It is Love.

Tweeting really is fun for me. Basically because of the interaction.

Not really much interaction this afternoon, but as I was scrolling through the news feed, somebody tweeted: "My tree is finally up! Most wonderful time of the year!"

And me, being hooked on Christmas trees lately, checked out the picture. And something else caught my eye. =D

Take a look at his shelf:

photo courtesy of @gabvalenciano

Yes, it is love. =D

Bamboo.

I'd like to say that I take back not enjoying microblogging but I think that's just wrong and so not me. Just look over on the right side of the screen and see the Twitter box I placed and you be the judge. *Tee-hee*

It's one of those lazy Saturdays again and I am home doing nothing but lurk the internet. I am kind of caught between hooking up the PS2 on the new tv mother bought just so I can work out and shed off a few pounds I am quickly gaining lately or just continue lurking on the now getting boring internet.

I know, I'm not a ray of sunshine right now. Because I am bored.

I do not want to go out for the very obvious reason that gift giving season is just around the corner and I have to save up for this present I want to give myself this year. Really, I spent an hour yesterday at the mall looking for it. The problem is, it only comes in red. They're out of purple. Boo.

And of course, payday is on Monday. My funds are limited as of today, as I paid some bills in the past week. Soooo. I have decided, and I am being firm with it, that I will be spending more days in the house just so I won't touch my imaginary savings.

And while we're at it, I will be spending time looking for my old cd of Bamboo. The one with Masaya in it.

I'll write again after finding it. ;-)

Freshly Squeezed.

Yes, as the title implies, this is fresh and right out of the mind.


But it will also be a very short one (compared to my usual looong rants) because I only gave myself this much time to write about everything running on my mind.

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As much as I hate to admit it, I am declaring Diana Glover's Thinking Over a part of my life soundtrack. Yes, the one from Raising Helen. And the one with the very cheesy line "Father, which way should I go? I cannot clearly see, oh, I love him so, But only you know if he'll be the one for me."

Even if I don't apply it romantically, I still need to think over a lot of things I am doing in life.

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I am quite shocked with how these credit card people in Shopwise never fails to offer me a credit card at least once a week in the supermarket. They give me the creeps the same way real estate freaks and insurance ghouls do. At some point, it is flattering to be thought of by these people as somebody bankable but seriously, they just freak and creep me out. Like I would just give out personal information just to see if I really qualify for any of those offers.

And on the other hand, I really don't want to be slapped in the face that I couldn't meet their qualifications for their credit card. (It's a bank with really, really, really over the top requirements.)

I'm fine paying with cash, by the way.

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Friends? I'm cool. I have a few. But each and every single one of that little number of friends I have care about me. Really.

And then I also realized that I have friends: who would go straight to our fridge and just drink our water; who would wait for two hours in the mall just to have dinner with me; who would drive up to my house at 3 in the morning just to give me a pasalubong.

Am I blessed or not?

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A baby boy just gave me a big sloppy kiss. =")