We've been talking about marriage and getting married. That'll be me and a few friends. And we were all agreeing to the point that getting married may not be a big deal for some but it is. You do get married only once in your lifetime and it would not be a piece of cake.

Sure you had been binded legally but what would happen to you and your hubby after? Maybe it would be best if you were both already ready to take on whatever will happen to you once you get married. But if you were going to get married just for the sake of getting married, then I think it should not be done.

When I was in college, somebody asked me to marry him. I looked at him as if he were joking for I thought he was (or maybe he was trying to be romantic or something). I did not say yes nor did I say no. Sure I loved that guy (that time) but getting into the whole marriage deal was not in my plans. Not even now.

Maybe I would be getting married if I have found the guy who would take me for what I am and who would also take my son and accept him as his own. I would not want just a guy who would be able to accept me and not my son. As I've told my friends, I come as a package deal and you should take it. Or leave it. That's it.

Also I may be looking for a guy who would be able to support me and my son. I would want one who would allow me to still work. And I would want somebody who is also hardworking. Honestly, I think I would go for someone who has a stable job which pays him handsomely to support us through each day that comes. After all, I've heard stories of people who've been married who have told me that "love flies out the window when you have nothing to eat anymore".

I also honestly think that I want somebody who has got a house already. I mean, I would not want to live with his parents nor would I want to live with mine when we're already married. And I would not want to rely on his parents nor mine when I have already tied the knot. As my grandfather said, getting married means that you are ready for the responsibilities that come with it, you already have your own job that would be able to support a family, and that you would not have to rely on other people for your finances. Good thing, my grandfather has such good sense that he did not tell my parents to let me get married when I got pregnant. I honestly thank him or else I would be stuck with a guy who hasn't got a job, who doesn't recognize his own son, and who does not know what to do with his life.

So now I still don't think I'm marriage material. Well, that was what I was thinking for 2007. I wonder if I'll be having the same thoughts for 2008. Well maybe that may change when I've already met my husband material guy. Wish me luck. Teehee!

Yesterday after work, I went straight to my cousins' house in Daraga. One of our cousins had come to visit the city after several months of teaching in one of the far-flung barangays of our ancestors' town. So we decided to have a get-together and had bought a couple of bottles of brandy.

We talked of tons of things like our kids' developments, how our grandparents and the rest of the family are doing, funny incidents, and a whole lot of other things. We also did talk about properties and how all of the land that our grandparents owned were already divided into their kids. I could tell you more tales of the land that belonged to my grandparents but that would need be yet another entry.

Anyhow, upon finishing the bottles of brandy, we decided to take a bite. I am really not used to eating after drinking alcohol. But the smell of the food at this little joint we went to was enticing, I decided to eat. We had tokwa't baboy, fried rice, tapsilog, and beef pares. Then we went to one of the most popular bars here in the city.

We found a good table and just continued to drink alcohol. But this time, we were taking in beer. I had around an hour's worth of rest and just water before I decided to order beer. When I was already on my first beer, somebody was calling my name in the crowded bar. Looking around, I saw this guy waving at me. I had to really look close at him because I didn't seem to know who he was. Turned out, he was a high school classmate.

I joined him and other high school classmates and left my two male cousins outside. Of course I wanted to catch up with my classmates and I also wanted my cousins to talk their guy talks. It was fun being with high school classmates again. We were laughing and reminiscing and looking forward. All at the same time. I kept at it until I went home with my cousins at 3am.

Who was there?
Sarah Millena. Adan Adan. Ian Amon. Elaine Diaz. Francis Egar. Mark Miraballes. George Diaz. Janice Ramos.

Now. We all gotta plan for December next year. Reunion galore. Haha.

Right now as I am typing this, everything is aching from the elbow down to my wrist. This is one of the things I hate when I go on vacation for a long time. Being on vacation, I don't have to do anything. And when I go back to work and my fingers start typing and editing and all that, that is when this thing happens. So goodluck to me while I work here.

Anyway, a friend (A) gave me something. I liked it really. When I went to another friend (B), she saw that something. And B told me that A considered me as one of the few people she considers friends and that is the reason behind that something. B also told me that there would be a time that we would get into a sort of disagreement over a simple thing. B, just in case you are wondering, knows how to look at people and at things and interprets it even without wanting to.

So I just hope that that disagreement would not come or if it really would, then I hope it would not get into something far larger over that simple reason whatever it is. Anyhow, I was just telling a story.

Last night, my orgmate and friend Mayk and I went out. We had fun bonding with each other. Since the videoke at that resto was available and we were the only customers, we had been singing our hearts out and belting out those high notes. Haha. Fun. Felt like a buddy date if you ask me. What's a buddy date? Ask an Ibaloney.

Hay... Still aching. I already took in some meds but seems like it ain't doing its job yet. I hope the medicine works. I can't work feeling like this.

I missed having a planner. I've had one since I was in high school but I stopped when I started working in a call center. See, I lost my social life working the graveyard shift. And there was nothing to write in my planner.

But now that I have become quite busy and plenty of things to track, I decided to buy a planner. I wanted the UP Centennial planner but I learnt about it after the deadline for orders was over. Good thing Cess told me about Belle de Jour. She had put in an order months back and didn't want it now. So her reservation was given to me instead. Yey.