I am a mother but not a nanay

Fact:

I am married.

and yes, I am on the hefty side these days.

But darn it, you don't call me "nay!"

Geeze!

The trike driver called me that twice this morning while going to my review class.

I restrained myself from clubbing him on the head.

Nay!

Do I look like I'm practically menopausal?!

*snort

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Madam President, do you cry?

Your a mother.

Do you cry for all those mothers who lost their child these last years, all because of political killings?

When you learn that another husband has been lost to another wife, do you feel her pain at all?

Do you feel anything at all, I wonder.

Or have you been blinded with the sheer lust for power that the plight of those people is nothing to you?

Do you cry in the middle of the night when things seem tough?

How do you bear all the things that they said you have done?

All the killings.

the cheating.

the scheming.

the lying.

Sometimes, I wonder where in you
is the woman?
the mother?
the wife?

I really wonder if you still do cry.

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ATBP

My sister has gone to London to look at the Queen.

Well, she's gone.

I really thought it was fine, but its harder when you are studying in her room.

Geeze.

So, for some hours I gave in and bawled.

Anyways, I'm going through the Bar Review.

It's fine.

Exhausting.

Really exhausting.

I love the reviewers though.

So, I will probably go on Blog Leave.

I will also resign from my job.

Anyways, let me share these pics of my little girl and her aunt, Osel.

She's the one on the right.

Sassy Girl.

Here, she' s the one having her bottom poked.

Anyways, I just love the pics. gotta share it.

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Mula sa Aking Puso

Happy birthday to

Lala. April 18. Today. She's in Maryland, playing physical therapist.

Bessie. April 20. She's in New Zealand. Getting older and older without a boyfriend. Bes, get a boyfriend before you turn 50. Habang ang uterus and ovaries mo capable pa of following God's command" "Go forth and multiply." Fact is bes, when you turn 30, your uterus and ovaries would have wrinkles na. hehe








Rarye. April 30. He's in North Pole with Santa Claus.This picture was taken in South Africa when he went there to interview Mandela. *Snort. Yeah sure.

I love you guys.
And I'm missing you whole lot.
Happy Birthday.

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Sometimes, I am ashamed of my countrymen

I apologize.

I apologize to Julia Campbell and her family.
I am deeply ashamed.
She didn't deserve what happened to her.
It angers me.
The sheer atrocity!

To kill a person who has been doing nothing but help out this forsaken country.

Julia was a funny, intelligent, beautiful, and kind-hearted human being.
You can read her blog and you'd know how truly wonderful she was. Her blog is worth reading. It speaks so much of how truly it is like here in the Philippines.
She spent two years helping out Filipinos and suffering stomach worms (that she even named her worm - Fred).
She really didn't deserve what happened to her
I'm so ashamed.
And I'm truly sorry.

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Mama's scare

We are sleeping Jap style.

My daughter fell off the bed and struck her head on the floor.

For months now since she started to crawl and stand up, we were always afraid she'd fell off the bed and then she did.

Really scared the hell out of me.

Lucky for her, she wasn't hurt.

But, we decided to remove the bed and sleep on the floor.

There.

Now, I can sleep peacefully.

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The Malakar

Seriously.

Why?! Really. Why?!

Why is he still there???

He is irritating me and I am not even in the same freakin' country he is in!

Admittedly though, after I read an entry on celebritysmack about his life story, I was a little bit sympathetic.

But not THAT sympathetic.

I just don't understand. It's Bull. Really it is.

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Unsolicited Advice

My advice to bloggers: Do not write lengthy entries with miniscule fonts.

Nobody cares to read them and I mean Nobody. Unless, its your stalker.

I was surfing through personal blogs on MyBlogLog and that's what I noticed. There are some who thinks that people would read entries that could go on forever. Geeze. Just check this one out.

But if you think I am wrong and you did spend some minutes or so reading the whole entry, well, I stand corrected.

I was also going through Friendster's blogs and I came up with an entry which was purely about how "hurt" she was that she lost her cell phone. Seriously! People are not eating in this country.

Jesus H. Christ! Get over it!

So again, Keep it short and sweet. Please.

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Is this inappropriate?

I received this email from blog explosion.

Sorry your blog has been denied at BlogExplosion as we have deemed the content on your blog as content that is not appropriate for other members.

Sincerly,

BlogExplosion Team

Seriously, I do not see how my blog's content be considered inappropriate.

Seriously!

Fuck.

Well... I always do apologize for my blasphemies, don't I?

:)

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"Please, Nanny McPhee."

Well, I don't know about you but I sure hell love this movie. No, it's not something that would inspire you to write a Nobel Prize winner book or a Pulitzer prize winner one, but it's one damn fine entertaining movie.

It amuses you, entertains you and in the end it makes you want to go "awwww..." (although I admit it's a little cheezy in the end)

Yes, it certainly has flaws; but what would you expect from a movie about magic.

But I certainly recommend it. It certainly is worth watching than American Idol Sanjaya Malakar's painful performances.

And hey, the critics agree with me.

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rambling about boils and promotions

I got promoted to "fast editing" position. I'm paid a much higher rate.

The thing is, I don't like to be promoted.

I want to stay in my comfort zone, where I live the editing to my editor, Mike.

Damn.

Nothing interesting to say.

I have a huge boil on my freakin' ass. Seriously!

This is an information overload, but I just don't give a damn.

It hurts like hell.

And I have a huge huge migraine right now.

So basically I'm the house grouch. People avoid me because I go around the house whining and complaining about my freakin' ass. I'm a big whiner. I irritate people and when I hurt I turn into a total bitch. No gracious lady/mother for me.

Anyways, forgive my series of blasphemy and Check out these interesting posts:

What men should know before their 10th year wedding anniversary -

inthepursuitofgod

Some damn good songs to listen to when you need "a pick me up" -

inthepursuitofgod

Galas giving fathers give Chastity belts to their daughters and promises fidelity to mother --

hubands view

Heck, you would want him for your husband as well -

short and sweet

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Can You Give Me the Answer?

I don't want to blog about this...

Really, I don't.

But I was surfing through the TV channels earlier (no matter how pathetic the number of channels we have), and I happened to take a moment and watch this show in GMA with Dennis Trillo as one of the lead characters...

It struck me how noticeable and distracting his facial tick has become.

He has a facial tick.

I wonder why.
My sister said it's probably bell's palsy...

I was so curious that I searched through Google; but alas, Google failed me.
No answer.
Anybody knows why???

Well, you're wondering who the hell is Dennis Trillo? -

Wikipedia on Dennis Trillo

Anyways, check out this stuffs:
Gloria ang dwende ng Palasayo political jokes -

cyber istambayan

Did you know that Thailand has no YouTube? -

multimedia news

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Skeletons in the Closet

It's all about people's secrets -- the silliest, biggest, scariest, stupidest.
We all have our own secrets. Something we did. we desire. we think about.
It can be a love your still thinking about each day. Or loving your bestfriend's wife. Or masturbating almost 20 times a day! It doesn't matter. We all have that.

This blog allows people to scream their secrets.
I think it also helps people feel that they are not alone.
That they are worthy.
That they are loved and still love.

As for me, I am addict to this blog. The posts only changed on Sundays, but I would wait each week to read a new batch of secrets.

It is fascinating as well as humanizing. It also makes me feel better about my own secrets that I can't still reveal.

Check it out -- www.postsecret.blogspot.com

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Bubba-Gump Restaurant

Chino Yray left a comment on my post on Forrest Gump and his comment about the possibility of Forrest Gump actually owning the bubba-Gump restaurant led me to research on it.

Surprise! Surprise! There really is a Bubba-Gump resto.

But no Chino, the resto's name is inspired by the movie. No real Forrest Gump actually existed and created the resto in memorry of Bubba and his million shrimp recipes. : )

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Explaining it to Billy Warhol

I AIM TO DO WHAT IS IMPOSSIBLE simply means, "Hell yeah, I am really stupid."

For a woman who was able to go through law school unscathed, I could be the dumbest ever.

Truth is the title of my blog was coined after I burnt my armpits while I was ironing.

And it was the armpit of my right hand holding the iron.

So, if I am not really stupid its ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE to distort my arm to burn my freakin' armpits.

Yeah, trust me it is.

So, I'm sorry to disappoint you if you had fancy notions about how I got the title of my blog.

But, well yeah, I'm all up to wishing that the impossible could happen -- peace on earth. high peso value. super duper multiple orgasms. :)

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Jesus Died

and my penance?

I work, restlessly pounding on my keyboard like there is no tomorrow.
Supposedly, the whole freakin' country is on vacation.(I dont understand that. Jesus died, so yeah, let's hit the beach, don on our bikinis and have lots of fun.
That's stupid.) but well, as I was saying, I am working.
It really sucks.

The whole city is closed. No shopping malls. Just some restos offering all meaty delicacies, which are forbidden right now.

I have just finished a dozen files and now I am starting on another batch due tomorrow.

I am a content writer by the way.
I write all sorts of articles for companies websites. I have done all sorts of articles -- poker, vacation spots, offshore banking, shipping, name it.
It's actually fun just to stay at home and pound on your keyboard.

But hell, I gotta take the bar exam soon and pass it so I could be a lawyer, screw people, put some behind bars, and have the time to hit the beach while Jesus dies as well.

Letter to Jesus

Dear Jesus,

I am a horrible woman. Forgive my blasphemy and forgive those dancing in Boracay right now while you are suffering on the cross.

Amen.

Love,
An extremely exhausted woman from a Third World Country

*sigh

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Run Forrest Run!

I love this movie. I just love it.
I don't know how many times I have seen it, but everytime it is on, I never fail to watch it.
I practically have memorized the freakin' dialogues.
No, the story will not win any Nobel Prize, but I couldn't care less.
I just LOVE it. Period.

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Facts I learned about Jose Rizal

It's actually interesting..

I have forgotten the stories that Settie once told me about Rizal, his sex life and his women...

Anyways, I learned:

1. Rizal's father was a womanizer who slept with their help. Well, that's what Zeke of PBB2 claims. He's the descendant of Rizal's father. Bastard grandson. The picture is Francisco Mercado -- Rizal's sexually busy father.

Geeze. Imagine that. When I was in grade school, I had this wholesome image in my mind of Rizal's father and to think he was screwing the help when Rizal's mama was aslept!

2. Rizal was actually never married to Josephine Bracken. They were shacking up together! Why the hell didn't Madam who-ever told us that when we were in Grade school rather than painting some cozy picture.

3. There is some doubt about whether Rizal's son/daughter to Josephine Bracken actually lived. Was it really miscarriaged? Why is there no actual documentation where it was buried by Rizal when there are documentations of almost everything about his life on his diaries?

4. Rizal's family loathed J.B.

5. Lastly, RIZAL IS NOT HITLER'S FATHER!!!

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