Happy new year! Let's get this one over with! :)))

To my son's future first girlfriend / fling / gray-area-person: don't worry sweetie, I won't eat you alive, but I know what you're doing

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I got all bases and angles covered: you could be his "best friend", garage band mate, lab partner... his room's door will always be open when you're around.

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Better yet, once he starts bringing girls home, the door knob, it's going.

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A girl should be worth it to deserve a good guy, too. And that is what I'm busting my ass doing, making him one

aaaannddd she's back.
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I have been very emotional lately. Must be my ovaries but well, i
always blame my ovaries for everything lately. Too warm and sweaty, my
ovaries. overeating, my ovaries. Pimple breakout, my ovaries. It's
like adolescence all over again, except then i blamed my parents.
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This is bad. Everywhere I go, anything i do on a friday is done with a compulsive petiks

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Okay so i cant believe that after months/years, i have a slight crush on someone who's not 2D or fictional hihi

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Sorry for my poor motor & social skills this morning -me to Mcdo cashier, fellow jeep passenger, bldg guard, office door, etc etc #hangover

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Am I the only one enjoying my hangover?!

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Okay, this is it. I'm going to culinary school! (idea #83)

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"i don't like it, but I'm doing it, right?!" - says every woman in at least one point of her life

#manangnights with @manay_niks

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"i know his kind. i married his kind"

#manangnights

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crappy feeling: forgetting a thought while in the process of writing said thought so you won't forget. as in right before you hit the first word. :(

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ryan "the unicorn" gosling

brokeback mountain made me cry again last night for a whole lot of
different reasons. From the star-crossed lovers theme, to the
hauntingly beautiful guitar score, to the question im asking myself
why I enjoy seeing Gyllenhaal and Ledger make out. #hormonal
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'I wish I knew how to quit you' #siesta
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I'm feeling sad. Hmm.. Now whats a new way to supress it? Something
i've never done before, hopefully?
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They finished shooting the sequel to 'Before Sunset'. Its a good thing
they gave us a heads up as i need to get myself together and emotionally
prepare for the issues the movie will raise.
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For the above reason, I kinda wish Jesse made it to his flight 8years ago.

there are just those people the i like theoretically

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grammar police? where's your baton, up your ass?

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My news feed is filled with people's feelings towards Naruto. Well if they just managed to grow up, they wouldn't have been exposed to such disappointment.

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Hey girl, I'm really considering un-friending you. It sucks though that I might need you for a favor in the future. 

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i want to work for someecards. might as well make use of my pessimist, defeatist, and sarcastic personality

I let my son grow up believing the his mother knows EVERYTHING. This is no joke. He believed that since I'm a teacher, I must know everything. I didn't correct him on that one. 

He's now seven and along the way, I'm not sure when exactly, he found out the truth. He found out that I, his mother, didn't know everything, just MOST THINGS. 

At this point, I'm transitioning from that to "Mother is ALWAYS RIGHT". I figured it's time for a new stand, since in a few more years, my all-knowing cover would've been blown, especially when he starts taking chemistry.

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I'm not feeling very funny lately. There's too much nothing happening, and I'm surprised too, but I think I'm running out of things to complain about.

For instance, it's a long weekend. I still have a day before I could complain about going to work. And the thing about Tuesday being the first workday of the week is, it doesn't sound good within a rant. Mondays have been typecasted for that.

Also, I went home to my parents to find 3 unopened bottles of wine. Yes, three! The type with corks and we really had to use a corkscrew! Again, another reason not to complain.

For four straight meals, I ate crabs. In coconut milk, steamed, pan-fried...

It's just logical to think that something bad's going to happen soon right?

I rearranged my kitchen. I moved tables and appliances around; scrubbed the floors like a madwoman. Four hours later, i hate it.

This is one of the moments I really, really wish I could CTRL+Z life.

Well, this and some nights in college.

i have been on exile.

number 1, i have spent the long weekend at my parents' house, that in itself is a punishment. i still wonder why i keep on caring for other human beings when i clearly end up hating myself for it, but thats a different entry altogether.

number 2, i have no internet access for the past three days. fortunately, there's enough wine to distract me from the online equivalent of being marooned in an island. although, there have been brief moments of sobriety wherein i wonder what everyone's talking about, in which case i feel like an outcast all over again, which in turn would make me refill my glass of vino.

number 3, i have just finished the latest full season of White Collar on DVD, and as it is everytime i finish a TV series, im left with a feeling of emptiness that only another full season of a different TV show can fill.

imagine how trapped, alone and empty i feel. then, imagine how shallow my life is.

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i read an interesting observation somewhere that is truly descriptive of my intellectual state as of late: women like me are in need of intellectual challenges--conversations, reading material-- because there's not much of that for the most part of being around small kids all day, everyday.

my son, who's seven but look's eight and thinks like a 10 year old, is smart enough for me to not join those homeschooling, soccer parents in their quest for the perfect educational system. my work pays my dismal part of the bills and allows me to bully my staff every now and then, so im not complaining. my husband, as much as i want him here, is 11000 miles away in a different continent, but i talk to him every morning about everything so thats the closest thing to a perfect long distance relationship that i can get.

now i don't know where i got the idea that complaining about something is a form of intellectual exercise. it must be all the folk music i listened to in college.

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TV has taken over my life.

Everything I do, I do it with TV in mind.

I buy dinner that can be served in a bowl, eaten with a one-handed fork infront of the TV.

I regrettably skip workout for TV. (regrettably here is used very loosely)

I quote and paraphrase TV dialogue.

I love September, not only for the Philippines' 4-month Christmas preptime, but for the new season of shows i follow.

When I deal with my feelings, I picking whether to watch a drama, a sitcom or for the most part of my anal existence, a crime procedural show.

i'm too stressed to spell backwards.

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i only have one kid, and he does the dishes, yet why do i feel like I aged 10 years this week? #firstquarterexams

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the only time i feel so productive is when cramming. why do you think i do it a lot?

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warning: self-pity crap ahead

i suffer from being ashamed of myself. i have been writing punchlines for a couple of weeks but nobody knows about them yet. just calling them "punchline" makes me want to punch myself. what if they're not funny enough? or, at all? i mean of course i'm not funny but a girl can dream.

not even my husband knows i've been blogging for one, that's a lot of material i'll have to keep to myself if he knew. two, i never really liked lying. i mean, i'm AWESOME at it but it doesn't mean i like it. (says every woman in at least one point in her life) 

i honestly don't know why I can't show it to anyone. i have an idea though: i know my thoughts suck and have no any social bearing at all but knowing THAT and still having the stomach to continue, is unnatural for me, very far from my defeatist attitude. im ashamed of trying.

getting up on a monday is not a sprint, it's a marathon #lifebeginsaftercoffee

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the man who invented the snooze button must really hate his life. or the human race.

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the only thing i like about Mondays is my compulsion to wear new jeans

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having coffee first thing in the morning (hence, not stabbing anyone) is one of the greatest gifts i give to my loved ones

i love thursdays. thursdays are practically fridays. and friday is practically the weekend. same line of thinking why i hate sundays.

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on weekends i go home to my parents house. i love going home there... there's something sentimental about my old room, my father's cooking, the neighbors' accusing stare...

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i love my parents. i mean, i'm still ashamed of them but i love them.

my mom is an accountant. yeah, so it's just understandable why my childhood dream was to be a cashier. i always thought punching in numbers on the calculator THAT fast was awesome. and because of her, me and my sisters, we got our priorities lined up well. my sister got a fake tattoo years ago and our mom, thinking it was real, was so upset, she was all "i cannot believe you'll spend money on that?!"

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my dad and i had a typical father-daughter relationship, i guess. he scolds me, i talk back, he bangs my head against the table, i set fire to his powertools...

well, i got pregnant before graduating college so i clearly won, right?

on drinking:

in college i used to drink a lot. after college too. like, until now. come to think of it, i need a drink

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i never thought i'd be one of those women in their late 20s or early 30s who would ALWAYS drink. those ladies always seemed unhappy. now i know those ladies don't care.

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you know you drink too much when your 8 year old smells the OJ before drinking it.

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when you're older, you drink wiser. yes, you'd rather drink at home coz nothing beats drinking in your pajamas. you can both sleep in it or barf on it without regrets in the morning. yes, you definitely have limits now. or at least your wallet does, and you know it.

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i have tried all cheap alcohol mixes i can find in the house. gin, rhum, vodka... with juice, iced tea, soda... my favorite is one with alcohol mixed to something uhm, liquid.

whats up with the changing fonts? i know im fickle but i don't need all my stuff to act like I do.

im watching SUITS and these guys are not bad looking at all. they might not exist, ever, in real life, but they are definitely eye candy

I can't contain myself. Something new in my life is happening and it is so exciting, I don't know where to start. I'm like a 15year old dude with a stripper [what like, here, or here, or, holy cow there's something there????!!] [Sorry for that. No i'm not sorry for that, my first dirty joke ever!]

But really, I didnt realize I had serious problems with organizing my thoughts until I met my husband [who was my then-boyfriend]. He's a doctor, who used to want to be a psychiatrist. He's so sweet. He owes me his career, I think training started with me. Whenever we need to decide about something, like where to eat, I'd have this monologue while he listens until I and the other me decides that we're not hungry. 

When we're arguing, he'd tell me, "honey, how are you really feeling?" and we'll go through a list of adjectives to describe my feelings, and by the end of the list, I'll need a new adjective for how pissed I am at what we're doing.

I'm really bad with words [and using them] but boy can my face talk. My husband always tells me my face [facial expression] is too loud. He says I can't hide what I think or feel because my face says it all. I can have an entire op-ed column using mug shots.

one thing i like about drinking is... are you kidding me? i like EVERYthing about it

no really, I wish I could just not care about what they think of me. but I do, you know. and most people do, too or else we'd all be naked right now in which case, I would have gauge my eyes out.

Another cool thing to do is to not give a damn what other people think. Right? Whatdyathink of that?

compiling my thoughts into writing is like catching water in my hands--HAS NO USE WHATSOEVER. i  see others do it and it looks so cool so i try it thinking I'd nail it, but then here we are