MYM#1 – My bike =)
Posted February 1, 2010 | 3 Comments


Why I am not yet married…
Posted January 3, 2010 | Comments Off

I saw my high school History teacher last holiday break. It was a blast seeing him again! We had so much fun talking about high school, the other teachers, my schoolmates and about other people we both know. It was gossip-fest to the max! I enjoyed it a lot.
An hour or so before we went our separate ways, he asked me why I am not yet married. I told him I haven’t found the right man yet. He said that I might be choosy and that I have a very high standard…
In all honesty, I do have a high standard when it comes to the man I’ll marry. Not in the looks department. But I need someone with a brain. I need a man who can literally take care of everything for me. I need someone who’s a take-charge kind of person. Someone who reads books (and not only those Playboy mags!). Someone with whom I can talk to about anything and everything under the sun. Someone who’s funny and can understand my quirks. Someone with whom I can share everything with and still accept me for who I am.
I have waited this far why would I settle for someone below my standards? Unless the man swept me off my feet, I’d rather stay single than settle for less than that. I have been taking care of every one around me for far too long that when I marry, I want my man to take care of me. That’s not a crime, right?
Blatant abuse
Posted December 20, 2009 | Comments Off
I hate it when my kindness is being blatantly abused. Too many favors asked, ridiculous requests, unreasonable demands…
Someone is demanding things I do for her. Post on her FB wall something (that I know will make her boyfriend who’s living abroad jealous). Search about a certain term related to football (because her boyfriend would be thrilled to know she supposedly knows a lot about the game). Asking me to find out the meaning of a word her boyfriend mentioned in their recent conversation. Or asking me if her grammar is correct, or the phrase she knows is the right words she ought to tell her boyfriend.
It’s irritating the hell out of me!
Of course, I don’t do some of the things she asks of me. But sometimes, my kindness (or stupidity?) kicks in and I would give in.
Darn!
