Never in my whole life did I dream of becoming a teacher. Singing in front of a bar full of drinking people is different from talking in front of a room full of serious people. It’s more intense, more demanding of confidence… it’s creepy.

Today, I had to do just that – twice! I am the temp trainer and I had to conduct a hands on training with the new employees. It felt awkward and thankfully I pulled it off just nicely (I think I did, so shut up )

I am totally addicted to my baby. If only my eyes were cameras I would have had a ton of photos of her by now. If my ears were recorders, I would have a cd full of her coos and laughter. She is my pride and my joy. And she’s three months old today! Yey!

I know I know I promised to get her photos up soon, but I just don’t have the time yet and I need a data adapter or something to get all those photos from my cellphone, not quality pics but they are the best stolen shots of Fiona.

I’m sharing some emails again….

These are entries to a Washington Post competition asking for a rhyme with the most romantic first line… but the least romantic second line.

Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss
But I only slept with you, because I was pissed.

I thought that I could love no other
Until, that is, I met your brother.

Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl’s empty and so is your head.

*Flood in Manila

I’m flooded in!!! The thing is, it only rained for an hour and viola! We have an almost-waist-high flood just outside the gate. Fortunately, the water that got in the gate is just above the ankles… But who would want a stinky, disease-bringing, waste polluted, pest infested flood come your way? These photos were taken just a few minutes before I posted this entry.

This is our backyard… It could be mistaken for the amazon river or something closely related to a river…

This is the gurgling gate… It’s gurgling up trash, Not a pretty sight really… Not a pretty smell either.

errr… little missy?

I’m not going anywhere but who in hell will call me “little missy”? I’m nowhere close to being little. Just coz I have a cartoon for a header, you can call me little missy? Pffft.. next time someone calls me little missy, I’ll show them my current picture and we’ll see who’s “little” Oh if you’re wondering what in hell I’m talking about, I just deleted the comment in my shoutbox… I think he had attempts to build his links while insulting me… sheeez