Save the Last Dance for Me

You can dance-every dance with the guy
Who gives you the eye, let him hold you tight
You can smile-every smile for the man
Who held your hand 'neath the pale moon light

But don't forget who's takin' you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin' save the last dance for me

Oh I know that the music's fine
Like sparklin' wine, go and have your fun
Laugh and sing, but while we're apart
Don't give your heart to anyone

And don't forget who's takin' you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin' save the last dance for me

Baby don't you know I love you so
Can't you feel it when we touch
I will never never let you go
I love you oh so much

You can dance, go and carry on
Till the night is gone, and it's time to go
If he asks if you're all alone
Can he walk you home, you must tell him no

'Cause don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
Save the last dance for me

Oh I know that the music's fine
Like sparklin' wine, go and have your fun
Laugh and sing, but while we're apart
Don't give your heart to anyone

And don't forget who's takin' you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin' save the last dance for me

So don't forget who's taking you home
Or in whose arms you're gonna be
So darling, save the last dance for me

Oh baby won't you save the last dance for me
You made a promise that you'd save the last dance for me.
Save the last dance, the very last dance for me

*This is my new favorite song by Michael Buble. My most favorite part is "but while we're apart, don't give your heart to anyone." Awww.

Do click on the link and listen to the song. Very danceable too (with a partner)!

Special note to Jenny C, nothing beats 'The Way You Look Tonight.'

Barbier

Just got home from a night out with Edel and really had a great time with her!

We watched 'Wedding Date' and though it wasn't as great as any other movies about love and weddings, it did set the mood for our conversation the whole night through. The highlight for us came at the end of the movie, as the credits are rolled out.

Right there on the screen...______Barbier. The first name escapes me at the moment but we thought it was funny! Imagine naming your child Barbie Barbier. Hehehe! And what if she married a 'Barbiest'? Mrs. Barbie Barbier Barbiest. Hilarious!!! And what would she name her son?!

Anyway, Eds had to bring a camera at The Fort so we drove there. On the way, she asked me if I am particular with how my future husband would look. For me, it didn't matter as long as the man has character - self-confidence, integrity, etc. He doesn't need to be a head-turner but at least he has to look okay. Then we remembered Barbier. And thus, we coined the term 'barbier' to refer to that kind of man - looks good but not drop-dead gorgeous. Drop-dead gorgeous is 'barbiest'. So-so is 'barbie'.

Until now, I'm laughing my head off. Imagine, using 'barbier' to refer to a man! And if that person doesn't understand the newly coined term, he would think the man we refer to is gay. Hehehe!

Jennifer Garner

I first saw her in ABC's tv series "Alias" and instantly liked her. Probably because I liked the series. I religiously watched seasons 1-3. And now it's on season 4. Unfortunately, we don't have cable anymore so I don't get to see her in action. But I log on to alias-tv.com once in awhile to see what's happening with the series.

I next saw her in 13 going on 30 and absolutely adored her there! The picture above is from the movie, which truly touched me, though I watched it alone, because my date didn't show up. Still it was fun watching her. I wonder, will I be like that when I reach 30? Hmmm....

Then I saw her in Elektra. Nothing spectacular. It only felt like I'm watching "Sydney Bristow" on the big screen. Though she really fits the role.

I still like her as "Sydney" because I relate to her role there very well. Not because I am a spy but, as she does, I take on a different role from time to time, as the need arises. I'm a daughter, sister, cousin, niece, friend, guidance counselor - as my dear cousin would put it, teacher, servant, travel agent, etc., to anyone who needs me as any of these.

Also, like her, I do have secrets I guard with my life. Sometimes I wear masks to hide the real me. Don't we all? But I've learned to slowly shed off the mask and let others take a peek at the real me. And the secrets are also slowly taken out of the darkness into the light.

Oftentimes, it's my fear of how people would react to what they know about me that keeps me from coming out my shell. I imagine it would hurt because people may not understand why I am so and reject me. Inspite of this, I'm learning to be transparent with what I feel, what I think, etc. to the people around me. I've finally come to terms with rejection and learned to run to the One who accepts me no matter what.

And finally, I like Jennifer Garner's toned body. I have set it as a goal for myself. Now, if only I can get myself to start exercising...

The New Look

I was getting tired of the way my blog looks, thus the change of skin. It didn’t come easy, as I had to learn html language to create this beautiful design. Although I got this from blogskins.com, I edited most of its appearance and contents. And voila! I hope visiting my blog will be more fun for all of you.

Aside from being purple, it’s so me! Though I have yet to own a Manolo Blahnik, I’m a sucker for high-heeled shoes. I don’t mean to brag, but I don’t need the additional height it gives. Yet, I love wearing these! Not so I can lord over other people, but basically I become womanlier. Hihi! (And even my laughter changes to giggle!)

Seriously! It changes my otherwise poor posture. I am forced to straighten my back, walk catlike, sway my hips, etc. you get the picture. But I don’t do it to be seductive or something like that. I just like the overall effect it gives my body.

I googled high-heeled shoes and found out that its history dates back to at least 1000 B.C. The original intent, at least according to that article, was to stress social stature as wearer of these shoes seems taller than the rest of the people. That, as I’ve said, I don’t need.

Then it became a tool to prevent women from going out, because it was painful to walk on your toes all the time. It was torture but the women were made to believe that they become more beautiful and desirable if they wear these. Not that I’m insecure. Rather, I believe I am beautiful and desirable. Not only because my parents said so, but also because God said so! My identity is secure with God.

Then it became associated with sex, as men prefer prostitutes who wear heels. Probably because women appear more graceful as they walk. It’s an art you know – learning how to walk on these shoes. That I don’t want since it’s not my intent in the first place - to be branded "sexy" just because I wear heels.

And now, it’s everywhere! I think even men wear high-heeled shoes. Hehehe!

However, it seems that my penchant for high-heeled shoes will soon die. After a series of foot injuries, my doctor specifically prohibited wearing of heels for long periods of time. In fact, I already have osteoarthritis at age 25. Imagine that!

And so, for the time being as I’m yet unwilling to let it go, I will keep my prized heeled shoes in their box, until I can safely wear them again. That is if I already lost weight! So there won’t be much pressure on the heels, doc said. Sigh. When would it happen? Sigh. The boxes will accumulate dust. Sigh. The shoes will be out of style. Sigh. I hope there are fashionable low-heeled shoes out there that fit me. Sigh.

Well, at least my blog looks chic!

After a Day's Work...

Just finished what I have scheduled to do for today. Whew! Tiring day, but fulfilling. And as I was preparing to leave, a poster caught my attention and ministered to me as it did 5 years ago. Hope this ministers to you as well:

A Yuppie's Prayer

Dear Lord, day in and day out,

I'm in the daily grind,

Meetings here, desk work there,

Always on the go, You'd find,

I know somehow You've put me here,

In my work, to make a diff'rence,

Help me stop and take stock,

Let me have the perspective that makes sense.

I lay my work and lifestyle at Your feet,

With heart willing in submission

To Your will and dream for my life,

For which You have the best plan and vision.

May what I earn not be for naught,

Never should I use these for selfish gain,

Rather, those in need, lend a helping hand,

With hope my faith will never wane.

May those I love in my life,

Never be neglected by me.

All my relationships good and strong,

As blest as they can be.

And as I go along this life's journey,

Searching for my place,

Guide me along, protect my way,

'Til I thank You face to face.

The Misfortunes of a Knock-Kneed

Yup, I am! Though, moderately so, I dread walking on an uneven surface for I am prone to injuries.

Just recently, I sprained my left ankle as I was walking towards KFC. It hurt so bad, I fell on my knees and couldn't get up. Fortunately, a friend came to help me. Otherwise, people would've wondered why I am kneeling on the side of the road, in front of KFC, as if begging for food!

Several years back, a similar incident happened to me. We were walking towards the parking lot after a tiring day at a resort. I was carrying my tired and sleeping cousin in my arms when I stepped on a hole and twisted my ankle. We both fell on the ground. She cried, of course, not because she was hurt but her sleep was disturbed. She only stopped crying when another cousin picked her up. The damage it caused me: a dislocated joint (which was corrected already).

Those are the major "sprain events" I can remember. On any ordinary day, while rushing to get a ride: jeep, bus or FX, if I'm not careful, I'd surely sprain my ankle. Even if I'm not rushing, just walking, I'd certainly be injured if I don't exercise precaution.

Through the years, I have learned to watch my steps. I'm always looking down when I walk, not because of inferiority complex but of fear of injuries. However, I quickly forget and only reminded when I am already hurt.

And even the stairs are dreadful for me. When climbing up or going down, I prefer to do so on the side of the railing or wall than at the center, for fear of falling. Thoughts of me falling down the stairs always pop up in my mind and bring funny memories not too long ago.

One cleaning day, back in high school, I was scrubbing the stairs with some of my classmates. We were fooling around while cleaning and I told them I can spin the husk while I'm on top of it. Which I did successfully! But when it stopped, I lost my balance and fell on 7 flight of stairs, head first!

Now, that has nothing to do with being knock-kneed. But this one incident is.

I was on a field work, with my partner in Ortigas Center. To better represent the company we work for, we were dressed to impress. As in 3-piece suit, closed shoes and fully made up.

We were on our way to the admin office to secure permit and the elevator was taking forever to come so we decided to take the stairs, since it's only 1 floor down.

As I started my descent, I had a misstep and lost my balance. I tried to reach for the railing but it was too late: I was already falling! All I could do was cover my face as I fell 12 flight of stairs, again, head first. And as if that wasn't enough, my head hit the wall!

The impact of the fall was heard downstairs as well as on the 2nd floor. A man rushed down to help me, as well as my partner, with one of my shoes in her hand, trying hard not to laugh.

I laid there motionless for about 10 seconds but quickly got up when I remembered I was wearing a skirt. I forced myself to stand and walk the remaining steps towards the admin office to call my supervisors. When they heard what happened to me, they laughed hysterically and I laughed with them too not because I found it funny at that time but I didn't want to cry.

Though funny, I never want to experience it again. Now, I am extra careful everywhere I go, yet accidents happen. I finally resolved to myself that if it's bound to happen, IT WILL HAPPEN. Sigh.