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I like doing the dishes. And cleaning the toilet.

My pets are my babies. They remind me every single day-yes, unconditional love is very, very real.

Sis, nakabasa ka sa How To Stop Worrying and Start Living by Dale Carnegie? I really liked that book, it is all about living in the present. This is something I have to be deliberate about, just to live in the present and to just let go. Master kaayo ko anang worry and stress.

Let me be an eager audience of one
a multitude of emotions all I can
let your words flow, fill your blog
like embers aflame upon a dry log

Dili diay puede hardcover, sis? *joke* I love to read too, or at least, I used to...being in that I don't read now as much as I used to in college. The typical poor-as-a-church-mouse college student, I didn't have money to do anything-no dining out, no hanging out in bars, no watching movies, no lakwatsa sa SM or Ayala. I'd be in the library in between classes, you'd find me reading magazines or newspapers, kay aircon man gud to nga section where the periodicals were, LOL! Weekends were spent reading books checked out from the library. Those years in college were awesome! Napahimuslan gyud nko tong library fee LOL Right now, work and bill-paying get in the way. I am not able to indulge in leisurely reading anymore.

LOL! I don't go out for seamen, like you said, they make me nauseate..hehehe.. Yeah, I wll blog about the whole trip sans the boys...

yes, it is.. They've been producing high caliber students since time immemorial. I have not graduated there. Would have wanted to if we could only afford the education...

nah, I was just humoring you..no offense made...

Who knows, when you get back from Surigao, you might be blogging about a cute guy you met over there. Nice! Stay away from those guys who work sa barko though. They circle around you, like sharks, looking for prey. Then comes the gasgas line, "miss, puede makig ila-ila"? That's when you say, "gosh, you make me nauseous, good thing I brought Bonamine with me!"

Is STC run by nuns? People should know not to mess with nuns. They are truly one of the scariest entities on the planet. At least the ones (nuns) who run schools. *shudder*

OooOoops, sorry sis. The mention of fish, veggies, burger, fries etc etc was meant to be glib and off-the-cuff...never meant to make "hambog" to those who can only choose between ginamos or buwad...or dukot. No offense meant at all.

ahahah... the last line really got the better of me..ahahah

Good for you, while some of us grapple with these: Should I eat ginamos or buwad? What are we going to do with the dukot?heheh...

Anyway, thanks for always dropping by...

I'm the worst cry-baby in the world! When I was sick recently, I milked it for all it was worth. But when I was hovering over the toilet and puking my guts out, I remember throwing a question at the universe, "why oh why do I have to feel pain?" Then I read a story about this girl with congenital analgesia-a condition that renders someone complete insensitivity to pain. This little girl, at only 2 yrs old, already had several bone fractures, has had a broken jaw, has almost bitten off her own tongue, was going blind in her left eye because she kept poking her eye and without that sensation to pain, she didn't know when to stop. She didn't know any better. Until I read that story, I never looked at pain that way...that it had any other purpose besides doling out misery! I am still a cry-baby and will always be. Unpleasant sensations and I -- we will never get along. But the next time I get terrible, terrible pain and gas from acid reflux...I'll know it's my body telling me, "Well, maybe it's not necessary to eat the whole pizza...one or two (or three) slices should suffice...remember that time when you ate a whole box of krispy kremes because they were just sooooo good? Remember the painful price you had to pay for that? You never ate a whole box of doughnuts again!"
*sigh* I love the conversations I have with myself

Should I have steamed fish and veggies or cheeseburger and fries? Should I get on the treadmill or watch The Real Housewives of Atlanta? These are the kind of soul-shattering choices I'm faced with everyday.

Originally Posted by Dorothea

It was a priest (I can't even remember his name now) who said to me, if you ask God for something, be specific. So, I made a list of things I "required" of my future prince charming slash knight in shining armor. Some things in that list were so specific and weird and out-of-left-field...it was me saying, "ok God, let's see if you can make this happen"...Three years later I met my now-husband and I realized that God does hear us, esp when we are specific in what we ask/pray for. We must specify, specify, specify...

Cool, a real firsthand account! Thanks for sharing...

Originally Posted by psyche_08

No rush Brucey. Age is just a number and we will prove the statistics wrong. =)

Yes Boggart, we will...heheh

Marriage is not the be all and end all of life. Not having a boyfriend/husband is not something one should worry about. There are far more scary things in the world.

Originally Posted by Dorothea

There are few things in life as satisfying as a good, loud fart.

Yeah, the old famous guy...lol

Originally Posted by Dorothea

sigh! Pablo Neruda...tonight I write the saddest lines. *sigh*

Yeah, Pablo Neruda, indeed!