Rip Van Winkle

I'm trying to be happy. Pregnant women should be happy, but I am effing miserable. I hate being sleepy ALL THE TIME - and I mean, 24/7. I wake up after 8 hours of sleep and I'd be nodding my head off immediately. And all I can think about is going back to bed and sleeping again. I can manage 2 hours of alertness and I'd be dreaming of bed...bed...bed again.

I can't eat anything. Everything tastes like saw dust.

Oh no, I'm not happy about this.

I'm crossing my fingers though for a baby boy who looks like Erbe. :) Since, we already have a little mini-me. I'd want a little-Erbe this time.

Oh well, back to work.

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The Sequel

And I finally took the test.

it came out -

and then just to make sure -

so, need i say anything more? 
yes, congratulations are in order. ☺

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Up and Down

I love this bridge and the view on top. This is what I see at 5 o'clock in the morning.
It's fun going up and down.. up and down.. with headphones stuck in your ears.
You can sing as loudly as you want to and nobody will hear you. Well, aside from the other joggers who will only find you amusing. ☺

 

  

 

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Mayong Title

Okay, I have been wanting to get pregnant. It's not in the plan. It's a bad idea at this time, but I have been wanting to get pregnant AGAIN. Now, I wonder if I am, but I haven't checked. This has happened before and it always turned out to be negative, so I refuse to go through that again. 

I figure if I am pregnant, I'll know when something starts kicking inside of me. That's that. Yes, I can be very stubborn about this. I highly doubt if I am though. After all, need I remind you there is seriously wrong with my effing reproductive system? All fine and dandy, just suits my freaking age.

I've been told in two year's time, I'll be in an advanced maternal age. I'm sorry for sounding like an ungrateful bitch. Okay, I take it all back.

Anyway, I have been wanting to blog again. It's a good thing. My blog has been waiting for me for a couple of months. I have also been itching to paint, draw and sketch which I haven't done for a long time. I've been wanting to create a portrait of Paige. I'll get right onto to it when I have the time. It sucks to have an "artist" for a husband though. You tend to become a bit competitive. He has been missing painting and drawing as well.

I also miss writing in my journal. Blogging is not as powerful as writing in one's journal. It doesn't heal as much as the latter does. It doesn't give you much room for complete honesty.

Yesterday, I found myself nagging Erbe again. You see, I have always wanted to go to a beer house. I have always wanted to dress up a man and swagger my way in. I can pass for a guy as long as I perfect my swagger and leers, right? I have the height for it.

I have a specific beer house in mind. I want to go into the seediest beer house, complete with gyrating STD-infected naked women. Yes, that's what I have always wanted to see. I want to see what it's like in there.

I have weird curiosities. For instance, I have never thought of myself as gay. Oh, no, it's all Brad Pitt for me. But I am curious about two things:

1. How do breasts feel like to touch?

2. How does it feel to kiss a girl?

Erbe said, "But you have breasts!" Oh yeah, I have 'em. They're not hard to notice, but they're my appendages. They are like my arms and legs. They have been there for more than half of my life that I don't regard them as breasts. They're just body parts.

What's the big deal about breasts, right? Your mother has them. Your grandmother has them. What's the big deal about these things?

And then there's the kiss. Have you seen Cruel Intentions? Now, that was some kiss, right?

Oh, well, I'd better get back to work now. I still have several articles to write.

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Continuous Ramblings

efore anything else, I'd like to welcome Tinay to blogspot. Thank you for choosing Blogspot over Jinx' Wordpress. ☺

I have no interest in blogging these days, but since I have flooded Facebook and Twitter with my thoughts, I decided that the best way to continue "talking" is through my blog. Nobody would dare to complain.

Okay, what's up with me?

I have been asked if I am planning to go overseas. The answer is yes. Plans to take the bar exam are in the back burner for now. I won't go into details, but abroad is in the works. Our plans for this year are all geared toward that happening.

Now, what else? I have been suffering various health issues. No, do not rejoice yet. I still plan to live for the next 50 years or so. At least, that awful thigh rash has healed already. I suffered the damn thing for one month. The dermatologist said it was a swimmer's itch. Go figured it appeared after we went to Hydro. 

 

I have other health issues as well. For instance, I need to get a mammogram. Sussette said I may only be suffering from fibrocystic breast condition, but it's better to get examined. I'm sorry if that's information overload, but I'm not finish yet. I also have problems with my ovaries. Effing ovaries. But that's not something I'd like to regale you with.

Now, enough about that... 

I've been called "feisty". I don't know if I should be flattered or insulted. I just know that I have a lousy temper. The other day, I ended up quarreling with Union Bank's security guard and later on, Paige's hairdresser. 

 

She was busy hacking Paige's hair while I was busily pointing at her awful hatchet job. No, I wasn't at all nice. I am not nice. And I blame my ovaries for my horrible temper. I blame my uterus as well. The next time, I turn bitchy on you, blame my uterus. Fucking uterus. 

I've learned how to put musical notes on my FB or Twitter posts. I am addicted to doing it. ♫♪♫♪ Press ALT+14 or ALT+13. Enjoy!

I am still amazed at how Paige has grown. I'd hear her laugh and I'd listened in sheer amazement. It amazes me that she came from me. I don't think I'll ever get over it.

I have seen several movies this month, but the best one I've seen is the Blind Side. You should go and download it NOW.

I am voting for Noynoy. You can call me whatever you want to call me - but I will vote for him. I don't give a flying leap about what you think about that. If you have a problem with that - well, you know who - or rather what to blame - riiiiight! my uterus. 

Erbe and I have taken up walking at 4 am.  The sights are not at all pleasing.. some are sad.

I think I'll go to sleep now. Meanwhile, I'd share this song. I'm loving this song. I think it's from Kill Bill. It's Shivaree's Goodnight Moon.

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