Archive for March 2009
Interestingly.. things pop up on Facebook that are MUST DO’s… like this music survey!
1. Put your MP3 player, iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.
IF SOMEONE SAYS ‘ARE YOU OKAY’ YOU SAY?
Earth to Bella pt 1. – Incubus
HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF
You Are My All In All – Chris Tomlin
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
The Way You Look At Me – Christian Bautista
HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Biography of a Band – Popple
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
Kiss The Air – Danny Calvert
WHAT’S YOUR MOTTO?
Realize – Colbie Caillat
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
I’m Not Afraid Of Anything – Songs Of A New World Soundtrack..
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
La La Land – Demi Lovato
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
If We Were A Movie – Hannah Montana..
WHAT IS 2 + 2?
If I Let You Go – Westlife
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Shiver – Maroon 5
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
The Forecast – Jason Mraz
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Revolution – The Beatles
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Got To Believe In Magic – Got 2 Believe soundtrack.. aww.. how sweet!!
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Nothing In Common – Jason Robert Brown.. hahahahaha..
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Panic – Backstreet Boys
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
All That I’m Living For – Evanescense
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
Afraid – Kyle Riabko
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Not Giving Up – Natasha Beddingfield
WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?
Imagine Me Without You – Jaci Velasquez
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
I’m Scared – Duffy
My current boyfriend is my first Filipino boyfriend. I had attempted to date another Filipino in college but that was just a very wierd situation.
In the past, my boyfriends and the objects of various crushes and infatuatins have not been Filipino. I live in an area where, growing up, there weren’t many Filipinos to begin with. It’s only in the past ten years or so that the Filipino population has grown here considerably.
Also, I’m considered “tall” for a Filipino woman. I’m about 5’6 1/2″ to about 5’7″. For a Filipina.. that is tall.. so it’s always been difficult to find a Filipino boy that is taller than me..
Opportunities to get to know some Filipino boys were few and far between.. in fact.. my Filipino boyfriend doesn’t even live near me! I had to find one that lives an hour and a half away from me!
It’s not that I have NEVER been attracted to Filipino boys.. it’s just that I guess I didn’t know enough growing up to build a collection “filipino boys I’ve had a crush on.. or dated.. ”
On a cute sidenote:
This Sunday will mark the the one year anniversary of the day that OT and I officially met.. can I get an “awwwwww…”
Yesterday was my day off.
It was nice. I napped in the middle of the day. Did homework. Finished homework. Cross-stitched. Cross-stitched.
Watched a lot of Jon and Kate.. plus eight.
Needless to say, I had a hard time falling asleep last night because of my mid-day nap.
I can’t stand it. It’s wierd. A couple of years ago, I could take a nap in the mid-day and going to sleep at night wouldn’t be affected at all.
Nowadays, if I take a nap.. I have the hardest time going to sleep..
Is that what old age does to a person?
Does a year or two really make a difference in a person?
I promise that I’ll get back to my random factoids.. I’ve been busy.. and kinda lazy.. and I’ve actually had topics to actually blog about… so I guess you can say I’ve been relatively creative.. NOT!
I’m actually blogging because I have a song stuck in my head.. Nelly Furtado.. “On the radio..”
Not the whole song.. but the chorus..
I remember the days when I was so eager to satisfy you
And be less then I was just to prove I could walk beside you
Now that I’ve flown away I see you’ve chosen to stay behind me
And still you curse the day I decided to stay true to myself
I don’t know why it’s stuck in my head.. I’ve always like the melody to that chorus.. and the message isn’t half bad either.. I’m sure we’ve all been in relationships that you thought were right.. and in the end.. you find out you were so very, very wrong.
Makes you scared to jump into another relationship.. but like everything.. it’s a risk.. and a lesson.. and someday.. my prince will come.. who knows.. he may be here already.. let’s hope so!
In our lab’s storeroom, there are shelves that can get moved thru the room to create more walking space.. apperantly.. thats how they are at my boyfriend’s work too. If you aren’t careful and are unaware of anyone else in other rows.. you can easily move a wall and squish the unsuspecting lab coworker.. that is if they aren’t screaming for you to stop..
Well.. my bestie.. that works with my boyfriend.. just texted me to tell me that my boyfriend tried to kill her with those moving walls..
Silly boyfriend. Silly best friend.
I remember almost killing the janitor by doing the exact same thing.. and I also remember barely escaping sudden death when one of my co-workers was moving the walls..
By the way.. when I mean death.. I’m totally exaggerating..
You can’t get killed by those moving walls.. maybe just bruised.. a scream is enough to stop anyone from pushing those walls too far in..
This royally sucks. As a person that loves to sing, this is something that is always feared and dreaded the most whenever I catch a cold or get sick.
This is apparently the cold that never ends..
I’m trying not to cough. I’ve been traumatized by what has happened to my mother’s vocal chords as a result of a bad cold that left her coughing for about a month. Coughing is a singers mortal enemy. As a result of her cough, she now has nodules on her vocal chords. She’s been going to through some vocal therapy, but with her constantly losing her voice, she isn’t getting very far. Surgery may be the next option.
Anything involving cutting me open.. and working on my vocal chords.. something I never ever want to risk.. I love to sing too much..
Thank God I don’t have any singing engagements coming up.. ugh.. I don’t like being sick.
It was more like a weekend to forget..
Today is the boyfriend’s birthday. The plan was to be down there this weekend to celebrate. But we all know I got sick.. and I was stuck in bed all week.. and by default.. I was stuck in bed all weekend.
I missed my boyfriend’s birthday weekend.
Good part was I got to miss three days of work.. plus the weekend. It was like a mini-vacation.
Bad part is coming back makes me feel all out of sorts as I’m trying to catch up and make sense of all the things that have happened while I was sick. I hate missing so much work because I always feel lost when I get back.
I feel really bad for missing out on his birthday and not being able to spend his birthday with him. It’s my thing about “firsts..”
It is his first birthday with us as a couple.. and we celebrated mine together.. I really wanted to be there to celebrate his.. sigh.
There’s always next year.. and if God allows.. many years to come..
But lets not get ahead of ourselves.. let’s just take this.. one year at a time..
Sad thing is.. I still feel a little down.. as in.. sick.. as in.. blah!