rejection

I gotta be more proactive about this. He's just not that into me.

Some more...this is so much fun.

I'm letting my artistic side help me cope with a sudden change in marital status. Taken in Boracay.

Harsh reality

Dating is easy. Getting laid is difficult.

this isn't good

It's midnight, I can't sleep because I ran out of Valium.

Antihistamines are a close second to my choice of downer, but I ran out of those too. (For some reason I've developed an allergy to ibuprofen.)

So here I am, surfing manilatonight.com.

Pathetic, isn't it.

What's more pathetic is that I realized I'm not as ballsy as I was in college. I can't work up the nerve to post anything on the personals.

How's about a trip down memory lane?

An ex (not my daughter's father) tried to woo me back, unfortunately (for both of us) we had already committed ourselves to people we'd eventually discover to be absolutely awful human beings. I couldn't just turn him away completely, because I knew, more than anything, he needed a friend to help him through a particularly rough patch, and we had a pretty solid friendship, too. I resorted to being distant, then cold, then being an absolute bitch and picking fights over the most mundane things. One day I just totally held myself back and disappeared. It wasn't easy: he'd call my cell several times in an hour, every hour, my landline at home and in the office. I'd see new messages in my IM and email everyday, asking me what I've been up to, why I haven't been returning his calls, and pretty much begging me to please give him a chance.

I told him: I can't do that. We're both married. We can be friends, just like how we were.

He said: I don't care if we're married. I love you. I know you have a husband and that you'll always love him more than you'll love me. I can accept that, but I don't want to lose you again. (Ugh. I can't believe I'm writing this.)

Me: What? You'll be ok with just being some guy I'll see on the sly and coming in second or third or last in my priorities? How can you want that? (I am so effing unromantic.)

Him: Because being last in your priorities is better than being first in hers.

That almost did it. Almost. I told him, No.

Somebody kick me now.

Need some advice here

Should I even take a chance with a guy I don't have any chemistry with, AND whom I know to be an MLM pushover? No offense to MLM peeps, but I'm really too tamad to recruit/invite/befriend for my downline/left-leg-right-leg/limb/shift stick.

If his idea of a date is sitting through one of his "seminars", I'm gonna feign dizziness and collapse.

Pasko na, plis...

Nampucha...Bayaran nyo na mga utang 'nyo sa 'keeeeeen!!!

Puppy love

A new addition to the family, courtesy of a friendly neighbor.



My little preschooler christened him Gofer. Just a plain old askal, but he's sweet and well-behaved, unlike our dachsund who's such a bundle of tireless energy, I'm seriously considering giving him up for adoption.



So there's Gofer, watching over his ward.



Unfortunately, she's still insisting on that python at the pet shop.

I need some help here...

Seriously. Haven't dated in a while. What do couples do nowadays on a date? Is it a lot like Sex and the City or more like Bcuz of U?

Is it still taboo to kiss on the first date?

Is it ok for a girl to carry condoms with her?

How much alcohol is too much on a first date?

Do couples still go dutch?

What if we play basketball and I end up shooting better than he does?

What if he doesn't speak English?

What if he doesn't speak Tagalog?

What if he's metrosexual?

What if the attraction isn't mutual?

What if my ex-husband's relatives see me?

Listen to old wives' tales

My little preschooler started vomiting Thursday night, for no apparent reason, and did so every hour until we took her to the hospital at five in the morning. Prior to this, she was her usual talkative and smart-ass self, telling me that I and her dad should say sorry to each other and shake hands so that her daddy could stay home forever.

Anyhoo...the doctors at the ER ruled out bacterial infection, and since she wasn't feverish, concluded food intolerance, and advised us to have her take oral rehydration salts and lugaw. The following day we were back in the ER...she had lost so much fluids and no appetite, the IV was the only way to go.

We stayed in the hospital the whole weekend. Although she got well, I ended up gaining three pounds (one per day) from bingeing on potato chips, burgers, Oreos, and lattes from Starbucks. (Three pounds despite walking nine flights of stairs daily as cardio.) A Starbucks at a hospital? Yep. They got fastfood and a Subway, too. A far cry from hospital food.

Let me wear my MBA hat for now: I'm betting that a large chunk of the hospital's revenues comes from the lease rental of these establishments, on top of the bond/rent/monthly payments they get from the doctors who secured clinics in their spanking new building. Even the drugstore isn't in-house, a separate company runs it. (Which meant I had to egg a doctor friend for my nightly Valium.) The food court, for one, had more concesionnaires to rival that of our friendly neighborhood Ever Gotesco. They might as well start putting DVD players in the rooms, and entice AstroVision to open a branch there.

Back to my mommy hat: We were discharged sunday night. Diagnosis? Viral infection, something she could've gotten from the air, from the water, from the phone...as long as it responded well to treatment (read: rest and plenty of fluids) then it didn't warrant being isolated and identified.

Plain old usog to me.

I don't know how I should feel, really.

Disappointed or stupid.

Disappointed because I gave so much, spent so much, risked so much...all for something I could've just as easily achieved with a sex toy.

Stupid because I believed in every little lie he said about loving me forever and ever and ever. Even stupider, because NOTHING he ever did made me feel that way, and NOTHING he said could be verifiable as fact.

I don't know who I should be angry at: myself or him. The smart person in me tells me I have only myself to blame...so cut your losses and get on with life.

Come on, folks. Find me a date.

pay up, it's christmas

Crap. I'm broke.

Thing is, a numer of people owe me money. I've been really, really, really generous. Unfortunately, my generosity exceeds some people's greed, and as it turns out, scruples.

Mind you, I don't charge interest. Never did. If a friend approached me to borrow money, I'd think he was really really really in dire need, had no one else to turn to, and had to summon so much courage to say to my face, I need to borrow money. 'Di ba nakakahiya mangutang sa kaibigan? It would be so much easier to borrow from a 5-6. By asking help from me, that would mean he couldn't even get a loan from a shark.

I rely on the old Filipino value of hiya for repayment...unfortunately it backfires big time. It doesn't help either that I myself am dyahe to make singil. I usually justify that the people I lent money to are still in a rut and have the initiative to pay up when they can. Yeah, I know, justify my ass. Worse, some of these people conveniently disappear after some time.

In my entire existence, I have only borrowed money twice from friends, and I paid them back, in full, without delay, as promised.

So what now? I'm going to have to change my generous ways and be a miser. So sorry inaanaks, Ninang's nowhere to be found.

enough ridiculous forwarded email

Ok, I've gotten far too many well-meaning (chain) emails, mostly heartwarming (cancer survivor becomes millionaire and donates his entire estate to the person who gave him a glass of milk when he was thirsty), some threatening (bad sex forever unless forwarded to two hundred people), some precautionary (instant noodles causes cancer), a few absolutely disgusting (fetuses a native delicacy in Taiwan) and some downright untrue (Bill Gates is the Anti-Christ).

Come on. Bill Gates is an angel. And pigs don't have orgasms that last thirty minutes...I married one, so I should know.

Anyhoo, for those seeking enlightenment, check out TruthorFiction.com and BreakTheChain.org.

Don't ask me, though, for proof that whatever they dispute is really proof or if these sites are yanking my chain the other way. Their disputes and verification are pretty straightforward, and at the very least you can say that you don't get suckered easily into believing that Elvis is alive and well in Mt. Banahaw.

For some reason, a lot of people I have high esteem for do believe that vitamin C and shrimp are a lethal combination.

as promised...

Ok folks, need your blind date referral skills here. Make it casual. No long-term expecations here.

Status: Annulment in the works.
Age: 29
Height: 5'5"
Weight: I work out. Religiously.
Religion: Roman Catholic. I go to church every Sunday.
Occupation: I get paid big bucks so you don't have to buy me fancy stuff.
Educational attainment: Master's degree candidate. (thesis defense pending)
What guys like about me: I'm low-maintenance.
What they don't like: "Hell hath no fury than a woman scorned." - 'Nuff said.
Friendster search: Lg Mamaril

notice to the public

I'm single!!! Again!!!

Wahoo!

Stats and other info to be posted later.

ahem...i knew i had it in me

I'm from Slytherin!

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