Few more days and Filipinos will give these politicians the dirty finger.
Life is like a box of chocnut–what you see is what you get.
The mind is like a toothpaste tube. If it’s empty, nothing useful will come out it.
Mood: 7/10 (Not a good time to continue writing.)
Some relationships are like lotto numbers — you hate to change it for fear that someone might get them and win.
Parenting is tough. Parents should not tell their child that he is stupid but they should allow him sometimes to do stupid things.
Perfect people aren’t fit for marriage. One has to have some annoying traits to get even with his partner.
An online store is to garden of Eden as its ‘Buy Now’ button is to Eve’s apple.
Some friends are like garbage collectors — they know you from your trash.
Oatmeal breakfast: both a confession and a penance.
Have had sinful diet in the recent days, from wifey’s baking (like her Christmas cookies and one that’s ongoing which involves cream cheese) and the dine outs at work (with female colleagues who seem to have a different idea when they say that they’re on a diet). And with the holidays fast approaching, the trend is likely to continue thus the challenge in appeasing the palate while keeping my waistline in check could be a tough one. Thankfully, there’s always the reliable oatmeal to the rescue though honestly, I really think that it is one boring meal just like any vegetable.
Mood: 2/10 Honks! (Wifey’s been making me help manually mix her batters. It’s tough. She needs a mixer.)
We will know that we are really old when the songs we enjoy every Friday have been moved to Sundays.