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I don’t have any weight problem. I just want to look like or weigh like I’m 21? Hahahaha! Yeah they say it’s true. Age comes with laziness. I’m trying to get back into my standards. That’s my real issue. I used to blame it on working. Now that I am studying, I’m not going to make any excuse anymore. Actually, I just did. I haven’t been running or skimming for the last three weeks. I blame the weather. I blame being school mode now. I blame. I blame. I blame. Ha! But then, I found out about my brother’s secret. He’s effortless fat burner . He’s just drinking a juice drink with L-Carnitine.

Guess what, I lose some extra weight even though I’m eating the bad stuff. The only downside is that, I don’t like to move or do some exercise with it. They say the juice works even better with physical activities. Hehehehe yeah, I’m on it!

For some people going back to school is a must, but eventually they don’t have the time to do so. Especially teachers. I have teacher friends. I keep asking them about their Master’s Degree and often I suggest that they try the online Masters in Curriculum and Instruction. There’s no big difference in being in a real-time classroom. The course curriculum is as good and accredited like any university.

Personally, it’s hard to learn and teach at the same time. The classroom somewhow becomes a stressful place. Getting a teaching master’s degree online provides that certain space and transition. It gives that certain ease of learning from home or anywhere. It’s an ultimate break from the classroom. It’s great to have something like MS Instruction to fill that educational need of those who desire to advance their teaching careers.

I think it’s the next big thing since mIRC. I mean, I still chat on IRC. I am still a resident a.k.a. chanman of #underground, it’s my cyberbaby after all. Hehehehehe my stolen baby? Adoptive baby. Whatever baby, which already eight years old. Awww… I am so proud. The product of my anger and rage, comes love. I love my IRC channel. Call me weird but it has saved me from killing myself. I always thought of, who would take care of it? Ej might, but I love it so much. And when I am sooooooooooooooooo soooooooooooo sooooooooo sad, its silence gives me that OK feeling.

So anyway, Facebook is my happy version of #underground. I just realized that it is a good thing that the boyfriend sort of ignored me twice to acknowledge me as a girlfriend a.k.a. ‘In relationship with…’ because I get do a lot of things without thinking what would he think. His thoughts matter though, but in Facebook I can do…. hehehehehe. Anything. I am happy. I was happy with #underground, but Facebook is my new black. It’s a better happiness. Makes me smile everyday. I get to be closer to my brothers. I get to mock them. Hehehehehe. I get to see my friends so happy. Facebook is just a happy cyber place.

Facebook kills my boredom. Makes me want to post pictures… Hehhehehe. I think I just post some. Hehehehehe.

Well, I finally got into the Facebook fad. Ha! First, it was just all about making known with the "In Relationship with" thing. Now, it’s something else. I mean, why would I force someone, right? Ha! I don’t care anymore about it. I just found a whole new meaning in this Facebooking. I seem to know myself more, like:

1. The car that suits me is Audie S8, which I never really know of. I deserve the car because I have a Rich Aristrocrat personality.

2. I am a PERFECT wife. (whatever that means)

3. I am a good girl. I am? Am I?

4. I would marry a Johnny Depp type. I love!

5. I EXCELLENTLY and 100%-ly know men. Ha!

6. I am the color Violet.

7. My real age is 26. Aww!

8. I am an "inner" American.

9. I am a water element.

10. I am a Snicker chocolate, which makes me very cool!

I took a lot of quizzes. I am bored. Facebook is good for boredom not reconnecting or telling friends. Really. I mean, whatever really!

Well, with all the taking for granted and all the likes, my plan to get hyped up into wearing something naughty  just perish into the air. I don’t know, I think I have to count days or months to be able to get to that state again. Not that I don’t want to, but it takes time to get around again. I just want this awful feeling to go away. But, in no time I know it will be gone. So by then, I think I stick with being wholesome. Hahahaha! It’s so unfortunate because I have been really excited in wearing more than a sexy mini dress. Anyway, even if I would, I think it would be that impossible because I have no privacy at this very moment.

Awww I don’t have to just watch lingerie anymore. I get to wear them. Finally! Of course, I just don’t wear them because I feel like wearing them, or they make me feel sexy. Ha! I just feel that I don’t have the right audience to do so all those time. I have now! Bleh! It just takes the right person. The right person is here and now. And I feel like it. Awww sweet! I am thinking of getting anything of those hottest corsets in Ella’s kinky site. On a second thought, I believe I want to go to a lingerie slash undie spree soon. Geezh! I am beginning to be a woman by the day. Shopping? Really? Me? C’mon!

Don’t you just love the mystery of life? I don’t actually, it’s frustrating most of the time. But see, the amazement, confusion and fascination make everything really alive and existent. Hmmnn I do recall:

1. Waking up from a dream of Elmo’s picture and B’s voice saying “Dinga.” So I google Dinga, look what I have found. But really, Brad has told me it’s a slang for condom. Tsk Tsk… some supressed stuff, huh?

Subsequently, B just pulled something on me. I’ve almost lost my grip. Loneliness sh*t. I am the one who is really horny lonely. Hold that thought. Let’s change the subject. U huh! Funny how my repressed libido manifest as cartoons. Ewww…. Now I have a theory about cartoons. Eww…

2. I can’t stop Zagu-ing. Sorry. I mean, really. I feel I have been getting fat. By fat, I mean I need to shred this extra weight or else I am going to be bitching on everybody. It’s not really about my body, it’s actually my social skills that are at stake. And I don’t really like when Frank is not around. I hate that other crew who does not even care to put little water, or crush the ice. Not to mention, he does not know my usual. Too very bad they are cancelling the Frosty flavor. I am going to miss Cinnamon. I so love Zagu, that I am looking into a franchise opportunity. My very own Zagu stand. *sigh*

3. And for the very weird among other stuff today… this -

Tell me, except for the wrong spelling I have caused, why would that Oz flag appear there? It’s weird. It is suppose to be my flag. I’ve been fixing my blogs and just been thankful for a plugin. *pft*

One of the things I have given up to be right here is my kind of clothes. What clothes? Hahahaha! I barely wear them. I do not even wear panties in some occasions. But then again, I have to suit up, literally. Remember the time when I am learning to wear stilettos? Eurrhm. I think it has taken its toll on me, for a moment now (huh?). So yeah, I am oblige to dress appropriately, though I am not feeling kind of like it lately.

Time is somehow an enemy lately. I can barely go to the mall and shop. That is why I do my shopping online. One time, I really have to get a formal suit for a class. This teacher really demands. Yeah, why wouldn’t he, it’s an Ethics class. Anyhoo, I’ve scavengered every site. I really love all those women suits online, but my only problem is the size. Well, I ended up going to the mall.

Luckily, I found the perfect pansuits. Somehow I have also thought about buying the skirt version of it. I don’t know why some occasions call for such clothes. Uh owwh… I think I am growing old fast. Hahahaha! Whatever. I like wearing suits now. It makes me warm. But I sure do miss just wearing almost nothing at all. Life… makes you wear some proper things.

I’m browsing around online stores. Seriously, like there’s more to do lately. There are a lot of things I could get my mind on. But unless I’m out of here, I’m remaining partially hibernating or whatever that means. I can’t imagine I sleep all day. Brad has waken me up. Wish it’s for real. So anyway, I come across this bikini ad. I love it, actually. It has size 10 top and size 8 bottom. Nice bargain for a size. I always have smaller hips and I always get in trouble buying bikinis.

I’m way too excited that I want to buy the two pairs. However, the other is pink. Bad luck pink. I don’t know but pink is jinxed at the beach, or at least for me. Last time I remember, I was wearing pink bikinis when I was injured – when I dislocated my hips, hurt my knee, fractured my shoulder and then some. Well, I could try to buy it and still find out if it’s really true, yeah? Seriously, it’s more than one incident with different bikinis. Well, I kind of wear this pink top but it’s not bikini, it’s takini.

But then, I like pink stuff somehow. For instance, if I have an ipod, I like it to be pink. Speaking of which, do I need one… hmmnn. Music matters, right? What is music nowadays without a mini gadget to bring around. Or, I could stick to the radio or pc or whatever.

What the heck, I just bid on two bikinis. Ha!

Put it this way, I’m not a big fan of fashion and clothing. I mean, what’s the point of keeping up with the trend, right? The general objective is attention, yeah? Oh I can get attention without dressing up with time. I’m regularly the basic tee and jean chick. But of course, I can pull a dress anytime anywhere.

My point is, as much as I hate the bra, I love lingerie. I don’t exactly wear them. I just adore them. I have one good reason. There’s no one to show off to. Hehehehehe! Again, the objective is attention. Seriously, I can tell if someone is constantly having some nookie, least not a cookie for a nookie. Look into the underwear drawer.

Women wear such outfit to seduce. Oh why am I going in this direction? I’m window shopping online. It’s just amazes me how a mother of four become so interested in a porn-like sleepwear. I don’t know with them, props and costumes for that department is not really necessary for me. Lighting up the fire, they say? Frankly, the fantasy is sitting right on the center of the mind. If recreating such an illusion of seduction through naughty wear, I really beg to differ. I rather be naked.

Of course, I admit I do want to wear them. Well, for a minute or two, take a picture and see for myself. Hehehehe I’m not ruling out the possibility of making an amateur porn movie. Kidding!

Oh well, sex always sells. Sex buys too, perhaps.