Random Thoughts of Anne

To my ET family, thank you for everything. We’ve been through a lot and we’ll be able to to get through this one. Good luck to each one of us.

Instead of using "Adios" which is the Spanish word for goodbye, I’m
using the phrase "Hasta la vista" which means "’Til we see each other
again."

I don’t want this to be goodbye… I hope to see you guys again.

Here are the pictures of our team building/farewell party:
http://athensdlr.multiply.com/photos/album/84

Go to Google Images, and search for your answers to the questions then paste ‘em.

The age you will be on your next birthday

A place where you’d like to travel

Your favorite place


Your favorite object

Your favorite food


Your favorite animal


Your favorite color


The town in which you were born


The town in which you live

The name of a past pet


The first name of a past love


Your first name


Your middle name

Your last name


Your nickname


A bad habit of yours


Your first job


Your favorite cartoon character

Your major in college

Someone who’s important to you 

Sober
by Jennifer Paige

   Girl meets boy, girl goes crazy
Boy backs away, she gets her heart broken
No words are spoken
Boy comes back and acts
As if everything is cool
Soon she’s got him back on a pedestal
She only sees what she wants to see
Love is blind, love is so misleading

Chorus:
I see the light, oh what a light
And I am sober
All that you served to me
No longer will I drink it in
I took the time to think it over
I see the you I never knew
Now it’s finally sinking in
I am sober

Girls wakes up and smells the coffee one day
Realizes she’s on her own again
All alone again
Boy takes every opportunity
To play on every insecurity
Get her back on track
She’s in a daze, back in the fire
But will she cave into her old desires

Chorus
   
   

HERA by Joseph Heller, ‘Portrait Of An Artist As An Old Man’

My husband is my brother.

Among
us gods that is not so unusual. But still doesn’t excuse him from the
way he acts and it doesn’t explain him. Everytime I turn away to take
care of something of my own he’s off after another woman. He turns
himself into a bull, an eagle, a swan, maybe even a snake, for all I
know, or a shower of gold. With Alcmene he simply turned himself into
the image of her husband for part of the evening. And because of that,
I have another rival to hate, and his son from that one too, Heracles,
Hercules to you, to try to get even with for the rest of his life.

I’m
a jealous god; just because I’m a chaste goddess don’t believe I’m not.
And I’ve kept really too busy much of the time taking revenge on all
these other rivals of mine he takes a fancy to and pounces on. He spies
one, rapes and impregnates her, then abandons her to bear and rear his
child. What is it with these men? First they want so many of us, and
once they have us, they value us so much lower. Even that so-upright
Apollo of ours is seized by that same fever every once in a while and
goes racing wildly and jealously after nymphs and dryads. Poor them.
And Ares does it with that sluttish Aphrodite just about every time her
husband looks away to get busy at his forge. There’ve been rumors about
Zeus and her doing it together at least one time long back. Unproven –
yes. Unfounded? Who knows? Certainly, Aphrodite gambols around about me
as though it could have happened. What could I do even if it’s true?
Not much. She is a goddess too. I couldn’t transform her into a cow, as
I did with Io, much as I’d like to, or a bear as I did with Callisto,
or hoodwink her into burning herself up, as I did with Semel when I
teased her into begging Zeus to appear to her in all his glory. You’d
think my husband, Zeus, would be much more careful once he found out
there’s a mystery woman somewhere destined to bear a son stronger than
his father.

If Zeus is ever the father it’s all over for him.
I have to wonder about him and all this sex, about all men, and to
wonder about me. I’m not bad looking. I’m beautiful in a stately and
dignified way; in fact, I’m Junoesque, if I say so myself. I do say so
myself. Although when dazzled by vanity once, I let myself contend and
lose out in the judgment of that Trojan prince Paris in the contest
against Aphrodite and Athena to see which of us he thought the fairest.
We offered bribes. I spoke into his ear and offered him greatness among
all men if he chose me. But that callipygous Aphrodite wantonly
displayed herself and the smooth shape of her buttocks in an immodest
turn with her arms raised and her breasts up and promised him the most
beautiful woman in the world for a wife if he picked her. I forget what
Athena offered. Guess who won.

I’ve nursed a spiteful hatred for
that Trojan prince Paris and everyone in the whole city ever since. Who
could blame me? And when the Greeks sailed off to make war there, I did
what I could to support them, while Aphrodite, that cunt, favored Troy.

I
don’t think I understand men. Why does Zeus need — want — other
women? I lie alone often now and try to picture things. How does Zeus
feel to them? Do they really mind, knowing it’s Zeus? Or are they
pleased to be ravished by him? I try to put myself in Leda’s place. It
could be kind of thrilling, I guess, being overpowered by a huge male
swan, especially after realizing it was Zeus. And Danae? I think I
might be flattered also if he ever came descending back on me in our
bedroom as a shower of gold. I’d like to see him take the trouble to
surprise me like that, even once. But that doesn’t happen. He won’t
waste tricks like that on me. He never does, he knows he doesn’t have
to. When he comes to me it’s never anything new, it’s always just the
same, always just the same old god.

happy birthday sa papabols ni shai, seatmate ni ly, X ni iris at enzo ni sam, marie, gem, carla at ivan.

when: January 15, 2008

where: Max’s Convergys Ayala
who: carla, gem, iris, ivan, marie, sam and birthday boy enzo
phone patch: shai and ly via sun ni marie

for more pics: http://athensdlr.multiply.com/photos/album/82/Enzos_Birthday

I’m promoting my friend’s site Sunday Scribbles.

Every Sunday, a question will be given out, and you are free to answer
it in any form – a blog post, pictures, playlist, video. Post the
answer on your blog. Elaborate and not just enumerate.

It’s like the Question Of The Day in Vox and Thursday Thirteen.

I’m not using this blog for my answers to Sunday Scribbles… Just check out the site. ^^;

She loves her mama’s lemonade,
Hates the sounds that goodbyes make.
She prays one day she’ll find someone to need her.
She swears that there’s no difference,
Between the lies and complements.
It’s all the same if everybody leaves her.

And every magazine tells her she’s not good enough,
The pictures that she sees make her cry.

And she would change everything, everything just ask her.
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster,
And she needs someone to take her home.

She’s giving boys what they want, tries to act so nonchalant,
Afraid they’ll see that she’s lost her direction.
She never stays the same for long,
Assuming that she’ll get it wrong.
Perfect only in her imperfection.

She’s not a drama queen,
She doesn’t want to feel this way, only seventeen but tired

She would change everything for happy ever after.
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster,
But she just needs someone to take her home.

Cuz she’s just the way she is, but no ones told her that’s ok.

And she would change everything, everything just ask her.
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster,

But she just needs someone to take her home
And just needs someone to take her home. 

Letting go is like getting a tooth pulled out from a dentist.

Pull
it out, you’re relieved. But how many times does your tongue run itself
over the spot where the tooth once was? Probably a hundred times a day.
Just because it wasn’t hurting you doesn’t mean you don’t notice it. It
leaves a gap and sometimes you see yourself missing it terribly. It’s
going to take a while, but it takes time.

Should you have kept the tooth? No, ’cause it was causing you so much pain…

Purple is one of my favorite colors (orange number one, purple number
two, pink number three), but I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing purple
from head to toe with matching bag (especially if it’s "halayang ube"
purple). I’m no serious fashionista, but seriously, I know not to wear
something violet all over. (And orange and pink for that matter. I can
only get away with a monochromatic blue or all black getup)