Thank you, 31!

I just turned 32.

I realized 31 had been an eventful year for me. I laughed, I cried (a lot),ran, travelled, skimped, splurged, made new friends, made enemies, made money, and spent it. I guess I survived 31.

I have a lot to be grateful for. Big things, small things, they're all the same. I lived on God's gift and blessings and I want to say thank you.

Thank God I am alive.

Thank God I am 32.

Thank God for my Mom and my brother, the two strongholds in my life. I guess it's true what they say, a mother's love is unconditional. This amazing woman has loved us through our best and our worst.

My brother, my brother who makes us weep with pride. The exact opposite of me. With all his achievements, his ideals, his respect and passion for the law, his love for the women in his life, I thank God for him.

I am not a big fan of my father. I don't talk to him. But for what it's worth, thank you for giving me life. You are part of the reason why I am what I am today. I am far from being perfect, but I think I'm awesome! :)

My family, my great supporters. We have had our differences, but I know in my heart of hearts, they love me.

My friends.

My bestfriend through the years. My protector, my shield, my friend, my nemesis, my shrink. Thank you, for just being there.

My Casa 401 girls. You keep me sane everyday, and when I'm not, you let me be. I know you know I am bipolar. But you seem to take a great hold on me. Thank you Casa, you work wonders. You are my chicken soup to my very disturbed soul, you are my Prozac, my tranquilizer, my drug.

My law-school and college and high-school friends. Evidently, I am not only bipolar, I am also neurotic. Not clinically, just self and friend-diagnosed. You keep reminding me of that fact about myself whenever you get the chance. Thank you, at least I know I am accepted that way because you still talk to me.

It's been an eventful year. Wanderlust was a great influence in my life. It didn't matter whether I had money or none at all. I had been the good escapist with the itch for travelling. Hakuna matata! Thank you seat sales, you rock!

I've always wanted to be a sexy star., you know, like some scantily-clad starlet gyrating her teeny-tiny hips and washboard-abs on some noon-time TV show while young and old men swoon, pant and drool and gets a hard-on. Haha! I'm kidding! I've wanted to lose weight so this year I tried running. Bless the Ayala Triangle Garden where my running career started. I found my other great love. I loved every minute of running. Drenched in sweat and stinky as hell, it doesn't matter, all I know is that I am happy when I run.

Oh and since I am ambitious, I've also joined some fun races and fun run. Of course I didn't place, my legs aren't Navalta's, they're just mine.

Sure enough I lost some weight. But no, I still can't qualify for those noon-time or gag shows. My age does not permit me to do so. Haha! But I'm telling you I can dance, and I'm hot when I dance. Chubby or not. Capisce? :p

My job. I don't really wanna talk about my job except Thank God I have one. And I've met some friends through my work. Ne-va-da babies, you are dear to me.

This year I had also been a Facebook junkie. I found new friends. Oh oh and here's the big part! I also got unfriended because I TALK too much! Well pardon me if I speak my mind, I just have a hard time shutting my trap when I want to make a point regardless of whether I am right or wrong.

I also missed acting. I was once good on the stage wayback in school. I wasn't only good, I was once great.I don't know if I'm still good at it now. It's my fault, I never really pursued it. It was all about the money. I know I will regret it for the rest of my life. But I will always love the theater.

I also discovered two things about me. I'm a flirt when I want to, and I'm very jealous and territorial in all things. And I don't like it about myself.

I also made some enemies. You just can't please them all.

I had an interest in photography, but photography and my bank account had no interest in me. Pffft!

I had also been smitten for a while, and then it was gone too soon before I could even blink an eye.

But it's alright, I had lessons learned.

1. know the difference between being friendly and being flirty.

2. If you don't, don't be afraid to ask. Study.

3.know when lip-service is being given. don't swoon over it.

4.it's true that things may not turn out well for your bruised ego, but it's ok. Put on a quick smile for the camera. One, two, three, say SHIIIT! :) no I meant Cheese.

5.Forget about it and now at least you know. And then pray that you never lose faith in man, woman, love...especially MEN.

I still want my tattoo. But I'm afraid! ;p

To my friends who will be reading this, there you go, you say ah-ha! You know me, what I can't say out loud, I write about. You may or may not agree with the way I put things but that's ok, we don't always have to agree with each other. Thing is, I know you love me. :)

So there, that about sums up my 31.

Help me, stay with me, laugh with me,laugh at me, cry with me, cry over me,fight me, fight for me, hold my hand, hug me, drink with me,drive me crazy, drive me wild, run with me,run beside me, pray with me, talk to me, care for me, love me as much as I love you, at 32.

Happy Birthday Sisa Girl, Betty Boop, Gege! Long live the Bitch! :P

BOOB-Tube Boo-Boo'es

I went shopping yesterday. For someone who is not a big fan of shopping (except when it involves shopping for food!),I had quite a nice time buying some stuff for running. I needed some dri-fit running shorts, socks, and a sports-bra, you know the bra that would work wonders and support my very, verrrreeee flat boyish chest.

So why do I need to talk about my non-existent chest? Well for one, it's just breasts. Two, I'm shameless. And three, yeah, I'm just really shameless.

So I picked one, medium-sized, but this sales-clerk looked me over, wise-ass and all, and bluntly said "No Ma'am, small ka." Not because I was small or of petite frame, but because them babies are just really, well, small. Maybe, extra-small would even do? Haha!

I took no offense for it. I am not under the illusion that my babies would ever be a Nicole or even a Pamela. They're just well, mine. :)

You see, not that I like wearing low-cut dresses or tops. But if it's there then I'm ok with it. I don't ever have to feel self-conscious, my bra can do the peep-show for all I care! Because no matter how hard you stare at it, my cup size won't ever grow big overnight. No matter how long you ogle, a cleavage won't ever pop-out to tease your dirty imagination.

They're just breasts. No big deal. Well, yes, some starlets would probably drop their skirts for anyone who would sponsor their boob-job, transvestites would blow big bucks to get them done or through the pill, and I think that's great. They're happy that way, plus the fact that their men are happy that way-you know, filling them up, I think.

And then there's the entertainment industry which sells beauty and vanity to the highest level. People, especially men, may snicker, jeer, guffaw or ogle, but what the hell, what do we care? It's their boobs,and it may be spectacular! So I say, you go girl!

What about those women who are stricken with breast cancer? I know of some friends and family members who were stricken by it. It had to be removed to prevent the cancer cells from metastasizing. I feel for them, and I admire their courage.Losing a breast to cancer will not make you any less of a woman.

What about women with small breasts, like me? Oh well, Like I said, there's not much to see down there. Accept it. If you can't, get a breast implant. If you can't afford a breast implant, drop dead. If you're too scared to get it done, shut up.

But as for me, I'm gonna have to live with my breasts and my small-sized bra. Oh and in case you were wondering, no I didn't buy the sports-bra. Ha.Ha.Ha. :)