of the ranting or else this good-looking lawyer-to-be will hit on me by saying I'm so idealistic. On the other hand, I can't be more than any happier for Barbie especially now that she's about to tie the knot. At the back of my head, I was yelling "oh yeah! another wedding, another blushing bride!" As for me, I'm on the third strike of being a bridesmaid. And I don't see anything wrong with it.

Because I know I'll soon trip Mr. Charming and knock him off his feet -- and socks too! =)

Thursday, February 18, 2010

I Need A Larger Make-Up Bag

Surprisingly yes! You saw it right. I'm happy to admit that I am wearing make-up now. For the longest time ever, I have known myself to be real late bloomer. In all sense of the world, While I know and am sure I am a girl, there was one thing I doesn't seem to like--make up.

Yes. Back in highschool, while all my classmates were prettifying themselves at age 13, I on the other hand only wear cosmetics during occasions--weddings of relatives, prom night and graduation day. And it continued until college. Back in the university, I remember three occasions with myself in make-up: during a presentation, graduation pictorial and on the graduation day itself.

But things started to change last year. I suppose going through a break-up is a blessing in some ways. One time while having this evening in the mall, I was approached by someone to ask if I'd like a makeover. I thought it will be a great idea so I decided to give it a try.

It seemed to be the start of a big transformation. Nowadays, my bag is filled with these beauty goodies. Converting my bag from an ordinary lugging stuff to a loot bag of colorful palettes. Unfortunately, I need a larger storage for these girly things. But I enjoyed doing my own make-up now though I still try to keep it simple. And people around me get surprised too because just like me, they aren't so used to seeing me in a new hairstyle and with a touch-up of color on.

These days, with my usual pen, notebook, phone and ID, I lug with me a lipgloss, lipstick (I have two different brands of the same shade), liquid foundation, wipes that are useful in removing make-up, eyeshadow and a liquid blush (that PrettyWhenPinched from Bench makes me giddy!) And it feels good to walk around knowing that being transformed is among the best things that can happen to me.

Indeed, a woman's best revenge is to be beautiful. And the other thing, a good looking man is one valid inspiration for a woman to look good too. I agree to that!

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Ash Wednesday

Today is Ash Wednesday. Officially the start of Lent. And while it is an obligation to do fasting and abstinence, I am still in the midst of deciding what sacrifice will I be doing.

I can do with no-meat during Fridays. But what I am also thinking about, get ready for this: going on a Facebook diet for the whole Holy Week.

I was unable to go to Mass though. One of my articles wasn't approved; and my appointment was rescheduled for Friday.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

The (Good) Thing About Rescheduling

As of this writing, I am trying to win against my allergy again. And supposedly, I should be off to an appointment this afternoon. An appointment relied to me by my mom yesterday as I arrived home from visiting my alma mater. Yes, I was of course excited yet uncertain because mom herself was also unsure if she heard the information right including the venue and the time for the appointment.

And so this morning, I decided to send a message to the person concerned to confirm that I will attend only to be informed that the appointment will be rescheduled for tomorrow afternoon.

Now, there had been instances lately that some of the things and events that I expect to happen gets to be postponed or perhaps rescheduled for a later date. Some if not most of the instances do me a favor and lets me breathe a little sigh of relief such as:

  • The bloggers' event that I attended three weeks ago was supposed to be on January 23 but it was moved to January 25. In a way, I am thankful as a few days back, the kinda clumsy me met a minor accident and with the postponement of the event, it gave enough time for the wounds to heal and it made me ready, up and going when the event finally pushed through.
  • While I joined the promo of MMLDC for Valentine's Day, I can't say I am unlucky for not have won the prize (dinner for two on Valentine's eve) because if I did, it will give me another concern on who am I going to tag along for a "date".
  • And this time, when the appointment was postponed for tomorrow, it is giving me a favor because for one, this allergy will possibly hamper the meeting. At with the new schedule, I can have time to do things related to the appointment and the backlogs which include having my new photo taken, my resume printed, my two pending articles drafted and prepare for the meeting tomorrow.

Not to forget, having this allergic rhinitis treated and I'd be able to have my face mask finally applied tonight! And I'm doing it for the first time. Vanity? I don't think so. For the sake of beauty? probably.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

A Love Like Yours

Love or no love, I know that this year, I have a reason to celebrate a Valentine's not in the shade of blue but in a way, tickled pink.

All the while I was seeing Valentine's as blue, sad and disappointing but today, it's a bit different. And though I don't see myself blushing, no roses even dinner dates but then, just thinking of how significant this day is, it' enough for me to be happy.

I know, just like James Taylor's song says, a love like yours will surely come my way...this year. :-)

Happy Valentine's Day.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Old Clips and Valentine's Day

A few days, out of boredom, I tried searching for clips of old episodes of TV shows on Youtube. The past month, I got to watch some of the clips from General Hospital; and last week, I out of curiosity looked for some episodes of the defunct show Rescue 911. There were a lot of episodes but this one was what I liked:

Episode 616 from January 31, 1995. This was one of those episodes that I fondly remember from way, way back. While the video could be kinda drastic as this is an informational television series, it actually brought that kinda mushy, hopeless romantic worm in me. Why?

Okay, while the episode focused on saving a life in an emergency situation, the story actually revolved about two teenagers, Nick and Amanda who were acquainted during a school's prom night. It let me give out that Awww.....and the kilig feeling seeing how much the guy took the responsibility to the girl's parents during the ordeal of emergency. The girl's so lucky because someone like Nick really cared and showed concern. What actually moved me was these words that Nick said:

"I was hoping she'd be alright. It was like saying don't take the girl. Cause I don't know what's going to happen to her"

I know I'm getting mushier but that's what I truly feel watching the episode. Call it anything but I believe when someone shows that kind of love, care and concern to you even at the brink of an inevitable circumstance, you'd be that stupid, to refuse even to dismiss it. I should know for at one point, I felt how it feels like to be in that situation too. Indeed when you're at the brink of death, in the midst of fear of breathing your last, you do get to have a different perspective on things.

Don't Take the Girl. It was what made the episode stick to my head and my senses. A song written by Tim McGraw. A song which has a story relevant to the episode. Much more, I love the lyrics that goes:

Tim McGraw

Johnny's daddy was taking him fishin'
When he was eight years old
A little girl came through the front gate holdin' a fishing pole
His dad looked down and smiled, said we can't leave her behind
Son I know you don't want her to go but someday you'll change your mind
And Johnny said "Take Jimmy Johnson, take Tommy Thompson, take my best friend Bo
Take anybody that you want as long as she don't go
Take any boy in the world
Daddy please don't take the girl

Same old boy
Same sweet girl
Ten years down the road
He held her tight and kissed her lips
In front of the picture show
Stranger came and pulled a gun
Grabbed her by the arm said "If you do what I tell you to, there won't be any harm"
And Johnny said "Take my money, take my wallet, take my credit cards
Here's the watch that my grandpa gave me
Here's the key to my car
Mister give it a whirl
But please don't take the girl

Same old boy
Same sweet girl
Five years down the road
There's going to be a little one and she says it's time to go
Doctor says the baby's fine but you'll have to leave
'Cause his momma's fading fast and Johnny hit his knees and there he prayed
Take the very breath you gave me
Take the heart from my chest
I'll gladly take her place if you'll let me
Make this my last request
Take me out of this world
God, please don't take the girl

Johnny's daddy
Was taking him fishin'
When he was eight years old

And I am writing this post two days before Valentine's Day. Indeed there are thing that at one point, you'd be willing to do out of love. And sometimes, the kind of love that's not said but instead demonstrated, is the kind of love that's hard to resist.

I hope you'll have a great Valentine's Day.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

What Book Has Influenced You?

This was among the five questions that I needed to answer as part of an exam in a company a week ago. And I answered without a doubt, 12 Little Things Every Filipino Can Do to Help the Country. For those who haven't read this book yet, I know for sure you'll be intrigued by what this orange paperback contains. Well just to have a rundown, this book lists 12 things that are yes, simple but if performed really makes a difference. What are they? Here goes:

1. Follow traffic rules, follow the law.
2. Whenever you buy or pay for anything, always ask for an official receipt.
3. Don't buy smuggled goods. Buy local, buy Filipino.
4. When you talk to others especially foreigners, speak positively about us and our country.
5. Respect your traffic officer, policeman and soldier.
6. Do not litter. Dispose your garbage properly. Segregate. Recycle Conserve.
7. Support your church.
8. During elections, do your solemn duty.
9. Pay your employees well.
10.Pay your taxes.
11. Adopt a scholar or a poor child.
12. Be a good parent. Teach your kids to follow the law and love our country.

Back then, I was among those few people who found the title and the content intriguing. It was just tonight as I write this entry I realized that long before I took hold of the book, some of those mentioned things are carried on to practice thankfully in the household and in our family. It puts a smile on my face to think that even before this book came to print, Papa was and still is practicing point number two which I suppose were among the things I inherited from him.

It feels great that I am working in affiliation with a good company it was there I first learned environmental stewardship and discipline like the 5S System (I'm more familiar of the Japanese version of it: seiri, seiton, seiso, seiketsu, shitsuke). Talk about following point number six.

And because I am in a way employed, in my own way I earn and part of it goes to the taxes; so to put it, I am following point number 10. I even have the BIR printouts to prove that I am doing so.

Point number 5 was something I learned my own way. Yes, my parents taught me the value of respect but to be specific about policemen, soldiers, enforcers and security guards were things I took up on my own initiative. Because seeing these people do their job despite impending evils of the world that cost them more than just an arm or a leg, a simple word such as "Thank you" for any act of kindness already means a lot to them. (I won't toot my own horns here but I read in one magazine that in order to know a person's real personality, try observing him/her on how he/she treats waiters, enforcers and even security guards. How the person treats them will convey the "real" him or her.)

I wold admit that if not for reading this book, I would not be a registered voter. I was guilty per se of neglecting what is supposed to be a duty and this book served as a slapping call that influenced me to take initiative. It is actually saddening to realize that some people would browse and say the things stated in the book are too easy yet, they come ask them if they try performing any and you'll hear that don't do it at all.

Talk about disappointment. And last week during my visit to the university where I graduated, I brought the first copy that I bought to give to my professor (as I had another copy signed by the author which I decided to keep) and asked her if she could possibly include the book in discussions with her students. I suppose that was also among the ways I got influenced by the book and so I am doing another little thing:

To spread the word and ask others do their part too.

How about you? Has any book influenced you lately? Drop me a comment as I'd be glad to know.