I found this over at Sir Arao's blog. And so I decided to check just what kind of education my readers would need to understand and enjoy my blog. Here's the result:

Yey. At least this means that almost everybody can read my blog. Haha.

It is utterly amazing that a year has once again passed. The new year means having yet another go at life and changing some things in your life. Like one of the things in my to-do lists in my mind. I have been telling myself that I need to clean up my room.

Okay. Maybe if I had a Dyson vacuum cleaner I would be able to do the job quickly. Far better than what I would be able to do if I were doing the cleaning manually. These cleaners as far as I know are going to be the best friends of those who are suffering from dust allergies and from asthma. I know my son would be benefitting a lot from this.

If my parents would shell out some cash for me, I'd gladly order one of these. I mean I'd surely need all the help I can get to make my room spic and span. I know I listed getting my room cleaned up and organized somewhere in my brain.

When a friend told me that she thinks another friend of ours considers me as one of the few real friends she has, I immediately felt my heart thumping like crazy. The thing is, my heart was beating not because I was really happy but because I always have this notion that I will always disappoint them when they consider me to be that special. I was happy though to know that but the feeling that I will disappoint her was more overpowering.

I have had my share of ups and downs with friends and friendships and I guess I have already learned much by now. I do really understand that most of my friends were oftentimes older than me or were younger than me. Then there is also the realization that most of my friends are guys. I mean, just take last night. I was out with four guys and I was the only she-male. Whatever.

I used to give my all in friendships. Whenever they did something foul or something plain too much to me, I figured, "Hey, it's okay. I'll forgive you." But I just realized too late that they were only using me or because they needed something from me. And with that realization came this armor around me that I would never be that stupid and that I would never be that vulnerable anymore. It's just high time that I took care of myself and stop thinking about others and what they might think.

And so I hate to say this but I am often hesitant to be really too close to a person. Sure we may be close but when they already start to call me 'best friend' or what have you, I slowly withdraw and distance myself until they stop calling me so. I know I'll only disappoint them in the end and I think that I'd rather just be your friend or your barkada than be somebody you'd call your best bud. Though I may be happy knowing I am that special to you, I just could not bear the thought that one day, I'd only hurt you and leave you broken. That's my weird way of treasuring people I care for.

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!