The entire Christmas vacation, I was up at nine the latest and prodded myself into productivity: I completed loads upon loads of laundry, I folded the loads of laundry when they dried, I did recital-related stuff before the recital, I baked, I washed dishes, I made coffee. I wouldn't let myself lie in bed more than I had to, I didn't sleep in even if I needed sleep, I didn't do stuff that looked like I wasn't doing anything, like read or watch TV or even stay online long (though I did go online a lot, but then, my net hours were free from midnight till 8 in the morning, who could blame me?
This would be because my Dad is up at four, has gone jogging and back by six and is the busy bee around the house all morning. I don't like to be told that I'm just wasting my life asleep in the mornings, so I try not to be asleep in the morning. Now that we've gone back to the weekday apartment because work has started, I automatically wake up at 6 (and sleep again) then 8 (and sleep again) and finally at 9 and figure out what to do because I've been such a busybody that it's hard to just relax again after getting used to so much productivity.
Today, I woke up at 6 and saw Jacqui getting ready to go to school. I fell asleep again. I woke up at 8 and saw Lucas saving something from the computer (he was standing, meaning he didn't have time to sit down to surf or work, just transfer files perhaps or burning them onto a CD). I fell asleep again. I woke up at 9 to an empty room and the sound of heavy rain. Which I realized was actually running water in the banyo - somebody had forgotten to close the faucet before leaving. I finally got up from bed to shut the water off and watched a little bit of TV. There were a lot of things I thought of doing but I figured I could do them next week - cleaning the bathroom, reading the essays assigned for school, rewriting the statement of the problem for my thesis, productive stuff. While channel surfing, I found myself falling asleep and waking again, dozing off and waking again. I realize it's been a while since I last did that and it felt good.
It's not something I want to do more - I've always been such an irritatingly busy bee, but given a little leisure time, this morning of couch potato-ness was very welcome. Now, I'm going to check my email, read friends' blogs, wash lunch dishes and get ready for ballet class at 5pm. Sounds like a full schedule to me.
Friday, January 07, 2005
Thursday, January 06, 2005
partly enjoying a partly jazz night
Went out last night; Lala, Elaine, Jewel and I (with Lala's Karl and Elaine's work friends) watched a jazz gig in Saguijo. We loved Quail Quartet (well, I did, definitely, and the other girls said they did too) and watched the start of Sound; we spent the rest of the night outside talking, as talking in a giddy circle is something you can never stop us from, no matter what situation or occassion. We used to be big Sound fans back in the day, so I guess you can say we tried to watch their set. Okay, maybe not BIG fans, but we went out of our way to watch a couple of gigs a couple years ago and we don't do that for anybody.
We are very upfront about admitting that, back in the day, we found this band very cute. Musically, the most excited about them were Waya and Elaine; I remember thinking they were pretty good but I just wasn't into their genre to be as rabid about them as other people are. But on an aesthetic level, each of us girls had a crush on at least one of them, sometimes two. I thought the percussionist cute; I remember watching my first Sound gig (in Millennia! Talk about back in the day..) and saying so and having Doiks say to me, "Girlfriend niya the model of blah blah blah..." and I retort, "Well, boyfriend ko bassist ng blah blah blah, so sinong pinagyayabangan mo?" (That's how Doiks and I love each other, so very brutal with very little of the cariño.)
It was also at a Sound gig that Waya, Jewel and Elaine were trying to convince me to dump my bassist boyfriend because I may be in love with someone else (long backstory I'm not getting into). That night, said boyfriend was arriving in Manila and I had made myself unavailable to him because I was pissed at him for something. That night, under duress, I kept defending him to my friends, saying "Oh, he's not that bad..." And I didn't break up with him but I was mad at him still and felt vindicated that instead of waiting patiently at home for him to call me that he was in town, I was out making eyes at Sound's oblivious percussion player.
Strange then, that last night I discover something while Lala, Jewel and Elaine and I were discussing how we used to be so smitten by these boys only a couple of years ago: the percussion player kind of looks like said bassist ex-boyfriend. It's not a separated at birth thing, but there are just mannerisms and facial expressions and how deep-set the eyes are. It's uncanny.
I still don't think that it's because they're my type, exactly. Maybe I was transferring, to someone who looked exactly like my source of angst. Or something.
Elaine said something to me at this discovery last night: "You're in a better place, now."
You bet your sweet ass.
The highlight of the night (besides Quail Quartet, no I'm not being biased here) was the four of us hanging out and talking. We had once resolved that we should do things together more, instead of just going out for dinner or lunch or coffee and talking. Last time we tried that, we watched Peter Pan and giggled at how cute Peter Pan is, and found we wished we had more time to talk. And last night, we watch a gig together and end up outside, talking. I'm fine with just talking. Then again, it's not as if anyone can quite shut me up.
We are very upfront about admitting that, back in the day, we found this band very cute. Musically, the most excited about them were Waya and Elaine; I remember thinking they were pretty good but I just wasn't into their genre to be as rabid about them as other people are. But on an aesthetic level, each of us girls had a crush on at least one of them, sometimes two. I thought the percussionist cute; I remember watching my first Sound gig (in Millennia! Talk about back in the day..) and saying so and having Doiks say to me, "Girlfriend niya the model of blah blah blah..." and I retort, "Well, boyfriend ko bassist ng blah blah blah, so sinong pinagyayabangan mo?" (That's how Doiks and I love each other, so very brutal with very little of the cariño.)
It was also at a Sound gig that Waya, Jewel and Elaine were trying to convince me to dump my bassist boyfriend because I may be in love with someone else (long backstory I'm not getting into). That night, said boyfriend was arriving in Manila and I had made myself unavailable to him because I was pissed at him for something. That night, under duress, I kept defending him to my friends, saying "Oh, he's not that bad..." And I didn't break up with him but I was mad at him still and felt vindicated that instead of waiting patiently at home for him to call me that he was in town, I was out making eyes at Sound's oblivious percussion player.
Strange then, that last night I discover something while Lala, Jewel and Elaine and I were discussing how we used to be so smitten by these boys only a couple of years ago: the percussion player kind of looks like said bassist ex-boyfriend. It's not a separated at birth thing, but there are just mannerisms and facial expressions and how deep-set the eyes are. It's uncanny.
I still don't think that it's because they're my type, exactly. Maybe I was transferring, to someone who looked exactly like my source of angst. Or something.
Elaine said something to me at this discovery last night: "You're in a better place, now."
You bet your sweet ass.
The highlight of the night (besides Quail Quartet, no I'm not being biased here) was the four of us hanging out and talking. We had once resolved that we should do things together more, instead of just going out for dinner or lunch or coffee and talking. Last time we tried that, we watched Peter Pan and giggled at how cute Peter Pan is, and found we wished we had more time to talk. And last night, we watch a gig together and end up outside, talking. I'm fine with just talking. Then again, it's not as if anyone can quite shut me up.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
mortality, immortality and Mamia
I chatted with an old student of mine, recently. Old because she was my student maybe nine-ten years ago? Otherwise, she's very young, seventeen I think and she just got into a college, not her first choice but I was very amused that she was happy to get one. I know how she must feel, I was that age, once too.
I think, though, that I was not as mature as she is when I was seventeen. I was rebelling against my father about ballet, I was letting my grades slide and wondering why this should affect my college applications, I was in the process of trying to discern what it meant to be really in love and to find all my previous infatuations wanting. Now that I'm thirty, I'm a lot wiser, but I don't think I'm all that wise, when I think about it. There are lots I still have to figure out.
My ultimate goal in life is to be like Mamia, in her seventies, doing whatever she wants, coming and going as she pleases. Mamia never sweats the small stuff, beautifies everything around her and always looks good. I always thought she was the best example of someone who knew what she wanted out of life, got it and is still enjoying it, whatever it is. She's immortal.
During Christmas dinner at my Mamia's, I noticed something I never quite noticed before. Mamia seemed old to me. Old, as in she wasn't her usual perky self harassing everyone to eat, and then to eat more. She was always sitting down somewhere, just smiling and not joining in the conversation. When she got up to move around, she was limping. She fell while shopping recently and hurt her hip. She hadn't quite bounced back yet, I suppose. I'm thinking it's more than her hip, it's watching all the people she knows from her generation passing on before her. She's one of the youngest, so it's unavoidable, but it's got to be hard.
When I gave her a hug after distributing all the gifts from the tree (I was the distributor, not her), she said, "You have to come back here this week because I can't find yung regalo ko sa iyo (my gift to you)." I told her, "I'm too old to get gifts." And she hissed and clucked at me and seemed to be her old self again.
Tonight (well, last night, technically) is her and my Lolo's 52nd wedding anniversary. My Lolo isn't here, but he hardly is anyway, and we had dinner in Mamia's house like we always do (except on the 50th, when they threw this huge party for the two of them in Intramuros). She found my gift, it was a set of three panties. She's always giving me underwear, I wonder if she's worried that I lose them.
She seemed in better spirits tonight than over Christmas and New Year, but that feeling of wanting to hug her all the time didn't go away. You can tell what I'm worried about, and I don't verbalize it, but in a conversation earlier, she verbalized it for me: she related how she and Tita Nena (my mom's tita, but I can't call her Lola if I don't call my grandmother Lola either, now can I) were talking about how they keep worrying about dying, these days. Tita Nena's husband died recently (Did someone close to you die in 2004? Not close to me, but someone close to my Mamia did, and it was sad.) and so I guess they're both thinking about their mortality a lot. Mamia even thought she was having a stroke the other day, but it turned out to be just a muscle pain because she keeps her money in her bra and perhaps the billfold was too large?
Mamia had often said, she's still alive because mala hierba nunca muere (bad grass never dies). That sureness of invincibility has somehow become less sure, though, and it worries me. Not to a great degree, but it does.
Mommy told Mamia tonight about how I said I looked like her in a photograph taken of me recently (y'all know the story). Mamia was amusedly chuckling at the retelling and I piped up with, "Daddy said, 'Ang kapal mo, sino naman ang nagsabi sa yo na maganda ka?' And I said, 'Ako, bakit?'" And Mamia said, "Aba, ako rin." And Mommy said, "Buhay pa ang lola mo, hindi ka kailangan magbuhat ng bangko."
Buhay pa ang lola ko. May this be so for a long, long time.
I think, though, that I was not as mature as she is when I was seventeen. I was rebelling against my father about ballet, I was letting my grades slide and wondering why this should affect my college applications, I was in the process of trying to discern what it meant to be really in love and to find all my previous infatuations wanting. Now that I'm thirty, I'm a lot wiser, but I don't think I'm all that wise, when I think about it. There are lots I still have to figure out.
My ultimate goal in life is to be like Mamia, in her seventies, doing whatever she wants, coming and going as she pleases. Mamia never sweats the small stuff, beautifies everything around her and always looks good. I always thought she was the best example of someone who knew what she wanted out of life, got it and is still enjoying it, whatever it is. She's immortal.
During Christmas dinner at my Mamia's, I noticed something I never quite noticed before. Mamia seemed old to me. Old, as in she wasn't her usual perky self harassing everyone to eat, and then to eat more. She was always sitting down somewhere, just smiling and not joining in the conversation. When she got up to move around, she was limping. She fell while shopping recently and hurt her hip. She hadn't quite bounced back yet, I suppose. I'm thinking it's more than her hip, it's watching all the people she knows from her generation passing on before her. She's one of the youngest, so it's unavoidable, but it's got to be hard.
When I gave her a hug after distributing all the gifts from the tree (I was the distributor, not her), she said, "You have to come back here this week because I can't find yung regalo ko sa iyo (my gift to you)." I told her, "I'm too old to get gifts." And she hissed and clucked at me and seemed to be her old self again.
Tonight (well, last night, technically) is her and my Lolo's 52nd wedding anniversary. My Lolo isn't here, but he hardly is anyway, and we had dinner in Mamia's house like we always do (except on the 50th, when they threw this huge party for the two of them in Intramuros). She found my gift, it was a set of three panties. She's always giving me underwear, I wonder if she's worried that I lose them.
She seemed in better spirits tonight than over Christmas and New Year, but that feeling of wanting to hug her all the time didn't go away. You can tell what I'm worried about, and I don't verbalize it, but in a conversation earlier, she verbalized it for me: she related how she and Tita Nena (my mom's tita, but I can't call her Lola if I don't call my grandmother Lola either, now can I) were talking about how they keep worrying about dying, these days. Tita Nena's husband died recently (Did someone close to you die in 2004? Not close to me, but someone close to my Mamia did, and it was sad.) and so I guess they're both thinking about their mortality a lot. Mamia even thought she was having a stroke the other day, but it turned out to be just a muscle pain because she keeps her money in her bra and perhaps the billfold was too large?
Mamia had often said, she's still alive because mala hierba nunca muere (bad grass never dies). That sureness of invincibility has somehow become less sure, though, and it worries me. Not to a great degree, but it does.
Mommy told Mamia tonight about how I said I looked like her in a photograph taken of me recently (y'all know the story). Mamia was amusedly chuckling at the retelling and I piped up with, "Daddy said, 'Ang kapal mo, sino naman ang nagsabi sa yo na maganda ka?' And I said, 'Ako, bakit?'" And Mamia said, "Aba, ako rin." And Mommy said, "Buhay pa ang lola mo, hindi ka kailangan magbuhat ng bangko."
Buhay pa ang lola ko. May this be so for a long, long time.
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
goodbye, sex and the city!
In my Here's To 2004 meme five posts ago, I failed to include Sex And The City as one of my favorite television programs of the year. I guess it must have been because I was trying to think back to all of 2004 and didn't think that the present favorite show was applicable. Also, I guess I must have been watching this show so religiously that it doesn't seem a favorite of the year, more like a favorite for the last six years.
I really feel bad about it ending, I really do. But I suppose they had to quit while they were ahead, most importantly because you know what I noticed while watching the last few episodes? They all look so old. I'm serious. Even Steve looks old. And I think they buckled down and gave Mr. Big a name finally because he looks really old, not quite the suave Mr. Big that became such a paragon over the years anymore. Then again, they all look good even when old (I'm talking about the girls) and Miranda more so now than she did at the start of the show, so maybe that's not so bad. I know that I want to still look as good as I do today when I'm in my early forties, more than ten years from now, and still somehow gorgeous in my fifties, sixties and seventies. It's promising.
If you were to ask me any time during the last five seasons who my favorite boy from Sex and the City was, I would have said Big or Steve, if I was pissed off at Big. I really like Steve, as in I was soooo mad at Miranda lots of times for how she handled their relationship throughout the show and thought it was too easy for them to get back together after all the hoops she put him through, but I'm glad it ended the way it did. And Big is, well, Big. He's the man for Carrie, simple as that. But, that was any time during the last five seasons.
In the sixth season, they gave Samantha a boy she cannot push away - Smith Jerrod. I first liked him for his looks, now I definitely love him for the guy he turned out to be. He has such a beautiful heart, it's amazing! And he loves Samantha so unconditionally that he's willing to be patient and put up with all her qualms about relationships and appearances and, well, everything. He just wants to be with her and he wants to make her happy. Aaaaaaah. Plus he's great in bed. Had to put that in before I forget.
I never related to Samantha before - she was too over the top for me, no matter how supposedly sexually liberated I'm supposed to be, there's a big prude in me that won't even say certain words or like going down or sleep with any random men without a second thought. I'm not that sure of my sexiness that I would go seducing any guy I fancy, and even when I find out that I probably would be successful doing so, I end up with very conservative, very self-preservative feelings. So, even if she's the character that makes me laugh the most, I am not Samantha. Lots of times, I'm Carrie, sometimes I'm Miranda, less times than that I'm Charlotte, but never Samantha. And when I watch Kim Cattral do what she does best, I laugh and think "Fran would do that...(Fran is actually both Samantha and Charlotte, strange but true)" or "That is SOOOO Waya."
And then here was Samantha trying to resist being in a relationship with Smith Jerrod and I'm like, well, relating. And I love, I absolutely love how all her resistance isn't scaring him away, like how he waited for her even if she ran off with Richard, how he shaved his head when Samantha's hair was falling out, how he persisted in assuring her that he wanted to have sex only with her when she lost her sex drive.
I wasn't resisting as extremely as Samantha was, but I recognize the persistence and the succumbing. And I'm glad they gave Samantha someone to love her, and someone to love. Another promising thing for supposed hopeless cases like me.
I really feel bad about it ending, I really do. But I suppose they had to quit while they were ahead, most importantly because you know what I noticed while watching the last few episodes? They all look so old. I'm serious. Even Steve looks old. And I think they buckled down and gave Mr. Big a name finally because he looks really old, not quite the suave Mr. Big that became such a paragon over the years anymore. Then again, they all look good even when old (I'm talking about the girls) and Miranda more so now than she did at the start of the show, so maybe that's not so bad. I know that I want to still look as good as I do today when I'm in my early forties, more than ten years from now, and still somehow gorgeous in my fifties, sixties and seventies. It's promising.
If you were to ask me any time during the last five seasons who my favorite boy from Sex and the City was, I would have said Big or Steve, if I was pissed off at Big. I really like Steve, as in I was soooo mad at Miranda lots of times for how she handled their relationship throughout the show and thought it was too easy for them to get back together after all the hoops she put him through, but I'm glad it ended the way it did. And Big is, well, Big. He's the man for Carrie, simple as that. But, that was any time during the last five seasons.
In the sixth season, they gave Samantha a boy she cannot push away - Smith Jerrod. I first liked him for his looks, now I definitely love him for the guy he turned out to be. He has such a beautiful heart, it's amazing! And he loves Samantha so unconditionally that he's willing to be patient and put up with all her qualms about relationships and appearances and, well, everything. He just wants to be with her and he wants to make her happy. Aaaaaaah. Plus he's great in bed. Had to put that in before I forget.
I never related to Samantha before - she was too over the top for me, no matter how supposedly sexually liberated I'm supposed to be, there's a big prude in me that won't even say certain words or like going down or sleep with any random men without a second thought. I'm not that sure of my sexiness that I would go seducing any guy I fancy, and even when I find out that I probably would be successful doing so, I end up with very conservative, very self-preservative feelings. So, even if she's the character that makes me laugh the most, I am not Samantha. Lots of times, I'm Carrie, sometimes I'm Miranda, less times than that I'm Charlotte, but never Samantha. And when I watch Kim Cattral do what she does best, I laugh and think "Fran would do that...(Fran is actually both Samantha and Charlotte, strange but true)" or "That is SOOOO Waya."
And then here was Samantha trying to resist being in a relationship with Smith Jerrod and I'm like, well, relating. And I love, I absolutely love how all her resistance isn't scaring him away, like how he waited for her even if she ran off with Richard, how he shaved his head when Samantha's hair was falling out, how he persisted in assuring her that he wanted to have sex only with her when she lost her sex drive.
I wasn't resisting as extremely as Samantha was, but I recognize the persistence and the succumbing. And I'm glad they gave Samantha someone to love her, and someone to love. Another promising thing for supposed hopeless cases like me.
Saturday, January 01, 2005
three is the magic number
I've actually answered most of these before but they're on LJ. And there are new questions. And I am now in a different state of mind. And Lala said I was going to die painfully if I didn't answer this. And it's a new year. Do I really need an excuse to retake this quiz? Thought not.
THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Joelle
2. Joe
3. Springs
THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
1. badgoodgirl
2. screamer
3. Joelle Jacinto (if we think of it as screen name like for my profession, what my fans know me as. ... t'ngina, kapal, hehe.)
THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. i can jump high
2. i get smarter and smarter everyday
3. i take special care doing stuff so that things can be perfect
THREE THINGS YOU HATE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. i have the quickest temper and an even faster mouth
2. i spread myself too thin
3. I shop compulsively and wonder where my hard earned money went(Lala said it the best, so I decided to leave that there as it soooo applies to me)
THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1. Bisaya
2. Tagalog
3. Chinese
THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. slimy amphibians and reptiles who are very mobile
2. scary movies
3. unfamiliar places
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. coffee
2. chips
3. lots of sleep
THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. the shirt I wore to dinner last night, a pink printed frilly number that doesn't look girly on me for some strange reason
2. my baby blue ballet shorts
3. blue underwear that says "beautiful blue" and has a butterfly on the crotch, very pretty!
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR ARTISTS:
1. Blind Melon
2. Razorback
3. Tony Bennett
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT:
1. Breathe In - Frou Frou
2. I Only Have Eyes For You
3. Paper Scratcher - Blind Melon
THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS
1. i want to try to be more patient with my father
2. i want to try learning a new foreign language or perfecting one i've begun to learn already
3. i want to finish my novel... or at least write half of it. at the very least.
hmm, none of those are new. tough.
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
1. to intrigue and interest and beguile each other constantly and unceasingly
2. happiness
3. the unexpected
TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE:
1. i think religion should be a personal thing and to each his own
2. i'm legally blind
3. i hate mushrooms
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
1. broad shoulders
2. sharp cheekbones
3. beautiful hands
THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:
1. add two-digit numbers and higher in my head
2. forgive easily
3. eat any spicy food except wasabi
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1. blogging
2. baking
3. reading(dancing isn't here because it's not just a hobby to me, it's my raison d'etre)
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. beach bum
2. bake (though i'm thinking this is a fad that will fade soon)
3. get a long, strong hug
THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
1. prima ballerina
2. college professor
3. fiction writer
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1. any beach
2. Greece
3. Mallorca
THREE KIDS' NAMES:
1. Mauro
2. Guillermo
3. Caridad - actually this is compulsory because I had convinced Leslie to name her kid Fe and in turn I have to name mine Caridad. We'll see.
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. stay happy and in love for a very long time
2. finish both books in my head, hopefully more
3. dance juliet and/or giselle
THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW OR DIE PAINFULLY:
1.
2.
3. wow, I don't wish that on anyone. But if you did take this quiz and post it anywhere online, lemme know :)
THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Joelle
2. Joe
3. Springs
THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
1. badgoodgirl
2. screamer
3. Joelle Jacinto (if we think of it as screen name like for my profession, what my fans know me as. ... t'ngina, kapal, hehe.)
THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. i can jump high
2. i get smarter and smarter everyday
3. i take special care doing stuff so that things can be perfect
THREE THINGS YOU HATE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. i have the quickest temper and an even faster mouth
2. i spread myself too thin
3. I shop compulsively and wonder where my hard earned money went(Lala said it the best, so I decided to leave that there as it soooo applies to me)
THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1. Bisaya
2. Tagalog
3. Chinese
THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. slimy amphibians and reptiles who are very mobile
2. scary movies
3. unfamiliar places
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. coffee
2. chips
3. lots of sleep
THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. the shirt I wore to dinner last night, a pink printed frilly number that doesn't look girly on me for some strange reason
2. my baby blue ballet shorts
3. blue underwear that says "beautiful blue" and has a butterfly on the crotch, very pretty!
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR ARTISTS:
1. Blind Melon
2. Razorback
3. Tony Bennett
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT:
1. Breathe In - Frou Frou
2. I Only Have Eyes For You
3. Paper Scratcher - Blind Melon
THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS
1. i want to try to be more patient with my father
2. i want to try learning a new foreign language or perfecting one i've begun to learn already
3. i want to finish my novel... or at least write half of it. at the very least.
hmm, none of those are new. tough.
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
1. to intrigue and interest and beguile each other constantly and unceasingly
2. happiness
3. the unexpected
TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE:
1. i think religion should be a personal thing and to each his own
2. i'm legally blind
3. i hate mushrooms
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
1. broad shoulders
2. sharp cheekbones
3. beautiful hands
THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:
1. add two-digit numbers and higher in my head
2. forgive easily
3. eat any spicy food except wasabi
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1. blogging
2. baking
3. reading(dancing isn't here because it's not just a hobby to me, it's my raison d'etre)
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. beach bum
2. bake (though i'm thinking this is a fad that will fade soon)
3. get a long, strong hug
THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
1. prima ballerina
2. college professor
3. fiction writer
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1. any beach
2. Greece
3. Mallorca
THREE KIDS' NAMES:
1. Mauro
2. Guillermo
3. Caridad - actually this is compulsory because I had convinced Leslie to name her kid Fe and in turn I have to name mine Caridad. We'll see.
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. stay happy and in love for a very long time
2. finish both books in my head, hopefully more
3. dance juliet and/or giselle
THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW OR DIE PAINFULLY:
1.
2.
3. wow, I don't wish that on anyone. But if you did take this quiz and post it anywhere online, lemme know :)
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