Archive for February, 2011

February 13, 2011

Hi, my age is – what?

For some people, age is EVERYTHING.

They tell others a different number whenever asked about their age. But me, I often just say it out loud.

Sure, sometimes I wail about how fast time flies and that my brother is now 20 going 21, when I was just helping him out figure out girls when he was 16.

Then there’s the matter of my children.

My daughter is 5.

My son is turning 4 in two days.

I am 26.

See? I just told you my age. ;))

But the funny thing is that when I tell people that I am married with two kids at 26, they would not believe me. I guess my age does not show in the way I look! Lucky me! I still get shocked reactions or gaped mouths in disbelief whenever I do tell them the truth. Some think I am pulling their legs, but no. I am proud of who I am and what I have done even at my young age.

Besides, age is but a number. What matters most is the life you’ve lived in those numbers.

February 13, 2011

Super intelligent or extremely good looking?

The daily question that I missed yesterday asked about whether or not I would rather be super intelligent or extremely good looking.

This question is easy.

I would choose to be super intelligent.



a) If I was super intelligent, I could easily find a way to make myself look good.
b) I may not be extremely good looking, but I think I am just about right! LOL
c) I don’t know, brains just trumps beauty for me. What can you do in life if you are extremely good looking?
d) I can rule the world if I was super intelligent. If I was extremely good looking, what would I do? Sit there and just look pretty?

Oh well, toldya. Easy peasy.



February 12, 2011


I love words.

I think that is obvious especially if you know me personally. Why so? Well, for starters, I write, write, write. Then I read, read, read. But I guess most of all I am quite chatty.

But if I were to choose my favorite word, it would be,


because of Mary Poppins, and it is perhaps the first really long word that I learned back when I was just beginning to make friends with words, music, and songs.

Taken from Urban Dictionary


It took me a couple of years before I ran into the word, if it is a word anyway, which is “buruguduystunstugudunstuy”. This was back in high school where it was used as an album title or something.

My least favorite word, on the other hand would perhaps be … well, I cannot think of any word that I detest. Perhaps I do have one, but seeing that it is already 12:13 in the morning, I am already quite sleepy.

Aaaand.. I guess that is my cue. I shall go snooze now. My brain is killing me.


February 8, 2011

A teacher doesnt always have to be a Teacher

I do not want to talk about the worst teacher I ever had.

If we are talking about a teacher who has earned a degree in teaching who I have deemed as the worst in my experience, then perhaps there have been a few. No names, just… things or quirks about teachers that are a bit humorous, bordering at annoying, but not exactly to the point of being the worst. After all, we are all teachers in our own right, especially when we try to teach somebody how to do things. Ergo, we are still teachers. So I refuse to bash. ;]

I do, have a number of teachers who have their quirks that make them standout. If you allow me, I shalll point out these eccentricities and mannerisms that make my teachers my own.

  • Teacher A writes on the whyte board from one side to another of a whole room. All she does is write, write, and write. In the end, we copy, copy, copy. Basically, that is all that I did throughout the semester. COPY.
  • Teacher B says “so… ah”  a lot, lot, lot! My friends and I soon did what all students do when they have teachers like these: We counted the number of “so..ah” in a session. Yay!
  • Teacher C says there is a 15 minute chance for us to come to class without being late. BUT she closes the classroom door 10 minutes before the time! I guess she doesn’t want any students then?
  • Teacher D has a nice round bum. She points it out to all of us on a regular basis. LOL
  • Teacher E gives exams that have essays at the back. ONLY you have to make sure that your essays are composed of paragraphs in the book memorized word-for-every-painful-word.
  • Teacher F loves to climb up the desk and actively demonstrates the difference of gravity and free falling objects. As well as centripetal force. I just love physics!
  • Teacher G makes us cook and sew. All the time she just listens to the radio.

Okay, it isn’t really that bad. I think I turned out okay despite all the wackiness I experienced at school.

You are not allowed to bash my teachers because my teachers are wonderful despite their moments.

This is not a post to bash teachers, rather to see them as human beings despite being taught that they are monkey- or child-eating bionic humans.

At the end of my scholastic years, I still tear up whenever I hear “To Sir, With Love” by Lulu. I guess this is what you get if your grandmother’s a teacher, your grandfather’s a teacher, and you grew up with them!

*Yet another entry for DailyPost.*

February 7, 2011

Death by Internet deprivation

Lee plopped in front of her aging computer and plugged it in. The plastic chair she was sitting on was bound to give away, but she really did not care. She had a lot to do, and a lot of brainstorming to tackle, and somehow, she just could not put her thoughts in order. This seemed to be the reason why she had frequent headaches – or it could be something else entirely.

It took a while for her computer to boot up, but there was nothing she could do but wait. She had given up pretty much everything else that she owned just in order to put food on the table. Her phone was now gone, some of her bags, some clothes, some jewelry. GONE. Just so she could purchase some groceries enough to tide them over for one or two days.

Somebody suggested that she should give up her computer. “Sell it for parts,” her friend said. But no, she could not.

Her friend made a good argument about how the computer was an added expense, plus there’s the Internet that she had to deal with. More expenses, expenses, expenses! So the least that she could do to alleviate her expenses was get rid of her computer, and have her Internet connection cut off. After it, it was barely even there.

But, NO.

Lee stared at the computer screen, her mind a whirl. What to do now? It seemed that the only thing she could manage to think of at the moment is to find other means of surviving. Writing always helps, and for lack of anything to do she logged onto her blog and typed away:

Feb 7, 2011
Currently feeling: SCREWED

Title: Will write for food
Writing is something I love to do. Battling writer’s block is something I loathe but something that I have to do.

Currently, I am running out of options, and I have resorted to selling my goods, stuff, and services. All this in the name of food, warmth, and the occassional need for Twin Popsies.

Mmm… Twin Popsies sounds divine, don’t you agree? It is cheap but it definitely quick to make me feel loved and blissful.

On to other ideas, I cannot possibly part with my Internet connection and my beat up excuse of a computer. This has possibilities, I see, something that I should make the most of and not just use to check Facebook or blog. I should really make use of everything that I have especially during these dire instances.

I’ve done it before.

I can do it again.

So help me.

For now, I know that I am definitely SCREWED. But while I breathe, I hope.



Clicking the “Publish” button, Lee sat back and thought hard. Losing the Internet connection and the computer with be the death of her.

There is just so many things that she could do online, but right now, she did not know where to start. Without her computer, without Internet connection, she would probably die.

She could see the headlines now, WOMAN DIES AFTER INTERNET DISCONNECTION. Perfect.

Logging onto Facebook, Lee posted, “WILL WRITE FOR FOOD AND TWIN POPSIES.”

And almost instantly, Rick “Liked” the status, and Lee smiled. She would definitely make it through another day.

*Yet another entry to DailyPost. I am lagging behind!! !#@$%!%!@#$!@#*

February 6, 2011

Hacked? No? Yes?

I cannot access my email address.

I have been trying for two days now!

At first I thought it was just my Internet making me want to sit in a corner and weep. But no, my trusty email could not be opened.

Password invalid!

I have gotten in touch with the powerful people of the email world, and I just hope they can sort this out. I have a LOT of extremely important email addresses over at that email add, and I cannot really remember all of them.

I know I should be angrier, but there is really nothing more I can do but pray it goes well.

For now, I shall go and sit in a corner and nurse my toothache. It is killing me!

February 6, 2011

Weekly Photo Challenge: Boundaries


I know, I know, I have been absent for a few days, missing all these posts that I have to make. I know.

I was busy, as I mentioned previously that I was out of town and the Internet connection was just horrible that I thought maybe I should just take a break from all my posting – especially the daily ones. The DailyPost has been trying their best, but hey, you cannot win them all, eh?

This week they started the Weekly Photo Challenge, and with that in mind, I checked my recently taken photos during my trip, and I found one that just might suit the theme.


Boundaries has many concepts or interpretations. For some, it could be the distance between two islands that set up boundaries. For some, it could be language barriers. There are also those that have physical barriers, like prison bars, bedroom walls, building walls, or maybe as clear as glass.

My photo depicts the last boundary, which is clear glass. To be specific, there is a barrier between myself and the scrumptious dessert on the display case at Nothing But Desserts in Smallville, Iloilo City:

Mmm.. scrumptious, delicious, heavenly, divine, and totally not good for me!

BUT, I managed to cross that boundary and insisted on buying one even if it was not within my budget. What can I say? Desserts will be the death of me!

In a way, this would be my 52 week challenge for the year to post pictures! Yay me!