tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62344492012-02-16T20:39:15.976+08:0040s, single, professional and female, living away from home.Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.comBlogger1011100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234449.post-36086353116166303162007-06-07T21:21:00.000+08:002007-06-07T21:22:40.656+08:00

I've transferred to Blogdrive. This blog is now continued here.

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I was surprised to find this in my Inbox. I didn't expect anything from Cliff for sometime.Thinking of you and how you are doing. Transition back for me has been rough at first, but not as rough as I expected and got better with time. A lot of grief over losses. Was a hoot, though, if you could have seen me in the storage locker rummaging through my stored clothes and toiletries, changing my

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My dearest Myles,So sorry for being unresponsive.My excuses:Depressed over Cliff's situationHe is undergoing a divorce. Actually, they are still to discuss things with the lawyer. Since this is an amicable settlement, it is not going to be complicated. Still, they need to file in court.Cliff is in a very depressed state. It's going to take a few years before he gets straightened out in this.His

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Dearest Myles,I'm in a state of suspended animation. I have two very strong emotions tugging at me simultaneously: one, the chance to have a very animated and busy personal and professional life with Cliff; and two, a very sedate and frustrating life working with Freddy.The only reason why I keep Freddy on my mind is the potential for romance, something which is very absent with my relationship

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A clear and present danger. No less than the Supreme Court of the United States has so described global warming. The New York Times' editorial on the issue presents a clear reading of the decision. The following are excerpts:It would be hard to overstate the importance of yesterday’s ruling by the Supreme Court that the federal government has the authority to regulate the carbon dioxide and other

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You may not love animals more than people. You may not even feel the importance of animals in your life. You may not know what the ecosystem is and how maintaining its balance is significant in your continued existence or that of your children and your children's children.Or you may be well versed with all the arguments and you simply don't care. In which case, you probably won't care that people

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Over text messaging:Me: I've been working on the implementing rules and regulations on hospital deposits and progress payments all week. This is no fun. :( Hope you're having fun. No fair.Freddy: I'm working on our convention myself. Kaya mo 'yan! God bless!Me: :P

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This is another incident during the meeting mentioned in the last post.While we were waiting for the attendees to filter in, Freddy chatted away with CP and his wife, TP. Apparently, their kids are in the same school and the same class.From what I could hear, Freddy's child gave a birthday treat for the class: pizza. And CP and TP's boy had two slices of pizza; he was the only one who asked for

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Lungkot is the Filipino word for sadness. That is what I felt this morning as I watched, out of the corner of my eye, as Freddy stared at me.He was seated across me at the conference table. To all the world, my attention seemed caught up in my boss who was introducing the agenda. But I could see Freddy from out of the corner of my eye and felt a stab of loneliness as he turned to look at me, the

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It's been sometime since Freddy made my heart beat a little faster.We were supposed to meet yesterday afternoon on the new policies that our doctors' group has been working on. I received a call from Freddy in the morning asking to reschedule the meeting to today at 3 p.m. Since it was not an urgent matter, I agreed.This morning, I receive another call from him, asking -- again -- for a

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I assume too much and, based on my assumptions, proceed to love too much. Then, when I get hurt, I take it out on whomever I presume to be at fault.Freddy and I work together on several projects at the hospital. I assumed that because he shares with me events that involve these projects, he understood the rules of teamwork: coordination and sharing of information on a real-time basis.I was, of

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A friend asked lately how my "adventures" were coming along. I didn't know how to answer.Those "adventures" had ended. I wrote finis to that in TIS2005. It's a whole new ballgame this time.MC came to see me at work yesterday to share the news with me: she's three months on the family way. Her third pregnancy, there's some 10 years between the last one and this. I bewailed the fact that everyone

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What is it about sex that keeps me coming back for more?It is the enveloping embrace of a man that hides me from view.Such an embrace hides me from the world. It gives me a feeling of security, of safety; it is a refuge from all that is hurtful and false.That is what a man's body gives me.Never mind that the assurance is itself false.It's strange that I cringe from the world because of the pain

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Reading the past few entries, I realize that the problem lies in how I've been viewing the problem.All my adult life, I've waited for someone like Freddy to come along. Nada. Then I meet Freddy and I knew that it was a lost cause.So now, I am staring at the rest of my life and wondering: What the hell am I supposed to do now?The rest of my life. It looks like a winding road white under the

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After all that's been said and done, after all the goodbyes and the mushy stuff, it all boils down to one thing: Bacxk to square one.The problem is that I expect things to go on as they did when Miles was still around. Unrealistic, I realize that now. New relationships need to be formed; new alliances, discovered. The Old Hag (I'm calling her that from now on) cannot and will not have the nurse

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Six months ago, OF and I started a formation program for the hospital's middle managers. OF designed it as a self-discovery program with the ultimate objective of uplifting these people's self-esteem and, of course, empowering them. It was not a fancy program of the type that management consultancies commercialize to the corporate world; it was one tailor-made to fit the participants. It ran for

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I have to write this, in case I need a reminder on how effective I am at what I do; on what value I have in this organization that doesn't seem to value what I do, or if it does, it doesn't know how to show it. Most importantly, this is a reminder to myself that I am not inferior to anyone, especially Freddy.Billing problemBilling has always been a problem at the hospital. I believe that the

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How do you teach success?In the editorial of today's Inquirer, the theory was presented: Filipinos should be taught how to be employers, instead of employees.Easier said than done.How exactly do you teach a people how to think for themselves? How to analyze objectively, without looking around for someone else to blame their plight on? Seems to me that it's not just entrepreneurial skills that the

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After writing that entry last night, I rested my head on my arms and cried. Quietly, so as not to alarm my roomies who were both snoring in their beds upstairs.Disgusted with myself, I took action. I took all the cleaning implements I could find under the sink and attacked the toilets. It was almost midnight and there I was, furiously scrubbing and wiping. There is something to say about how nice

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For the past few days, over the weekend mostly, I've been wondering about Freddy and his life. Specifically, how I figure in it.I don’t have any problem with this emotional intimacy thing that OF has gotten into my head. Honestly, I don’t. If only Freddy would behave accordingly.Last week, I celebrated my birthday. My 43rd, to be exact. I’d invited a few friends to a small dinner and videoke

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What to do when your boss turns out to be the biggest obstacle to your projects: Quit?I've been here only 14 months and I've done so much already. I don't think I should leave just yet. Robert Kuan, chairman of St. Luke's Medical Center, stated it succinctly: The secret to happiness is knowing when to let go. I hear you, Robert.It's too soon. And there are other, alternative remedies to my

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A lot of things have happened since I last posted. For one, Freddy and I have become closer. So close, in fact, that I'm beginning to get scared. Of what? Responsibility. I'm not the most sensitive person in the world. I have no capability to handle emotional intimacy. I get scared of emotions and Aha! moments.I'm scared that, should Freddy choose to share with me an emotional moment and open up

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I still regret so much having to stop seeing you right now. I see your image everywhere and think about you. I believe you are right that my problem is that I can't decide. I wasn't prepared to have to, at least not now. The stark choice of divorce has changed the basis for decision as I just can't throw away my family connections after all these years without stopping and assessing to be

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Yesterday afternoon, I went to aero class after several days of absence. My work schedule for the past two weeks was really hectic. I had a fun time. I got to do seductive moves that I normally wouldn't get into. I didn't do them very well but it was fun.Freddie was in the gym area when I finally came out of the dance studio. His face lit up when he saw me. He gave me a wave. This time he was

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I am having the most painful menstrual period in my life yet.My period started on Friday, the 1st. It was a week late. Not because of any guy, although Lord knows it wasn't for lack of trying. It was exhaustion that delayed it. Exhaustion from work, no less.The week I was supposed to have my period, I had three straight days of seminar-workshops. On the third day, I was so exhausted from being on

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I didn't inform Freddie about the meeting. I thought I'd let him worry about the game plan for once. No harm done. Things worked out fine.RQV withdrew his plan to ram the amendments down the throat of MSS, saying that he had consulted the matter with his "legal friends." Freddie quoted to me most of what RQV said during the meeting, and I recognized a lot of my own words there. As I said, we

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The Day of the Board MeetingI was thinking of Freddie all day. The Board meeting usually starts at 12 noon. The Directors and officers take lunch, then discuss matters on the agenda till three or four in the afternoon. Anyway, at around 10.30 in the morning, I receive a call from the MSS secretary who said RQV wanted to confirm if I was available for a meeting after the Board meeting. Of course,

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Four weeks to goWe reviewed the sentiments of the individual Board members. Four, incuding my boss, tended to see it Freddie's way: the MSS is an independent organization and should not be meddled with for purposes of control and supervision. The other five members, including the Chairman, saw the MSS as falling under the Board's control. And what was alarming was that RQV planned to push his

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I'm happy. I made Freddie's day.I made things happen the way he wanted them to happen and he was happy. We shared a laugh over the phone and his voice was happy. He was chummy and sweet. He thanked me "for the groundwork."He was happy. And I had a hand in that.CUE IN MUSIC: FLASHBACKThis hospital where I work in is not a small hospital in any sense of the word. it's not as big as the big

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Emyn,I hope you are doing ok. I have been thinking about you on and off over these days, which have been so very hard for me to work through. I continue to very much want to talk to you about us and how I have been in our relationship and whether I was ok for you and whether you think we have a future.I also have to ask you a mundane question: will you consider still working with me?Love,

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It looks like I will arrive on 9/2, late. Would you be willing to come to Manila?Hope you are keeping your spirits up.CDSYes, I will come. I miss you. Very much.EmynI've missed you as well. Would you send me your new phone number?CDSI don't know about that. In fact, I don't know where I stand with you anymore. I don't know why I should come to Manila when you arrive. I'd come to talk but I

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Boy, this is hard. I fear writing to you is unfair because you are in such pain. I am in pain just feeling what you are going through. I am in pain because of what I am going through. I don't like ambiguity when it comes to relationships, yet this one of the key lessons of my life now: to accept it.I feel very responsible for having pulled into the circle where all this confusion and hurt

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Emyn,I have tried to send you short text messages to say that I have been thinking of you and hope you are ok. They all get returned undelivered. I am unsure what addresses to use, whether your phone number still works or whatever.I hope you haven't decided to shut me out. I know that I upset you a lot when I shared with you just how things blew up for me here. I didn't mean to convey any

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Hi!I'm very apprehensive about your latest news. Please send the email tothis address as I'm no longer using my old one.Hope you are well. Miss you.EmynHi.I am so sorry that I have taken so long to get back to you.Here is what I can tell you right now about how I am doing and what is going on. Last Friday, I brought up the subject of my wife and my relationship with her, because - as you know -

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I've always wondered why I get so thrilled when I make people laugh. Not a group of people, though. I mean one particular person. And the more I'm attracted to that person, the more thrilled I am.I'm not talking about excitement, either.Thrill. n. A chilling sensation down your spine; a feeling of weakness in your knees; a fast knot in your stomach the size of a football.That sort of feeling.I

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Cliff is on his way home. He called me at 7 a.m. to say goodbye. Very sweet.Funny how I found my anchor. Funny what kind of anchor I found, too: a moving one. My biggest fear is that I lose Cliff. I fear the day when he finally won't come back anymore. Although he says he will and that his prospects for business here is very good, I can't lose the feeling of dread.Cliff is married, with grown

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Cliff was here for almost an entire month this time. I got to spend three whole weekends in a row with him. He leaves for home tomorrow and I can't stop thinking of that kiss he gave me on Monday morning as we said our goodbyes.We'd taken a cab and I'd suggested that he take the front seat. Off the bat, I just thought that it would be easier for him to get out, as I didn't like sitting behind the

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I seem to be having this problem: I don't know if I love someone or not. I just can't recognize the feeling.I was reviewing my posts and discovered that I never did update this journal about Carl. It didn't work out quite the way I wanted it to. (Then again, what does?) To make a long story short, stay apart, grow apart. When I met Carl in 2004, he had just separated from his wife. Eighteen

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I never really gave it much thought, but I realize now that I was deeply saddened when my dad, with his other siblings, decided to sell the property which they inherited from their parents. This was where they grew up in, and where my siblings and I were born.Several houses where built on that property in succession, which is not surprising given the number of years that saw my dad's family grow.

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Heaven Inc.MEMOTo: YOUFrom: GODCC: EverybodyDate: 6/30/2006Re: YOURSELFI am GOD. Today I will be handling all of your problems. Please remember that I do not need your help. If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do not attempt to resolve it. Kindly put it in the SFGTD (something for God to do) box. All situations will be resolved, but in My time, not yours.

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Or so I'm told.Cliff has his own theory: every seven years, people undergo life-changing events. e's lived this and I suppose it's true. The gods conspire to make life difficult for mortals. Only because they envy mankind.Cruel.So I live with a roommie who would love to process life with me but hates me for my survival skills, sex appeal, and in-your-face attitude toward life. Talk about a

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Suddenly, I am overcome by a powerful feeling of nostalgia: some quiet afternoon in my childhood, when the street outside the house was still and empty. I swear I could almost hear the rustle of the plants in the small garden in the front yard; the hush of the warm, afternoon breeze; the clip-clop of the pony pulling an empty calesa.A lazy afternoon, indeed, as I stand in the middle of the narrow

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Tuesday came around and I'm seated in the lobby with LLB, bringing him up to date on the issue. He was very amused by the reaction coming from VG as he did not expect the guy to be so a shallow. Freddie and Myles were in the Boardroom, in another committee meeting with the CEO and some doctors. And VG. Anyway, 9.30am and they're still in there.A little befo0re 10am and Myles came out, followed by

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Me: Hiya! Back from the snow covered peaks? How was the vacation?Cliff: Yes, back from the snow covered peaks. Lots of snow. Lots of fun skiing down between trees and impossibly steep things. Got sore. Daughter had fun.Me: That's good.Cliff: Miss you.Me: Miss you too. Can’t wait.Cliff: Still a week away.Me: I know. Too slow.Cliff: Listen. I feel like I have this great need to talk to you, but

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Monday morning, and I'm in Dr. P's office, describing to him VG's odd request for a meeting on a committee issue but restricted to only a few of the members. Dr. P promised to attend. He looked a bit nervous, though. He had that wary look in his eyes that said he didn't want to disappoint me but didn't feel that he should be involved. Ok. I can deal with that. Anyway, I took him at his word.The

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I was chatting with Cliff the other day. Gadz, but I miss him!Me: hi there! how are you?Cliff: good. And you?Me: fine thanks. what have you been up to?Cliff: Puttering around the house, getting exercise and working at nightMe: how late do you stay upCliff: Oh, I get to bed about 11 pm every night. It is just that Globe people are all at work and there is so much to get done for them. This is an

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It's Saturday, the second day of this fiasco. I'm with Cliff in Makati for the weekend and I receive a text message on my phone from VG confirming the Monday meeting. I reiterated that the meeting was to be on Tuesday and that Freddie had already promised to attend. The reply came back after a few minutes: There was no need for Freddie's presence at the meeting. I replied: The issue concerns the

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From CliffYeah but... here's the thing. The closeness I felt was yours. The warmth I feel here is the familiar and the completeness of it all as a whole life. But there is stress and the stress is more obvious to me all the time. This "completeness" is one of home, friends, community, and all the trappings. But it is flawed and there is tension in that. There is no sexual spark, no passion,

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Interesting how people cope with change. If you're not careful, you can really be defeated by even the most timid of men.I've been in Riverside General for almost five months now and I thought that I was going about my business unobtrusively, schmoozing every inch of the way. I tell you, it can be really tiring. And I mean, bone tiring.The whole thing started with, of all people, my boss.The

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The Quality Assurance Committee sat with the CEO a few weeks ago in an executive meeting where the Committee reported on its achievements and on-going projects, outlined its proposed activities. Actually, the report of the Improving Performance Group, which I co-chair with Freddie, made up for the bulk of the reports. (Applause, applause!)LLB and I previously had a private meeting and agreed to

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From me: Now, why would I find it relevant, this gorgeous woman asking a complete nerd out on a date?I've just come from a meeting with the clinical risk management team, a group of doctors who we (the Committee) expect to stand in as a risk management team for the clinical aspect of the hospital operations. What a complete disappointment. We started talking about standards of care and things

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I work as a quality improvement officer at the Riverside General Hospital (RGH). It's a big hospital; not a huge one but sizable enough to qualify as big. It employs roughly around 350 people, half of whom are nurses.Myles is the chief nurse executive. Fred's the medical director's No. 1. They both share this curious situation of reporting to a superior officer who's just a figure head. Myles

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Writing It's 2006 and I feel like I can have a fresh start, should I want to. It's not easy giving up writing. For the past few months -- actually, all through the second half of the last year -- I didn't feel like I had something to write about. Not true. I've had so many experiences worth writing about, reams and reams of it, except that I'm still processing them. The words aren't there yet;

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A reader asked in a previous post how to apply make-up perfectly.I don't pretend to know how, but I think the secret really is good, clean skin. Not that it's easily achieved. The formula is proper diet, exercise, and good products that work for you.CleansingA while back, I noted that L'Oreal Continuous Purity worked really well for me. I've stuck with the toner and mositurizer but has since

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Today's editorial of the PDI gives a concise and very pointed analysis of Burma's move to take over the ASEAN chairmanship. It's corporate interest that will finally bar such a move, not democratic altruism. Thailand and Singapore have already made their stand known, if not clear:Prime Minister Thaksin Shinawatra of Thailand, the largest trading partner of Burma, who as late as last December had

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Four days on the job and I'm bored. I haven't really learned all the solutions to some common problems but I've gotten the procedure down pat already that I'm feeling the loss of a challenge. Actually, I'm just impatient. I should give it some time, a few months.I just had a realization the other day. I was wondering, again, how many times in this lifetime do I have to start over again, reinvent

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The first part of training ended last Friday and I managed to ace the exams. I was very satisfied. Now, I have this reputation around the company and people seem to be expecting a lot from me. Scary, but I choose to meet the challenge. This second part of training isn't so tough but I still have to pass it nonetheless. There's talk about possible promotions right after training but it's not over

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I started on my new job last week. Actually, I'm still in training which ends next week. The hours are crazy; the job, simple enough but the computer applications that I need to learn are a killer. I guess I will learn it well enough as I go along. Suffice it to say, I'm in a new industry.My Carl called today. I miss him so much. He's finally got a buyer on the line for his house. What's even

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I fell down the stairs this morning. Rolled down five concrete steps. In public. During rush hour. Chipped my wooden clogs which I bought for P1,700. What I get for not paying attention. At least, I didn't sprain my ankle, or fall down a longer flight of stairs. I shudder to think how that could've turned out. I just ended up with scratches and a bruised knee. That was the first time I fell down

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Newsweek International's Robert Samuelson has an interesting article online. He proposes that the US is losing its hold on the global economy, differentiating power from leadership. The article situates the present American economy with those of other first world nations and provides support for the long-time standing of the US as an economic power. However, as Samuelson writes:[L]eadership is

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Carl called up Christmas eve. The signal was lousy. His call came through on the day after Christmas, though, but it was rather short as he was calling me on my landline. I suppose that costs more. In any case, we exchanged news. He's finally moving out of his house into a rented one; has two agents for the place. The construction of the house in Queensland still has to be started but will

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This quote from 'Who the Devil Really Was' by Newsweek's Fareed ZakariaThe current issue of Foreign Affairs has an exchange between two scholars, Tony Smith and Larry Diamond. Smith accuses Diamond, a longtime supporter of human rights, of making a "pact with the devil" by working (briefly) for the United States in postwar Iraq. Diamond, who had opposed the war, responds: "I do not regard the

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Did I say it wasn't going to be Carl? I lied. I love the guy. He's just too easy to be with; no hassles, no airs, no complications. And yet, he has his principles and he's pretty respectable. This is the guy I can live with for the rest of my life. I feel safe with him, secure and well-provided for. He's the guy who's going to let me have a career of my own; he's the guy who's going to be secure

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What's in my cosmetics bag: Nu Skin liquid foundation with moisturizer in shade of Honey (P1,200) Avon Pure White Ultra Pressed Powder in shade of Almond (P300) in2it Facial Highlighters FH 01 Shimmering Pearls (P180) in2it Long Wearing Twin Blush BT 05 Fantasy (P180) The Body Shop Quad Eyeshadow (the purple-pink-brown-silver set) (P995) Avon shimmering eye pencil in shade of lavender blue (P200

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I finally admitted it -- to myself and to Cliff: I am looking for something more. I don't think Carl is going to be it. He's just too far away and going into retirement. Tom and Dale are never going to be it, either, as both are just too selfish to hang it all on the line for me. Cliff isn't going to be it, either, as he loves his wife and his family too much to be a scum. And I won't allow him.

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Here's an interesting letter from the editor of The Progressive Magazine of Wisconsin.A Letter to Incredulous Friends Around the World November 3, 2004 Dear friends: I'm sorry. I really am. I know it must be impossible for you to understand the choice the American public made on November 2. It's almost impossible for me, too, and I've lived here all 46 years of my life. Why would Americans

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I decided to spend Saturday with my family. Had the traditional birthday dinner, etc., etc.. When I came home Friday evening, I was dreading a cold atmosphere where one parent was ignoring the other, but I came home to a normal household. So I played along with it and didn't make a fuss. Didn't even bring up the matter of my dad's being selfish and unreasonable. As I said, my folks' marriage is

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You can't choose the color of your skin, or the country you're born in. You can't even choose whether to be born or not. To make matters worse, you can't then choose your parents. I've always thought that I know my parents inside out; that I've gotten over the shock that parents are people, too. I didn't realize that parents -- my parents -- can be rotten people, too. I'm talking about my dad.

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What can be obviously gleaned from Turner's article? First, Turner views Bush as a simpleton, spewing out "happy thoughts" to get the American people to support this "colossal stupidity" that is the Iraq war. Corollarily, Turner has not much hope for his fellow Americans who are gullible enough to accept, hook, line and sinker, these "happy thoughts" from their simpleton President and Almighty

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It takes a scientific mind to think incisively and focus on the real issues, leaving the chaff to the winds and getting down and dirty on the meat.Retired Air Force Col. Mike Turner is a former military planner who served on the U.S. Central Command planning staff for operations Desert Shield and Desert Storm. Before retiring in 1997, he spent four years as a strategic policy planner for the

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I've moved back in with my folks. This economy's not conducive to living on your own, except, of course, if you earn something like PhP60,000.00 a month. I'm not that lucky. Hence, the change in title and sub. I've been down with the worst flu I've ever had in my whole pathetic life. It was the real thing, too. Back aches, not just aches and pains. And loss of appetite. Now, when that happens,

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From my favorite irrascible columnist of the PDI, Conrado De Quiros:There's The Rub : 'Necessary evil' Updated 10:26pm (Mla time) Sept 12, 2004 Conrado de Quiros dequiros@info.com.ph I REMEMBER that Bobi Tiglao dismissed the Ibon version of that finding by saying the group never published its methodology. As though the other survey organizations-Social Weather Stations and Pulse Asia in

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Wretchard of the Belmont Club has an entry in his blog that I found really good. It's a really terrific piece of writing, strong and to the point, wasting no words to deliver a heart-rending reality.Wednesday, September 01, 2004 The Day The seizure of 200 schoolchildren with their parents in Russia, for a total of perhaps 400, presumably by Chechen terrorists, caps a stemwinder of a newsday.

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Yesterday, I lay on my bed, watching the curtains dance in the afternoon breeze. The sky outside was filled with white clouds of all shapes and sizes. The heat was toned down for a change. The sun was shining but it was a mellow golden haze. It was a very pleasant afternoon. I closed my eyes and tried to sink into a nap. I listened to the quiet sounds of the street below: roosters crowing, the

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Peter Hartcher has another good article on the SMH today but I found this one by Peter Rodgers really entertaining, sharp and to the point.When alliteration attacks August 13, 2004 (Why Peter Rodgers thinks going to war on Iraq was bananas ...) I now deeply regret putting my name to the petition of 43 criticising the Government's involvement in Iraq. It's not because Paddy McGuinness called

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Ross Gittins of the SMH goes down to the basics of the opposition to the AUSFTA. It all revolves around the American strategy of furthering global corporate interests via intellectual property (IP) rights.Selling off a slice of our country August 11, 2004 The funny thing about the free trade agreement with the United States is that Australians and Amer-icans see it as being about completely

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Randy David, my favorite op-ed columnist in the Philippine Daily Inquirer, writes about the new Presidential Commission on Values Formation. He certainly hits the spot:Our Constitution's Declaration of Principles and State Policies may be read as a litany of our nation's core values. Yet the conduct of our national life is antithetical to almost everything the Constitution celebrates. We don't

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Peter Hartcher of the Sydney Morning Herald has presented a fascinating analysis of the political maneuverings of PM John Howard and Mark Latham as against each other in re: the AUSFTA. I'm reproducing the entire article here for posterity. It should be interesting to observe how the (election) game is played out from hereon.Game of bluff against all interests August 6, 2004 The debate between

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Peter Wallace, former president of the Australian-New Zealand Chamber of Commerce in the Philippines, rebuked the Philippine press of irresponsible journalism in the face of social, political and economic instability in the country. As an example of this, he cites the reportage of coup plots which have no basis whatsoever aside from rumors and war-mongering of publicity-hungry politicians and

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3 August 2004 5:00 p.m. Dearest Carl, I went to that interview last night, with the training company, X. The CEO himself, F, conducted the interview with his assistant, a Filipino, present. The CEO's French, very young, no older than 32. So was the Filipino, DO, who's in his mid-20s, and asked one question during the entire hour. They're both based in France. It started well, but ended

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Talked to Carl on the phone yesterday. Complained about how much I was missing him, how things weren't moving as fast as I wanted them to, insofar as job transfers were concerned, and how I was falling ill because of my obsessing over things I have no control over. Again, my sweet could only remind me to take it one day at a time, and be patient. I did tell him I was amusing myself with this

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From the irascible Conrado De Quiros:The world may no longer trust the Philippines to do the right thing when a Filipino is endangered? Well, why should we want to endanger any Filipino to begin with, and for no other reason than to support a war that has proven as ugly and iniquitous as the Vietnam War? The only way to turn our pullout of troops from Iraq into an act of principle and not of

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I'm amused at how a lot of people seem to be taking too seriously the resulting "uproar" of some countries, such as Australia, over the Philippine government's decision to pull out from Iraq a month ahead of schedule. The Belmont Club has several posts on the matter, the most recent being one on the Philippine government's call for the Australian ambassador to Manila to explain Australian

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She had just been elected President of the Republic. Elected into office, not shoed in. This was a fresh six-year mandate. She'd always worked for the Presidency, if the biographies about her are to be believed. Even from a very young age, Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo knew she was destined to step into her father's shoes. Then, the kidnapping of Angelo Dela Cruz happened. In her ten-point agenda, she

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22 July 2004 4:00 p.m. My dearest Carl, I hope you got my birthday greeting via SMS today, for Sean. Well! So today your baby boy is a grown man. How does that feel? I imagine having a grown son feels differently from having a grown daughter. A daughter will always be her daddy's baby, but a son always grows up into a man. So congratulations, to you and your son, for having survived each other!

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22 July 2004 11:06:30 +1000 Dear Emyn So good to chat to you yesterday and i hope by now you're starting to feel better. Touch wood, I've managed to stay free of the flu that's around just now and I'm putting that down to all the fresh oranges I've been squeezing each morning. ( Sounds fair to me anyway. ) So now I'm doing the usual franatic few days - trying to get things organised for the

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15 July 2004 7:45 PM Dearest Carl, I'm very disappointed. ADB has rescheduled my exam for next week. I called this afternoon to confirm and was told they'd call me back next week. I think the HR people forgot to schedule me for tomorrow. The training company, X.com, has emailed me my interview schedule for 2 August. I'm starting to get a bad feeling about ADB, and my gut feel is that X.com

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Been a long time. I see there are new templates on Blogger, so I thought I'd try one. It looks great! I'm thinking of getting The Inner Slut a new look with the itemized current posts appearing on the sidebar there. But I don't really like the My Profile portion. I suppose I can take that one out, but the overall design would look, well, incomplete, wouldn't it? I've had three job offers since

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I'm broken-hearted. I still can't believe that I've given up on being a lawyer. So I'm eating myself out of house and home. I bet I've gained a few pounds over my already overweight weight. There is still no word from SISC, the college I applied with. Depressing. And to top it all, I haven't been going to the gym. Been three weeks already. Perhaps that's the reason why I'mso down. I need

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I left the house late this morning. It's been summer for two weeks already and yet the house still feels very comfortable. It's a bit dirty, I must admit, but comfy. I really will have to give some time to cleaning. Would help a lot if I didn't hate it so much. Waiting for the light to change, I happened to look out onto this open field by the highway and I realized: it's been sometime since I

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I've been asked so many times why I chose to live where I now live, as it is so far from my workplace, and the traffic is reputedly terrible that I feel I should really address the issue. So, finally, when the question was asked the umpteenth time, I reached deep inside and found out why: I like the drive. I like to feel that, after one whole day of bullshit and kowtowing to the powers- that-be,

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So. I've let go of my efforts to become a lawyer. I'm no longer going to classes. I'm not taking the bar exams ever. I'm looking to earn more money. I'm looking for financial security. I'm looking at life in the long term. Omigads, but I've grown up. ADB has called to request for a statement that I've no relatives working at the bank and that I'm available as a consultant on call at any time.

Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234449.post-1076409770969964372004-02-10T18:42:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:27.611+08:00

Last Saturday, Nelson was at my place to talk to L and his wife, T, re: possible business ventures. He cut a deal with T who left shortly after to put the kids to bed. L stayed behind. The two were up discussing business till 3 in the morning. It wasn't all business, though. Nelson informed me that he had decided to buy a house in the locality, and that he wanted me to live with him. He was very

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I saw LOTR: ROTK last night for the fifth time. I'm not going to write a review about it, no. Let me just say that Peter Jackson and his crew did a really great job on this last installment of the trilogy. Although I still hate the way he shot the fight scenes, I must admit that Return of the King is a true cinematic experience. You can fully experience the work only on the widescreen. And it

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Sunday, and my folks arrived at a little past 10.30 am. They got lost. My dad just enjoyed the open highways too much, he went up the fly-over instead of going under it. Anyway, they got to my place alright. All four of the little devils were with them, including my beloved little doxie, Pippa. Her real name's Pippa Pepita Petunia Preponderous ____. But we all call her Pippa. My mom calls her "

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I went home early yesterday, planning on studying for my exam this afternoon. Mainly because in my hurry yesterday morning, I left my school things on the bamboo set. What an idiot. 3 pm and I was dozing on the same set. I wake up to my mobile fone beeping. It was Dale and he was in a meeting. This, in reply to my earlier text message saying that I miss him terribly. So I did what any mature

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I understand the logic of site feed. For purposes of newsreaders, yes, it's a great tool. But I don't really understand why I have to put up a link to my blog's site feed on my blog itself. When I click on the link, I go to this page where my entries are shown, without the sidebar menu. So? What do I do with that, then?

Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234449.post-1075267647539201322004-01-28T13:27:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:27.254+08:00

My folks are coming over this weekend, along with my niece and nephew. I have to get some mussels and oysters for them, especially my dad. Cavite, being a coastal municipality, is famous for mussels. Not so much oysters but I suppose where there are mussels, oysters won't be too far behind. Raymond's going to be with them. He's a friend of my brother's, and has easily become a friend of the

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Dale has diagnosed me with laundritis. I had remarked to him with much passion that I wasn't doing laundry that way again. Otherwise, I'd die. Hence, laundritis. I had to get the cure (a washing machine). Ah! But she doesn't have any money! Yes, but doesn't she have plastic currency? Yes, she has three of those, two of which are maxed out, and the third is an extension card of her dad's. Never

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I did my laundry yesterday. A week's worth of laundry. Gad, how my body aches. It was hand-washing, folks. I still have to get a washing machine. I could have sent the whole caboodle to a laundromat but it was too much of a hassle, considering that I still had to locate one near my place and especially because I had run out of money. I honestly don't know where my money went. Now that I'm living

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