There are only 24 hours in a day. It may be too much for some but for me it's just plain too little. There are so many things I would like to do and so many things that have been left undone. Because I don't have the time.

You may remind me of the phrase "make time" but I don't think I can. Whatever I am doing now is important to me and the other things that I need to do or want to do can wait. But for how long, I do not know.

I can list tons of things I would like to do but I won't for I would only get frustrated. Like right now, I'm looking at my stack of VCDs and DVDs growing higher and higher each time I purchase new ones. I go right ahead and buy new ones but I don't get around to watching them.

That habit of mine reminds me of my blockmate's habit of buying tons of books and she has to really make time to read all those. Her stack's also getting higher but I'm not sure how she's faring right now with regards to that.

The lure of CSI is beckoning again. But I can't. I need to sleep. Tons of things to do tomorrow.

A dozen years. That's how long I have been wearing spectacles. And one of the things I've learned with wearing those glasses is that you have to make sure that you are comfortable with the frames and that the lenses are just right for you.

There is always that thrill that comes with my being busy. Call me crazy but I just like to be busy. I want to have a routine and if I don't have a routine, I just get bored. Of course, there's always the added thrill of spontaneity and the rush of having a challenge. These keep me alive. And these keep my mind busy. A person without a busy mind or a person who just goes on thinking about the same things over and over again just becomes, well, an automaton.

Today, I realized that jamming over alcohol is something that you can do to loosen up some tongues. However, it is not always the solution. You sure can have fun without spending much or drowning yourself in alcohol. Like the Batchoy Gang (I dub thee the Batchoy Gang and you can't do anything about it). Had hours of stories and laughter. Different channels. Different airwaves. New nicknames. Party people during blackout moments. Masaya pala kahit walang pera. Batchoy lang ang katapat. I should be writing this in the other blog but I ain't. I'd love to write about it here. Haha. Sorry blog owner and contributors.

I share the sentiments of Yona, Shari, and Benj when they said that they hate people who write with wrong grammar and all else in between. I'm not saying that I have perfect grammar and that I write well. I'm not saying that I have the power to play with words to make them sound really different but the message is all the same. All I'm saying is that these people write (or say) the simplest stuff all wrong. Really now. I don't know if they're trying to be part of the "hip" or "cool" online peeps like Mike, Niki, and Lauren who can say whatever they want to say and create a whole language of their own. Or maybe they're just committing some honest mistakes. Or maybe they're just trying too hard to fit in when they should be somewhere else. I'm not affiliating myself to any of these people or any people. I've got my own style and my own language and my own everything. Like that or just shoo.

And so my son loves calling me up (with the consent of my female parental) whenever his supply of diapers or milk is slowly reaching zero. Like today, I received a phone call from him. He was telling me that he needed some milk because he was already hungry. And I told him to eat rice and he said that what he needed was milk and not rice. Oooookay.

Fine. Mamu buys milk and brings the milk as pasalubong.

But. Yep. There's a but. The son's yaya with whom I've had a fighting match with and whom I made pa-blotter because of her attempt to stick a nail pusher now is back after around a year's worth of not being around. And I'm like, "Ooookay. Why are you back? And you're being goody-goody to me now ha?" But what she doesn't know is that she still isn't off the hook. And I'm hating annoyed at the parentals for bringing her back. Jeez.

Now, the usual supply of three large cartons of milk which stretches to 16 days (just right up until the next payday) just vanishes in like 10 days. Of course I get shocked. I tell my parentals, either you tell your faithful yaya to make sure that she doesn't overdo the feeding (read: milk feeding) part or they shoulder the expenses of buying milk. They decide to tell the yaya not to overdo the milk preparation and milk feeding bit.

Trust me. My son is big. He is well. He can eat lots. And he asks for milk (even after a large meal) because he thinks he can get away with it. He even has this technique of asking for a bottle of milk because he says he's sleepy and after finishing the whole deal he's alive, alert, awake and enthusiastic. This son of mine's going to follow my footsteps. Tricky.

And so I go back to blogging. I have 4 blogs to update. That's the job I have to do right now. Or else I go bankrupt. At least I'm earning because of my hard work. Not actually earning because of the hard work of others when you haven't even dropped some sweat for it. It ain't even yours to begin with.

I'm changing my goals from having those two trips to Manila in a year to at least two trips to some place where I could relax. I just hope my son becomes a pilot soon so that I can go to wherever without having to worry about the fare. Yona's son is also planning on becoming a pilot. We'll be flying moms. Chos.

I just sold my Alcatel OT-C635 which I bought last May. The unit still has a warranty up until May 31st this year so it's still fairly new. Well, it's still pretty new if I may say so for I haven't really used it that much. Most of the time, it was lying on my headboard gathering dust. I just didn't use it that much because I'm not a colored-mobile phone kind of person. I'm still quite happy with my Nokia 1110. Honest.

I'm planning to buy a new mobile phone again. But this time, it's going to be a Nokia 1100. I like it. Simple and it's not colored. That means I don't have to charge it that often. And I have not to worry about the unit hanging or about the information getting lost because of some error. Yeyness to un-colored phones.

Call me names regarding my liking for Jurassic period mobile phones. I don't care.

I now have a full version of Chocolatier and Chocolatier 2: Secret Ingredients. And I honestly am having a ball. I have been able to rebuild the empire already but yesterday I started up another profile so I could play the game from the beginning. The game is quite challenging and that is what I like!

My son also loves sitting on my lap while we play Chocolatier. He would even sometimes grab the mouse. I'm thinking this son of mine is going to be addicted to the computer early.

Anyhow, as to the Chocolatier, that would be my new pasttime. Just like real chocolate, Chocolatier can be really addicting.