Nevergirl’s

I’m a lazy tweeter; but for some reason, I tweeted a storm this week (and no, none of them were on lipofuze reviews). Here’s evidence:

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Nov. 7
Weird Question of the Week Award goes to Alex, who happens to be six: “Mom, am I a communist?”

I read the word “empirically” and I go into a trance.

Alex’s Filipino homework makes me nervous. Pugita. Kabibe. Tahong. Why do you sound Greek, you seafood?

Nov. 6
How can it be Saturday already? Someone ate my week, I’m sure of it.

After not eating three meals because my mouth felt cottony (thanks a lot, fever!), I’m now so hungry I could eat a cow.

Nov. 5
Why it is how it is #headache

Nov. 4
Let’s try sleeping again, Chin. Start by putting your phone away. What are you doing checking your mail at 4am? You be mad.

I can’t sleep. Knowing we’ll be driving my sister to the airport this evening is making one very sad insomniac out of me.

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These may not seem like a lot of tweets to you, but they are to me. Most of the time, I forgot I even have these social media accounts!

Until a zombie invasion happens (in which case I’d realize I’ll need completely different priorities in life), these shall be my short-term goals.

1. Read a book again. It has been ages since my fingers touched paper.

2. Write more even when it doesn’t turn out grand. Time passes too fast. I shall write to remember.

3. Stop spending money on shallowness. What good to me are dresses I won’t ever get to wear, dresses I only end up giving away? (Which reminds me! Dear Teeyah, you really have to send me your mailing address so I can ship the dress to you!)

4. Take photos. I got a DSLR for my birthday. I used it maybe once or twice. I’m lucky there is a boy who spoils me silly. I should learn to put my gifts to use, including my gift to seemingly not need sleep.

5. Play more. I put in too many hours at work. It’s play, too, because I like what I do but I think I’d rather do more playing of the physical kind. Run. Bike around. Take strolls. Draw. Paint. I’m 28. I won’t always be lucky to have room in my life for these things.

6. Be kinder. Especially to my hair. If it looks like a bird’s nest, it’s because it’s been through more torture than any Spanish Inquisition survivor. It doesn’t help that I almost never comb my hair. This is why even though I wear it short, it still looks messy and scruffy.

7. Learn to deal with goodbyes. Saying goodbye is one of the few things I am truly terrible at. How do I say goodbye? I don’t. I just leave because I’m a big fat escapist who’d take physical pain over emotional bruising any time of the day.

8. Learn to cook. Once upon a time, my parents ruled kitchens together. Papa is still a great cook (I’ve always believed he can crush empires with his bistek); but he only bothers cooking whenever we come home. One of these days, I shall cook for him and for everyone I love. Yes, I think I shall enjoy cooking very much never mind that my IQ dips at least 50 points whenever I come within touching distance of pots and pans.

9. Be more sociable. Believe it or not, I’m not. I hardly ever talk to people I don’t know, the only exemption being the people I ask, “How much?” I have made a little headway with this failing, however. I agreed to host a few weddings this December. I also said yes to a speaking engagement come February. Here’s hoping the seniors I talk to don’t keel over in trauma.

10. Travel as much as possible. May I say yes to travel invitations more and second-guess this decision less just because I dread the size of my suitcase. No, no one sent me coupons for Outer Banks vacation rentals via mail. What I did do was say yes finally to a long-planned three-day Baguio and Sagada trek with the man and two girl friends. I hope to come home with stories to tell.

And on that note, maybe the best twin life skills I can reward myself with is learning to pack light and to travel without a trolley. Because really, the last time I went to a near-deserted island with friends, I was the only one on this really small boat who dared to bring a trolley along… and my friends spent most of our commute time laughing over how the trolley I lugged around through sand and sea is almost big enough to swallow me.

1. In need of a dentist.
2. In need of a foot specialist.
3. An indiscriminate junk food eater.
4. An insomniac.
5. Evil-tempered.
6. Spontaneous.
7. A persistent asker of questions.
8. Confused what to do first, or next.
9. Prone to overplanning.
10. Prone to overthinking.
11. Overly connected to my laptop.
12. The weirdest combination of avoiding and confrontational.
13. Fiercely proud of family and friends.
14. Impatient.
15. Incredibly clumsy.
16. Uninterested in drama.
17. Easily distracted by all things new and shiny.
18. Good in a crisis, self-created or otherwise (except when said crisis involves rv repairs).
19. Obsessive about nice-smelling pillow cases, towels, and bed sheets.
20. In need of a head transplant.

It breaks my heart to be working on Outer Banks foreclosures this early on a Saturday, so I’m drawing up a list to cheer myself up. Yes, I love lists. I love them in a big way—almost as much as I love fried chicken, hot Milo, and queso real-flavored ice cream, in fact. So well, here, Chin. This here’s another list of things you love. Please feel a little less rotten about starting your weekend thus:

1. Cocktail rings - No, not just any cocktail ring. I like them huge and flamboyant. I have very small hands. I like the way a large ring gives my hands drama, and yes, I’m even willing to forgo hand-holding and writing just so I can put a certain ring on.

2. Beach - If there’s one thing I like about living here now, it’s that I don’t have to share the beach with anyone—if we can psyche ourselves into driving to the beach, that is. The man’s folks have this strip of beach they turned into a private resort of sorts. Back in the day, members of Couples for Christ held stay-in seminars all the time at that place. They don’t now—at least not as regularly—so we have the place all to ourselves. This is something I’d never stop finding amazing. Sand, sky, sea, and solitude—makes up for a lot of sadness, I tell you!

3. Online shopping – I like that it doesn’t even matter that I live in the boondocks now. I can still stop—and not have to worry about being caught in a crowd, to boot! I’m supposed to be on a shopping ban because I took too many trips and bought too many things this year. But I don’t know; think you my willpower can hold? I’m melting-just melting-at the sight of these cuties!