For the nosy, pervy, and just plain curious.

Posted on: November 26, 2008
Filed under: Life | Comments (10)

Or, the one where you guys have the opportunity to ask me whatever you want 1.

Though it’s been a few months since I’ve returned to blogging, I still feel as if I haven’t really done enough to allow my readers to know about me and who I am, apart from my two or three really personal posts I’ve written. And since, you know, this is kind of a personal blog, it would kind of be a good thing if I got a bit more, uh, personal.

So, in an effort to let you guys get an even deeper glimpse into my awesomepie (:P) personality, I’m opening myself up to your questions.

Whether you want to know what I had for breakfast today 2, what I would do to Jensen Ackles if I ever got him alone 3, or something a bit more serious, you are more than welcome to leave a comment and ask them. No question will be considered too crude, too lame, or too nosy, and every question will be answered.

I’ll write up a separate post tomorrow (or the next day, depending on how much I get massacred at work), where I’ll answer all the questions asked.

So, yes. Ask away :) .

  1. Shamelessly copied from Amanda, of course :P. ↩
  2. Carrot muffin…hmm…muffin… ↩
  3. Dear god. Chocolates and any possible horizontal surface, please. Let’s just say, there will be no end to my depravity. No end. ↩

 

 

Make up your mind, please.

Posted on: November 24, 2008
Filed under: Emotastic | Comments (9)

The hardest part about having Asian parents? You can never win. Ever. It’s either you’re doing too much or too little; or trying too hard or not hard enough. Case in point:

I: Why are you eating too much? You’re getting too fat - stop eating.
II: Why aren’t you eating your food? Don’t you know you’re wasting money?

I: You need to stop relying on student loans to get you through school. Be more responsible!
II: You need to cut back on your hours at work. You should be focusing more on school.

I: Stop dressing so casually. You look like a katulong 1.
II: Ay! Why are you dressed like that? You look like a hooker.

I: Why did you only get 80%? Didn’t you study enough?
II: Why did you get 95%? What happened to the other 5%?

Akjdflksldfdsf.

I love my parents - I really do. But sometimes, I can’t help but be glad that I live four hours away from them. My bank account may not agree with me on that decision sometimes, but dear god, at least my sanity can remain a bit more intact.

  1. Maid, in Tagalog. ↩

 

 

The perfect boyfriend…

Posted on: November 22, 2008
Filed under: Ramblings | Comments (13)

…is someone who:

  • cooks, so I won’t have to. I’d like move past macaroni and cheese for my adult life, thank you.
  • cleans, so I can lounge around on a Saturday morning, instead of vaccuuming and doing the washing.
  • drives a ‘67 Impala, because clearly, real men only drive Metallicars.
  • has a huge coc…oa bean knowledge. Ahem. Because, umm, I like coffee. And stuff.
  • says, “As you wish,” when I tell him to polish my horse’s saddle bring me some water.
  • sings like Michael Buble, and writes pages upon pages of song lyrics that all describes my awesomeness.
  • is Jensen Ackles.

(Oh, and by “perfect boyfriend”, I really meant “perfect harem-boy” :P).

 

 

 

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