In 17 days, I’ll be 37 years old. Yes, the clock is ticking. I wonder when I will get pregnant. Assisted reproductive technology is out of the question. Even natural conception. I mean, we just babydance whenever we feel like it. And most of the time, we BD when I’m not fertile. Some kind of baby dancing huh?
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It’s almost 5 am here and I find myself very, very pissed off with my DP (dear partner). No, I’m lying. I’m actually pissed off with him and his mother. Oh my! Her mother is diagnosed with colon cancer and here I am, a very, very bad in-law (to be).
You see, DP is off to work early in the morning for a taping (have I told you he works for TV also?) I barely slept last night only to wake up an hour or so before his wake up time to prepare the usual stuff: his early morning breakfast, warm bath and the likes. Then his mother called.
Our landline has a caller ID so I know it’s her. I felt this pang of jealousy because her call meant that she’s waking up her son. My goodness! I just detest his mother doing her “motherly” stuff. I mean, her son is living with me. Let me do my stuff! And hello, her son is already 35 years old! Let him grow! He’s already living with me so it’s about time she let go. I’m already here! Plus, it was 3am when she called, she’s sick so she should just take a rest right?
This is the problem with Filipino mothers, if you call this a problem. But I think it is. Filipino women, particularly mothers, are known as hands-on, they rule the households albeit indirectly and very loving BUT TO A FAULT. Even if their sons are already in their 30s, Filipino men remain MAMA’S BOYS. I mean, it’s one thing to be a mother but how can you make your son grow up if you keep on treating them as if they’re 10 year olds? Don’t they know when to back off? And you know what? She called again to check if her son is all set. Oh my…AM I BAD? AM I BITCHY?
I’ve been going out with DP for a decade. Having witnessed his mother’s “loving nature,” I told myself, if and when I get to have a son of my own, I will definitely let him grow up and will back off when he finds himself his own girlfriend, partner or wife. I know some of you might not agree with me but heck, experience is the best teacher right?
I just got this from a friend, a forwarded e-mail. This is too funny not to pass on. Go on, read and laugh.
The Day the Penis asked for a Raise
I, the Penis, hereby request a raise in salary for the following reasons:
I do physical labor.
I work at great depths.
I plunge headfirst into everything I do.
I do not get weekends or public holidays off.
I work in a damp environment.
I work in a dark workplace that has poor ventilation.
I work in high temperatures.
My work exposes me to contagious diseases.
After assessing your request, and considering the arguments you have raised, the administration rejects your request for the following reasons:
You do not work 8 hours straight.
You fall asleep after brief work periods.
You do not always follow the orders of the management team.
You do not stay in your designated area and are often seen visiting other locations.
You do not take initiative – you need to be pressured and stimulated in order to start working.
You leave the workplace rather messy at the end of your shift.
You don’t always observe necessary safety regulations, such as wearing the correct protective clothing.
You will retire well before you are 65.
You are unable to work double shifts.
You sometimes leave your designated work area before you have completed the assigned task..
And if that were not all, you have been seen constantly entering and exiting the workplace carrying two suspicious-looking bags.
God has amazing things in store for me. Stars do not struggle to shine; rivers do not struggle to flow, and I will never struggle to excel in life, because I deserve the best. I will hold on to my dreams and all shall be well with me.
My goodness! In 4 months time, I’ll be 37! I’m one person who doesn’t deny her real age. What I’m just worried about is this biological clock that keeps ticking. TTC has taken a back seat and we know for a fact that for every year added to our age, fertility success rate lessens. *sigh*
How are you my dear friends? I’m so sorry I haven’t had the “itch” to write nor read your posts. I’ve lost the enthusiasm. I’ve become indifferent. And then I (re)discovered Facebook. Oh yes, I’ve become addicted to this site playing Fashion Wars, Sorority Life and collecting virtual eggs at Hatchlings. Since Anna is my only blog friend with Facebook account, she knew what I was going through.
The good thing is…I’m back.
Happy holidays everyone! Glad to read your posts/ blogs and I feel fortunate to meet you here at wordpress. God bless and cheers!
I’m sick and tired…December is such a busy month!
I have cough and cold…maybe because of the stress that comes with organizing office parties (this task by the way is under my JD: other tasks that maybe assigned).
I’m on sick leave…mild asthma attack, maybe due to inhaling a lot of second-hand smoke during parties. I don’t normally use my inhaler but this time, it comes in handy.
I’m sad…AF spotting has started to show.
I’m hurt…because DP and I are not ok. We’re not talking at all. Even if he makes advances, I shoo him away.
I give up…maybe 10 years of being together is not enough to make this relationship work.