CoNfeSsiONs Of a PriNCeSs...

• a.) Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves.

• b.)Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their ten things and post these rules.

• c.) At the end of your blog, you need to choose ten people to get tagged and list their names.
• d.) Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.
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(ME at the middle 7 years ago: if you look close enough you'll get the idea of how hideous my teeth used to be)

2. Some girls look at the eyes, some the smile or the hair or even the car for a good first verdict on a guy. I on the other hand look at the shoes (or footwear for that matter). There’s something about shoes that speaks volumes about an individual’s personality. It really intrigues me.


3. Everyone knows I eat anything BUT shrimp. What everyone doesn’t know is how it happened. When I was a kid I LOVED shrimp. One day we had shrimps for lunch. I gobbled up what seemed like the whole shrimp population of the entire Pacific Ocean until I turned green and barfed it all out. From then on not once have I eaten it.. ever.

(even the sight of it makes me gag)

4. Most people would think that my greatest insecurity is my height. Wrong. It’s my weight that I am most insecure about. At 84lbs I still worry about my weight. Thank God I love food too much to be anorexic. And thank Heavens I’m too emetophobic to be bulimic.


5. I don’t have a sport. Mind you, I tried. I had volleyball lessons when I was a kid. I sucked. Joined other sporty clubs way back grade school days. I sucked. I had swimming classes for PE 2^nd year college. I sucked. I don’t think sports will ever be for me. As for now, I’ll stick to shopping.


6. My greatest fear isn’t cockroaches(although I hate them to death), it’s not the dark, nor drowning. My greatest fear is what women call “Coup de vieux”. It is a sudden aging in women who have looked much younger than their years for a long time. I think I look younger than 22. I’m afraid I’d start looking 50 when I’m 30.


7. I am not a confrontational person and I don’t like correcting people. I guess I like pleasing people that way. But there is one thing that irks me so much I can’t help but open my mouth and tweak a few corrections here and there: Grammar and diction. I cannot help but correct grammar and diction even if I bite my tongue with seizure-like efforts. So please.. if you hear me speak wrong english, correct me. I would very much appreciate it.


8. I sleep with no pillow. The only pillow I use is the one I got when I was around 7 yrs old. I don’t even use it as a pillow. It just lays on my bed, a witness to every heartache and victory. A friend who's heard every prayer and who’s been with me through every milestone.


9. I grew up in church. I literally grew up in church. I was one of those kids you see in Sunday school with cute pigtails and poofy Sunday dresses with white stockings and matching shoes.

I decided to stay home the whole day (after getting up earlier than usual and getting all dressed and made up) only for the mere reason of wanting to be stubborn, disobeying and pissing myself off. I mean, who does that??

At this moment I'm thinking, heck!, I don't know what I'm thinking. I don't even know what I want. Or when to want it. Is there even a right time to want something? I do know 2 things I don't want though. It'll be of little help but I'll take little for now.

1. I don't want to bum around anymore. I have 3 good reasons:

(a.) It is very stressful. You have no choice but to mope around the house and fuss over the silliest of things. Like how I can't finish watching Kristine H. and Jericho R.'s movie, Forevermore because I get really bad reception from CinemaOne. And then I stop and shake myself, and in an instant cringe at my very own imbecility. What a sad existence. I can't even fuss about something more significant like Brangelina or world peace or something cinematic like that.

(b.) You get broke when you’re jobless. I have tried earning my own money. Living off Daddy’s money isn’t half as much fun as making your own.

(c.) It is actually embarrassing. I am a licensed nurse for crying out loud. Pacquiao didn’t even finish high school and he’s filthy rich.

2. I don’t want boys.

I realized this when some dude came up to me from nowhere doing his whole I’m-sleek-and-I-like-you routine. He wasn’t even bad looking. He was kinda decent-looking I give him that. If this happened a few years ago I would’ve been flattered. Now I just don’t give squat. I’m not bitter; I’m not losing my mojo(or at least I hope I’m not). I just miss shutting doors. I mean this is MY life. No one gets to come in unless he’s extremely worthwhile like Jesus or something. I’m not even kidding.

I feel like such a bimbo for this entry. I mean I can’t even think of more things to write about. I can’t even find more things to not want. I hate PMSing. I hate hormones.

Hormones(H) + Free Time(FT) = NOT GOOD.

I’m thinking what if it’s different for everyone. I know some of my friends go look for booze, get drunk and then feel all better by the morning. Some go boy-tripping and then forget the dude by the morning. I wonder if it’s better than what I do, which is devour chocolate and read as many books as I can to divert my itch to run around the neighborhood, look for houses with doorbells, ding, hide and then laugh so silently (that my stomach would hurt) at how I fooled the poor human to open the door. I can’t believe I used to do that when I was a kid. But then again, didn’t we all enjoy that as a kid? I think the bigger question is: What kind of a decent human being would itch to do that at age 21? Only midget minds think of those things. I feel like such a bimbo. My next blog entry should be something about how rain dropping 20 mps wouldn’t be able to bruise me because of the neutralization of the 14.70 lbs / sq meter atmospheric pressure. Did I remember my physics right?

By now my head’s spinning from chocolate overload as my attention is caught hearing Fear Factor host Joe Rogan’s voice on tv. I change channel and watch for a moment little 6 year old chinese kids ( with really ugly teeth) twisting themselves into pretzel-like proportions. Hmm.. National Geographic, I love. Gee, I wonder what’s showing on CinemaOne. Last time I checked it was Ara Mina in slow motion on a bike with background music that goes “Ay ay ay pag-ibig..”