Ruth is a full-time writer. Foodie. Happy camper. Wanders a lot. Used to have the worst taste in men. A reformed swipe-a-holic. Reviving her blog after its death.
Wednesday, October 23, 2002
I have 53 unread messages on my email... 12 of them are spam... 5 of them asking if I'm married and want to play around... half of what remained are forwarded messages... the remaining half are messages from my email group friends... shet...
nobody wrote to me...
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bumili ng dalawang hito ang naynay ko kahapon.. Alas 3 ng umaga tumalon talon sila... Nakawala sa baldeng kinalalagyan nila... Ako lang ang gising... Nag-isip ako sandali kung ano ang aking gagawin:
1)Gisingin ko ang nanay ko at ang katulong namin
2) Lagyan ng rock salt ang ulo nila para mamatay sila... pero shet di pede... kelangang lutuin agad ang mga hito pagkatapos mamatay
3) Ako na lang ang magbalik sa timba...
Pinili ko ang number 3... Kumuha ako ng pangsipit at inipit ko siya sa ulo niya... Nagwala siya at nagsisisigaw ako... Para kasi siyang malaking uod na nagwawala...Nagising ang lahat ng tao... And there goes the effort of not waking my mom.
A few hours later, those pesky catfish were on my plate for breakfast... It's amazing how an ugly and slimy fish like that could taste so sweet and delicious...
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Query words of sex, UAAP, and gay stories usually leads to my site... That's fine... I've accepted that fact...
Pero this is weird... even for me:
pictures+of+me+having+sex+with+myself
I love photography. But I'm not that crazy about it...
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i lost my phone... i felt a little guilt... just a little...
Me: Tay, nawala ko ang fone ko sa birthday ni Pam (Dad, I lost my phone on Pam's birthday)
Tatay: Ha, tanga kasi ang telephone mo eh (Your phone is stupid)
Me: Ewan ko. Basta, gamit ko ngayon phone ni mama. (I'm using mama's phone)
Tatay: Diyan ka na lang bumili ng bago. Mahal phones dito sa america. Gusto mo motorola? (Phones are expensive here in America. Do you want a motorola?)
Me: hindi okey lang. Wag na lang. Masama lang ang loob ko. (No, it's ok. I just feel bad)
Tatay: Sige na, may tag te-ten thou naman diyan diba? Yun na lang... (Phones worth ten thou are available there right?)
Me: Ten thousand? Me...ron..
My mom grabbed the phone from my hand.
Mom: Hindi... May usong phone ngayon yung may TV. Merong ganun ang kapitbahay natin.
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This is something new. My tatay and I discussed state-of-affairs of the country. We talked about the bombings, snipers in USA, the Philippine economy, FPJ as the president of the country, Roco as a good candidate, taxation in Germany versus taxation in the Philippines, and what my tax will cost if I ever get a job.
Before he hang up... asked me to do something for him... Asked me to write a letter for him. If he's satisfied with what I wrote, he'll give me money for my new phone! yipeee!
I love intellectual conversations with my Taytay.
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It's a bad idea to hang around in the mall these days... Not because of the bombings or the traffic or the lack of parking space...
Bad idea because... siyet! Red Tags are everywhere!
I'm salivating over a black bag, a backpack, and a purse.
Photo albums are on sale. 50% off again! Must buy at least two...
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She's the reason why I'm eager to get out of my bed every morning...
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