You Know You're Getting Older When....

I'm going two in a row today because I dont think I can blog in the next few weeks. No, I still do not have a life. The difference is that I am obliged, this time, to actually DO something for a change. And yes, I did use the word oblige..it means what it means..there's nothing more I can add to that.

My good friend ambo said that blogging activity is congruent to one's personal life. The more you blog, the less of a life you have. Though I'd like to conk him in the head for being too real for comfort..he is absofuckinlutely right. The times I blog are the times when I'm bored outta my skull. Today is a perfect example. I'm holed up in Tagaytay..with nothing better to do..just waiting and waiting for things to happen ..,and honestly thinking of ways to stir the pot. While, I wait, I blog.

I am so NOT looking forward to my sked this week. I'll be busy entertaining a grp of people who have have come all the way from Australia to see Andy and I. See? We are good people after all...and yes, our friends are as nuts as we are. I love them to pieces but David having undergone surgery just a few days ago..makes it more difficult for me to appear chirpy and upbeat. I can only mask my worry for one day...anything longer than that, Id probably need a plastic surgeon.

BUT...what else can I do but let it slide....

As Ive said before, this is a terrible, terrible year for me...so, perfect timing should be the least of my expectations.

So..what to write about? Hmmmm..let's write about age. It's quite an easy subject. So..here goes...signs that you're getting older!

You know you're getting older when:

People insert the word "po" after every sentence.
Salesladies refer to you as M'am or Ate.
You suddenly feel that older men have the hots for you.
Your favorite song in high school has already been remade like, 3 times.
Your high school crush is now a member of the cabinet....ewwwwww!
The word "reminiscing" is now used more than ever!
Your favorite bands in high school are now considered rock legends in music.
You feel squeamish and embarrassed just by the thought of having a Friendster account.
And in effect, you try to make your profile as less fussy as possible.
You wonder about your exes and crsuhes...if theyre ok, if theyre still hot, if they regret not marrying you..and other self-absorbed concerns like that.
Getting a plastic surgeon doesnt sound as far-off as it once was.
People just automatically show respect. Sure, that sounds great and all but I do miss being a part of the madness. The hypocrisy that older people get is way too sanitized for me.

OK, that's it for now.

And PS...im half-joking for the most part so pls dont take me too seriously. Im just nuts today...must be the damn heat, hahahahahaha!

Whine with cheese

Ah...Im back in Manila after 3 months of being away. Saigon hasnt been fun for the past month..mainly because most of my friends have left. Well..such is expat life and by now, Ive learned to accept that....so I shouldt really be whining about it.

Now that Im back in Manila....it actually feels weird.

Life in Saigon may be summed up in 3 places: my home, the gym, and David's school.

My social life may also be summed up in 3 groups: my family, my girlfriends, and Andy's colleagues

So now that Im back home...everything just seems chaotic and manic.

Add to that the terrible, terrible weather. A heatwave in America sounds acceptable but a heatwave in a tropical country like the Philippines is just downright nasty. It's like adding an exclamation point to a sentence typewritten in all caps. Or wearing red on Valentine's day. Or seeing Kris Aquino from morning 'til night every single frickin day.

It's just not right.

The good news is..David's done with his surgery..so now, I can go back into the swing of things. The swing of things sounds so hip, and eventful but the truth is, Im just going to see a bunch of relatives and a couple of friends who I have not called since I arrived. I have been admittedly, hermit-like the past few weeks...blame it on my boring Saigon life , blame it on my being paranoid about David's surgery, and lastly, blame it on the heat.

Yeah,yeah, yeah....it's always the damn heat.