Bituing Walang Ningning

hEart Ache

Tue, 29 May 2007 09:06:57 GMT

It was entirely my fault. I just could not resist the temptation. Mas masarpa ang bawal, ika nga. And the itch was just unbearable.

But all this lead to my folly.

Yes, I am talking about my addiction to cotton buds and more importantly, to cleaning my ears.

It started last week. And everyday, I would surreptitiously take cotton buds from our glass shelf. Until, my outer ear canal became inflamed.

It is now swollen. My ear is swollen. I can’t open my mouth properly—let alone laugh. And I can’t hear well from my left ear.

Fortunately, I finally got the courage to tell mama about it yesterday. Dreams of becoming deaf like Beethoven drove me to confess. She gave me permission to go to the ENT doctor.

I did not sleep well last night, as I was periodically awakened by a pulsating, painful feeling in my ear. My neck muscles were tense. And I even thought I felt a hard, round cist under my ear and on my neck.

Today, my good friend Joey went to our house at around 730 am. I had not been capable of accompanying her for jogging this morning due to the pain. She risked her neck when she decided to accompany me to the doctor.

In her all blue jogging attire, we went to Faura to find an ENT clinic. We commuted by riding two jeeps. Without her, I would have fainted.

Unfortunately, the sENTro clinic opened at 9 am. We were 30 minutes early. And so, we waited in KFC and ate the letter A meal there. We had mashed potatoes instead of French Fries. And I waved goodbye to my self-imposed diet there.

Joey and I tried the other clinic at the Don Santiago Bldg but they opened at 1 pm. So we waited in the East-West Centre bldg, fourth floor, for the sENTro doctor. Who did not realize we were patients at first.

The diagnosis: Inflammation and swelling of the outer canal in my left ear due to overuse of cotton buds.

His advise: to take a cream antibiotic, with steroids (hello ears with abs!), an oral antibiotic every four hours, and to place drops of Peroxide when the pus began to leak. This will go on for seven days.

Also he told me to dip the cotton buds in alcohol (any kind will do) or peroxide (usually used for wound dressing) to clean my ears next time. And, that I should store the cotton buds in a cleaner place. Lastly, not to overdo the cleaning ears bit.

I had to pay Php 500 for the bill. After which, Joey and I proceeded to buy my medicine at the Mercury Drug outlet conveniently located in the first floor of the said building.

Joey and I rode the wrong jeep back to Vito Cruz. Anyway, we decided to walk from Quirino Ave. to La Salle Taft. Where, we endured the heat of the sun and the whizzing cars. Strange, but there are no sidewalks in many parts of Taft.

We finally took a jeep to Zobel Roxas. Joey dropped me off at our house and she proceeded to face the bearded dragon (her mom, who did not get mad after all due to her pity for me).

I am eternally gratefully to Joey.

And am currently still in pain.

Getting Fit

Tue, 29 May 2007 08:35:00 GMT

Joey, Mary, Marce, and I have made a pact to get fit. Our game plan was to take a “jog”, which is actually more of a walk, everyday.

Mary and I decided to start at 530. We began yesterday. Mary missed called all of us at 5 am in the morning to allow us to prepare. As I had, spent the previous night chatting with Mary until 11:49pm, I was not too happy to be roused from my slumber.

The air nipped my legs and I hugged my square, Disney Princesses pillow. I ignored my ringing alarm, the tone set to Ate Izza singing Jonathan’s version of Alleluia. It was a sound guaranteed to remind anyone about the responsibilities of the day. But in the end, I awoke due to my rumbling tummy, which I proceeded to satisfy in the bathroom.

Mary and I met up in front of our green gate. I had failed to wake Marce because I was afraid she would hit me if I doused her with cold water. Joey, on the other hand, had warned us she would probably awaken at 6:00 am, at the least.

The world had a bluish tinge. A cold, sprightly wind was blowing, and this prevented us from sweating a lot. The two of us walked to the church in our jogging attire: big shirts, old sneakers—Mary wore jogging pants and I had leggings on. Mary kept our stuff in her black, belted bag.

Mary and I went to church to pray for a while. We then decided to walk through the Zapote road, all the while ignoring the hooting manongs. Around Sta. Cruz we walked, chatting and inhaling the fumes from passing jeepneys. We also tried to search for a certain someone’s house, which proved impossible for we did not know the address.

As we headed back to San Antonio, surprise, surprise—Mary spotted Joey in a white shirt and red pants. We brought Mary to her house and were allowed to drink water.

Joey and I then decided to walk back to Sta. Cruz. The sun was beginning to cast stronger rays of light. We toured Sta. Cruz, while searching for the houses of certain choir mates. All the while, we had the intention of asking for a glass of water.

Nicolei even spotted us on our way to Anne’s house. He was in a car, on his way to drop of someone. Joey and I decided to go to Ate Anna’s as well. Unfortunately, we got there just in time to watch them wave goodbye to us as they rode a maroon car. Frustration was setting in.

Luckily, we got up the courage to go to Anne’s. She was asleep when we got there. Also, she was not dressed for visitors. But the kind people prodded her awake. She proceeded to give us a glass of water.

Joey and I headed back to Zapote to say hello to Nico. He even invited er—us—for breakfast. Which we politely declined for it went against the grain of our dieting principle.
My toe was beginning to hurt as we reached San Antonio. My left ear was also beginning to ache more. After dropping Joey off, I shuffled my feet back home.

They were suspicious as to where I had gone. I got back at around 830 am. Mama had driven off to the office.

I took a bath. I even forgot about breakfast. And slept until lunch time, where I proceeded to eat my fill.

Oh to weigh at almost 200 pounds is such a sad thing.

Simbang Gabi

Sat, 16 Dec 2006 13:04:02 GMT

At 2:00 am today, Marce and I were forced out of bed. Cold air nipped my toes and all I wanted to do was cuddle up with the fat one again, but we had our obligations to fulfill.

Simbang Gabi begins at December 16. And the Apostleship of Prayer Youth, from the National Shrine of the Sacred Heart was chosen to sing for the dawn mass. We sang for both the 400 am and 530 mass.

It was nice to hear that the Altos could be heard now. I am so happy that all our practices are paying off.

Also, the German Choir won third place at the Modern Languages Department/ Kinema Christmas Song Competition. We sang Stille Nacht in pajamas.

December 8---

Sat, 09 Dec 2006 01:07:09 GMT

Faced with having no classes yesterday (Immaculate Concepcion), I had to come up with a way to get out of the house and get my allowance.

My good friend, Tammie Bugay (partner in crime during high school, constant companion during break time, singing mate also)invited me to the Centennial Celebration of St. Scholastica's College, Manila.

I was going to meet her outside the school, but something came up. Marce needed a loaf of bread and six candles to donate for the typhoon victims in Bicol. So, I had to buy that from Parklane Grocery (formerly Micaray Grocery, and before that, Popular Grocery).

I smilingly approached the guard behind the newly renovated Gate One facility. And he sweetly turned down my request. That evil man!!!!

I mean, hello, it was the Centennial Celebration-- that means they should let the alumni/ alumnae in. But because of the series of thefts and robberies (take note, an Overhead Projector was stolen), they have been implementing strict security measures.

I saw friends, who were now studying College there, and they were all surprised that the security did not allow me in. Add to the fact that the circular they received for the celebration yesterday stated that they were allowed to invite former students. And I had to bring Marce her contribution. Tammie and I were stumped.

Suddenly, my former Christian Doctrine teacher, Mrs. Dote came along. I approached her and explained the situation. And to my dismay, it began to rain. I started crying. Unfortunately, I also did not have a hanky.

As I desperately tried to wipe the flowing tears away (with my hands), Mrs. Dote took pity on me. Trying to distract me by saying that she had been talking to Ms. Manila (formerly P.E. teacher and now head of Security) that it was impossible for the thefts to have been done by outsiders. That it had probably been perpetuated by people inside. She walked with me to the guard and took me in.

People were beginning to stare. Manong guard took one look at my teary face and he waved me in with a painful smile on his face.

Tammie and I attended the mass presided on by Cardinal Rosales and a German (OSB) priest. And to my surprise I found that some Alumnae had been allowed to enter (as in women who had children of their own). I felt so cheated to see that they did not recognize newly graduated students with the same respect they regarded those other Scholasticans.

One day I shall have a building in honor of me-- *evil laughter* Watch out MAnong Guard.

Anyway, after that, I had to go to Luneta to do our project for PR. I spent the afternoon touring my groupmates (Van, Julie, Louie, and Andy) in Luneta. It was tiring but fun.

Have nothing better to do, so there

Thu, 26 Oct 2006 03:26:19 GMT

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My Blog Personality's True Color Is...
RED
It's all about passion, heat, and intensity.
I take pride in my strengths and I learn to deal with my weaknesses. I like to blog about things that really matter to me.

In a Past Life...

You Were: A Famous Philosopher.

Your Personality Is

Idealist (NF)

You are a passionate, caring, and unique person.
You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals.

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Truth and authenticity matters in your friendships.

In love, you give everything you have to relationships. You fall in love easily.

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Pictures from Serna's Debut

Thu, 26 Oct 2006 02:29:02 GMT

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A week before the storm, we celebrated the 18th year of Ms. Sergia Susanna Estrella at the Makati Shangrila Hotel, Quezon Ballroom-- Together with the Esers (High School classmates.

Wala lang. Enjoy talaga. Hahaha

Thank you to Ms. Dianne Wilwayco for the pictures.

Daddy is coming home

Thu, 26 Oct 2006 01:29:53 GMT

After having a pleasant dream involving Chris Tiu, I heard that my father is coming home. Today.

Yes, You read that correctly.

This means that I wont be able to go out of the house. It also means that I have to follow my 6:00 P.m. curfew to the dot. I will probably gain weight and lose hair. My blood pressure will escalate. And my sister and I will often be found holed up in our room.

People ask me why i don't like my father. The thing is, I have learned to live without him. And More often than not, I find that he is an unnecessary occurrence in my life.

This is the cycle we go through every time he comes home. *People with fathers who work as seamen are familiar with this.*
First, he gives everyone money and tries to force himself into our lives. Next, he becomes bossy, paranoid, and often asks if we love him. Then, he becomes bad tempered, gets angry when I get home twenty five minutes late, and is often found watching the home shopping network. Finally, he realizes he has no money anymore, and he finds himself without a job. He tries to get a job and then he finally leaves us.

The people grow quiet. Everyone is on their toes for his next command. NO one laughs. Everyone is short tempered.

Even George, my 3-year old brother, thinks our dad is "Makulit" (to say the least).

We spend Christmas in our rooms with the lights turned off. Everyone is asleep (same with New YEar). But to be fair, he has learned to let up during the holidays. Though his reputation as a kill joy precedes him, even in my step mum's family.

I miss school. I miss my friends. I want to kill someone.

Regrets in my life

Sat, 21 Oct 2006 10:41:02 GMT

I saw my friend Patricia Dominguez yesterday on ANC. She was dead center on the screen. ANC. With the Ateneo de Manila College Glee Club. They were just on a European Concert, where they won the awards, sang for the Pope, etc.

Am still a trainee. But I cant move up the ladder because my good father wont allow me to train.

Want to kill someone.

Yes. I am bitter. And hung-up with old issues.

But I am being honest.

Fil 14

Thu, 14 Sep 2006 09:10:02 GMT

A dream of mine is to teach Filipino to High School students.

That may sound strange to many of my peers in school. Filipino is viewed as a dry, boring subject trying to bring dusty old tomes to light in the eyes of the younger generation. It may seem like a lost cause trying to prevent the eradication of a culture, which is now being quickly replaced by Mc. Donald's and Harry Potter.

But it seems I have an affinity with this subject. There are many teachers that i've encountered who have inspired me or who are inspiring me to rediscover my roots. I guess it also has something to do with the fact that I am a traditionalist.

But though I may somehow love it, my endurance for reading Old Tagalog Poetry and the like are approaching the limit.

Sure, I love Rizal's Noli Me Tangere for it's courage and beauty. But my heart can only take as much when reading about the plight of Sisa.

And Florante at Laura also happens to be a favorite of mine.

But for the love of God, I do not know how I can manage to report on Noli tomorrow and at the same time, prepare for a quiz on both Noli and Florante at Laura. Add to the fact that we have a long test next Wednesday on literature during the Spanish Period (from Gaspar Aquino de Belen's Pasyon to Noli me Tangere.)

Wish me luck.

This life of mine

Wed, 13 Sep 2006 01:00:43 GMT

The Movie Of Your Life Is Film Noir

So what if you're a little nihilistic at times?
Life with meaning is highly over-rated.

Your best movie matches: Sin City, L. A. Confidential, Blade Runner

If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?

You Are a Dreaming Soul

Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you away from this world
So much so that you tend to live in your head most of the time
You have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all...
But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficult

You are charming, endearing, and people tend to love you.
Forgiving and tolerant, you see the world through rose colored glasses.
Underneath it all, you have a ton of passion that you hide from others.
Always hopeful, you tend to expect positive outcomes in your life.

Souls you are most compatible with: Newborn Soul, Prophet Soul, and Traveler Soul

What Kind of Soul Are You?

Discernment

Tue, 12 Sep 2006 08:39:26 GMT

Decisions, decisions--

Having a lot of options available to you could be a good thing, but to someone as undecisive as me, it could give you a headache.

Take for instance, when one buys food from Jollibee. If it I do it during lunchtime, I would opt for chicken joy or the Lumpiang Shanghai or the Big meals they have.

Or when choosing what movie to watch, should I go for this romantic comedy or this blockbuster film that everyone is raving about? Or should I watch Sam Milby's newest flick because I adore him?

Sometimes, Marce and I just make decisions by performing the time-honored ritual of Bato-Bato-Pik or Rock-Paper-Scissors.

But now, I have a bigger decision to make because as a Communication Major I need to choose a track. And I certainly cannot use the Rock-Paper-Scissors method because there are four options (Advertising & P.R., Image & Sound Production, Media Studies, & Journalism)to this.

Maybe I should take Xela's advice, which is to write my options on pieces of paper, boil them, and then take the last one which survives this process.

Or I should do Czar's way, where she lists the options, it's advantages and disadvantages. She then assigns a point system to these and gets the total. The option with the greatest number of points win. (This is how I chose Ateneo over La Salle.)

The Ifs in life--

Media Studies: I shall have a future in the Academe. I could become the next Gerbner or Marshall MacLuhan might hire me. Or I could become a critic.

Image & Sound Production: Here I could look forward to a future in a Production House like Unitel.

Journalism: Who knows, I might be the next Jessica Soho? Or I could work for Summit Media for their magazines.

Advertising & P.R.: A life with Nanette Diyco (the Goddess of Advertising), who requires an Ad campaign every week. And the cut-throat world of personalities and egos who all want to get ahead. They say this is where the money is. And I would fulfill my dream of becoming a Production Manager for commercials.

Oh Lordy!

Idel, do you want to watch Godot wer is u?

Changes

Mon, 11 Sep 2006 20:58:30 GMT

My "carpool" has been dissolved. Mrs. Lopez told me yesterday that they are finally moving to Quezon City. I feel so bereft. For the past few months, I have been spoiled because I rode with them to go to school. And now, I have to return to commuting.

Father Flavy has also left the Philippines for East Timour. He left last week. He is the priest who arranged this car pool with Mrs. Lopez. And now he is doing missionary work there.

And the APY choir was almost dissolved. Kuya Boyet, our choirmaster, suggested that the choir be dissolved since there seems to be a lack of commitment among the members. There were practices when no "teacher" was present and there were times when no one was there to learn.

Anyway, they agreed on keeping the choir. Voice heads for the sectionals were assigned so that we could improve on our singing. And i am happy to say that the altos have begun planning for a sectional practice this Sunday.

I hate sudden changes. Grr.

And to anyone out there, who knows an Atenean who lives in Makati, and who has a car that I could carpool in, please tell me about it. M-W-F my classes start at 7:30 a.m. and T- Th my classes begin at 9.

Huhu. I shall cram my Com 100 paper about the play Shock Value by Floy Quintos.

Why I am me

Tue, 05 Sep 2006 11:15:57 GMT

How to make a bubbling_up

Ingredients:

1 part intelligence

3 parts silliness

5 parts instinct

Method:
Layer ingredientes in a shot glass. Add a little sadness if desired!

Personality cocktail
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Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Moderate
Schizoid:	Low
Schizotypal:	Moderate
Antisocial:	High
Borderline:	Very High
Histrionic:	Very High
Narcissistic:	High
Avoidant:	Moderate
Dependent:	Very High
Obsessive-Compulsive:	High
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Charity
Friendship
Courage
Faith
Peace
Which Positive Quality Are You?

All for nothing?

Tue, 05 Sep 2006 11:01:33 GMT

My internet card ran out at about 11:45 last night. And that’s why I logged-out from y.m. without saying goodbye to Az and Justin. I then cleaned the computer area. And in the darkness, I climbed up the stairs to my room.

I was so tired. And I felt lightheaded. Unfortunately, my cell phone battery had run out. I plugged it to my charger. I lay down, thinking that I would just be resting my eyes.

Then, I woke up at 4:30 a.m.

I dragged myself to church to meet my “carpool”. Mrs. Lopez texted that they were going to be late. I had to wait until about 6:00. After praying the Angelus (led by Mrs. Lopez), I fell asleep.

My ultimate goal was to get to the Com Dept. kitchen. I planned to nap there. My body was driven with this need, and when I got there, I collapsed on the table. 1 hour and ½ later, Van found me asleep with my mouth open.

I then went to our Com 101 class, distracted and panicked. I did not feel prepared for our report on Journalism, especially because I would have to report Belle’s part as well. Also, Print Journalism would be the first aspect discussed. Ms. Borsoto’s discussion about the technological determinism theory went by like a dream.

It was time for Solis.

As Van, Aron, Julie, Justin, and I were preparing, Aron realized that the previous class did not have a teacher. Turns put, Solis was not present, and he had left us an evaluation sheet and the questions for the play Shock Value.

I did not know if I was going to cry or laugh. So I did the next best thing, I asked Gene and Julie to watch the Devil wears Prada with me in Gateway.

But before that, Gene went with Idel to find possible locations they needed for LFC. And in the meantime, Julie and I headed for Julie’s condo beside Mc. Do. Lucky for us, Elise offered to drive us to Katipunan.

Julie fed me. Wee! She served native adobo (adobo with suka/ vinegar, garlic, pepper and with no potatoes.) To eat this endangered dish, one had to use a 1- 1& ½ teaspoon of coffee as a “sauce” on top of a spoonful of adobo and rice. And she did not stop there, she let me have a pear, and she let me taste a forkful of durian fruit.

Julie, you know the best way to my heart—my stomach. Thank you for that culinary experience.

Many minutes later, Gene came and had her fill. Then, after I messed with Gene’s face and transformed her into a super goddess through make- up, we headed for Cubao.

In the dark and cold theater, we enjoyed Streep and Hathaway. Julie was forced to separate the book from the movie because they were so radically different.

After watching the movie (and finally going to the bathroom), we headed for Farmer’s Market. There we ate Snowpy (ice cream). Gene and I ate Shawarma, and Julie ate Empanada. Lastly, we went window shopping for make-up and books (Booksale.)

And that’s how my day went. It made me ask if breathing the polluted air of Manila is worth it. Labo.

Hey Belle, wherever you are, I hope you are feeling better.

Cramming again

Mon, 04 Sep 2006 15:00:29 GMT

I am in a state wherein I do not feel pain anymore. My shoulders (which carry the burden of the world) are numb. And the world is spinning. I feel light headed.

Haay.

Ano nga ba ang Magis?

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Psst. Secret lang ito ha.

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My step mom was b***hing again kanina. She was asking us (Marce and I) why we did not use the computer/ internet earlier. Eh HEllo we were in school! She replied, why did you not use the school p.c. Duh, I did use the computer lab but I was not able to finish my project. And besides, I needed to go home already because I have a friggin 6:00 p.m. curfew.

It made me ask myself, what is the purpose of our home computer? Daddy always tells us that we should only use it for schoolwork. That's why we are not allowed to play games and such, Or to download videos.

The step mom then said, "why do you always have to use the internet for your selfish purposes while I dont even get to use it that much?"

Couldn't she see me cramming already. And besides, she gets to use the office computer in Metrobank. her brother (sometimes) even comes to our house to use the computer, and we let him (we owe him because they let us use their computer in F. Torres when ours broke down)

If I know, she just wanted to use the telephone so that she could talk to a friend or something.

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I feel sorry for Justin because he has to compile the files and pictures for the power point.

And thanks to Az, I learned how to use a zip folder. And she told me that an MB is bigger than a KB.
*Bow*

Try and try again

Mon, 04 Sep 2006 11:31:58 GMT

Bukas Palad Tryouts to me
6:03 pm (1 hour ago)
Dear Bubbly,

Thank you once again for your interest in Bukas Palad. Your participation in the auditions and your willingness to join us in our ministry is quite heartening.

We apologize for the delay in the release of the results. We evaluated the first set of auditionees as best as we could, and we are pleased to announce those who have made it to the next round. They are:

Vina Geronimo
Mariel Ann Villanueva
Marife Villaroman
Gino Afable

If you have any questions about the results, or any other concerns, please do not hesitate to write to this address. Once again, thank you for your interest and God bless!

In Him alone,

Roy Tolentino
Community Committee Head
Bukas Palad Music Ministry

I recieved this through e-mail. I guess hindi pa kasi panahon. And i know I sucked during the auditions. As in I consciously heard my voice crack and I heard my self sing off key.

Oh well. At least I tried.

I dont know why I put myself through these auditions. I guess I just have these need to perform and to sing (kahit parang ayaw sa akin ng musika.)

And also, I hope Belle feels better. She wont come to school tom. Her mom is worried because her fever might turn out to be dengue.

Let us hope for the best.

Cramming for Journ report

Sun, 03 Sep 2006 07:06:14 GMT

Wow!

This is my first ever entry na may sense.

Anyway, here I am multi-tasking again.

Doing the powerpoint for our Journalism report is not easy. I missed the 2:00 p.m. deadline Justin set. Sigh. Why oh Lord?

I shall get back to you later.

More Quizzes

Sat, 02 Sep 2006 04:26:21 GMT

Your Inner Muse is Euterpe

You are most like this muse of music.
While you may or may not be musical...
You love music and set life to your own personal soundrack.
And you are good at making anyone's heart sing!

What Muse Are You?

Your Dream Engagement Ring Has a Marquise Diamond!

Like most Marquise diamond wearers, you are sexy and impulsive.
You're also good at getting what you want in life, no matter what it is.
You tend to be successful at love, your career, and anything else you desire.
Think Victoria Beckham and Catherine Zeta Jones: proud wearers of this ring!

What's Your Dream Engagement Ring?

You Don't Need a Man, but You Want One!

You like having a guy in your life, and overall, you prefer not to be single.
You won't go out with a guy out of desperation.. you rather be alone.
However, when you're single, you do tend to obsess a little over dating.
Because no matter how good your single life is, it's better with a great guy around.

Do You Need a Man?

You Belong in Rome

You're a big city girl with a small town heart
Which is why you're attracted to the romance of Rome
Strolling down picture perfect streets, cappuccino in hand
And gorgeous Italian men - could life get any better?

What City Do You Belong In?

Quizzes...

Sat, 02 Sep 2006 04:15:02 GMT

I'm baaack....

Your Career Personality: Organized, Responsible, and Future-Oriented

Your Ideal Careers:

Biomedical engineer
Business executive
College professor
District attorney
Hedge fund manager
Investment banker
Judge
Military leader
Political strategist
Surgeon

The Quick and Dirty Career Test

Your Birthdate: August 11

Spiritual and thoughtful, you tend to take a step back from the world.
You're very sensitive to what's going on around you, yet you remain calm.
Although you are brilliant, it may take you a while to find your niche.
Your creativity is supreme, but it sometimes makes it hard for you to get things done.

Your strength: Your inner peace

Your weakness: You get stuck in the clouds

Your power color: Emerald

Your power symbol: Leaf

Your power month: November

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

Who Should Paint You: Pablo Picasso

Your an expressive soul who shows many emotions, with many subtleties
Only a master painter could represent your glorious contradictions

What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?

What Your Face Says

At first glance, people see you as warm and well-balanced.

Overall, your true self is passive and thoughtful.

With friends, you seem logical, detached, and a bit manipulative.

In love, you seem mysterious and interesting.

In stressful situation, you seem like you're oblivious to the stress.

What Do People Think Of Your Face?

You are Brigitte Bardot

Naurally sensual and beautiful
You're an exotic beauty who turns heads everywhere
You've got a look that's one of a kind

What Famous Pinup Are You?

Your Reputation Is: Sweet Girl

While you're well known, there's nothing to worry about.
You're reputation is mostly good - as good as any rep can be.

What's Your Reputation?

You *Are* a Psycho Ex

You may not believe it, but there's a good chance you're being called a psycho behind your back.
While your ex may be scum, it's time to forget about him.
You're only doing yourself damage when you seek out revenge - even thinking about him is not good for you!

Are You a Psycho Ex?

Your Makeup Look Is

Punk Glam Eyes
You're the perfect mix of rock and roll meets glamour!

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