Boy, I Like It When You _____ My ___

What's with the title?

Be creative. Feel free to fill in the blanks, my friends.

Boy, I like it when you:

massage my feet
kiss my lips
paint my nails
pay my bills. *wink wink*

And the list goes on...

But the reason actually is... Wait, the question is, am I allowed to mention it here? Because everyone seems to tell me it’s a taboo here in the blogosphere. It’s like one of the major commandments --- Thou shall not say “____ my ___”.

Oh well. What the heck, this is my page. So here it goes.

I was reading the “love notes” at my chatbox and well, I couldn’t help but find certain people sweet by bothering to type “$mile$ for you, friend” instead of just a simple “hi” or “hello there”.

Then there’s the “Ro$e$ for you.” Wow. See how the person bothered to press Shift and 4 at the keyboard just to put a design on the words. What an effort. Very sweet. LOL

Pardon my ignorance but as a virgin blogger, I didn’t know what this meant. Silly me. Haler! What are those dollar signs for?

So you just don’t know how proud and happy I am for someone TRULY HONEST AND BRAVE to leave a blunt message at my chatbox saying, “I ____ your ___, please ____ my ___ too!”

LOL. Actually it’s "I clicked your ads, please click my ads too!"

Aaww. Darn! If only I have ads… LOL.

Major Announcement

How and where do I start? Oh well. There's no easy way to say this but...

... I'm pregnant.

God forbid. *knock on the... $#@!, I can't find a wood.*

People have been asking me where the heck I am and how come I don't show up on gimiks or how come I can't be there on Gheri's exhibit at Eastwood or be at BFF Tin's fashion show. And a friend just called up to yell at me and say, "You're so PI! Why don't you effin' reply? Where the #$%@ are you?"

"First. I'm okay, THANKS FOR ASKING. Second, I'm in Samar."

"WHY?"

"Why why?"

"Why the sudden decision to go home?"

"I'm pregnant."

It worked. My friend who lives a fully verbal life (whatever that means) in her articulate world suddenly couldn't find a word to say.

First Day. I was awaken by a doorbell and there was my yaya since kinder standing at the gate with her daughter. They told me it was mom who called my tita to persuade yaya to stay with me. Owwwkayy. But boy, was I glad to see yaya! Both of them can't stay until night because they have "kids" to take care of. With kids, they meant husbands.

First Night. Oh gawd... thanks my dear cousins for sharing me your scary tales inside this house... my heart was pounding.

Knock knock.

&^@#!

Close your eyes. Just effin' close your eyes!

Then the phone rang. Ohmigod... Is this the part when someone whispers, "I'm watching you" in that husky voice. Ohgahdohgahdohgahd. Who would call me anyway? No one knows I'm here. Then my mobile rang. It was Tita.

"Why aren't you answering the phone? And why aren't you opening Sheila?"

"Who's Sheila?"

"She's the helper who'd stay with you at night."

Oh. Imagine two yayas by day and a yaya at night. What happened to "Be independent - Do your own laundry - Don't rely on helpers" lessons of my mom? This is a turning point of my life because I just realized that my mom truly loves me. LOL. BUT why do i have a feeling my mom is just being herself --- overprotective? :p

P.S. Regarding internet connection, that would require another entry. LOL.