I miss sleeping. I miss cleaning the house to no end. I miss driving around with no time limits. I miss hugging Chei at night while we sleep. I miss shaving my legs. I miss going on the computer whenever I want. I miss shopping. I miss smelling like a woman and not puke. I miss not planning my days. I miss my non-saggy stomach. I miss Jun.

Which would you rather have?

Your long term boyfriend/husband who you love more than yourself confessing to you that he is gay OR that he is in love with another woman?

For me, my answer a few years ago was I'd rather have him be in love with another woman. BECAUSE...at least then there's still that slight chance he will come to realize that what he is feeling towards the other woman could just be a phase and then come back to me. If he turned out to be gay, there's no chance for that or whatsoever for the obvious reasons. He's gay. There's no un-gaying him. Right?

But now, I'm not so sure what my answer is. If he confessed to me that he is gay, will it be easier for me to move on knowing that it's not me who caused the split up? Will it be easier for me to move on knowing that it isn't ANOTHER WOMAN he's throwing us away for? Or will the pain just be equal knowing that man or woman, he still chose someone else?

How about you guys? What do you think? And no, Jun is not cheating on me nor is he gay. I really am just curious. I remember having this same conversion with two of my girl friends years ago, but it was "Would you rather have your long term boyfriend confess to you that he is in love with another girl OR learn that he is dying?" Our answers were mean because we all chose the latter. Haha. But now, honestly I do not which I would choose. Having my husband-to-be fall in love with another woman would BE just like him dying...because he's no longer going to be there. But would seeing him lying in a coffin be more painful than seeing him lying in bed with another woman?

I dunno. I'm sitting here eating chips and all these random things popping up into my head. I hope it's the first signs of labour.

Here's a joke for my fellow Filipinos.  As for the others, you guys won't get it.  It's one of those jokes where the punch line lies within the language, so unless you know tagalog you won't understand the humor.


How do you get a watermelon pregnant? 
You pakwan.  

What do you call a runny soup?
Sopas.

LMAO! I know they're lame jokes, but I laughed my ass off when Jason (Jun's best friend) told me the joke.  He's just like me, mababaw! So when Jun stood there staring at us while we were giggling like idiots, he had to walk away.

So aaaaaaaaanyway, it rained most of the day today.  I relaxed and sat by the kitchen window and surfed the net, looking for things to spend my money on.  Wait no, it's not my money...it's Mastercard's.



My favorite past time; daydreaming/web surfing/online shopping/Starbucks sipping all at the same time.  Yes I know, there's gotta be at least 500 calories in that drink.  But who cares, I'm already fat to begin with.  Kidding, I don't think I'm fat.  I'm just chubby.

I'm lemming so many things right now and I swear, I'm trying my best not to spend as we are so tight on money these days.  Credit cards are so dangerous! You know Rebecca Bloomwood, from the book "Confessions of a Shopaholic"? I am soooo turning into her.  Hmmm...maybe I can rack up all of my credit cards and just in the nick of time, my rich and wealthy Prince Charming will come and save me from the horrible horrible people of collections, just like Rebecca.  He'll come and save me just when I'm about to jump off of the CN Tower because of the nasty threats that collections had made towards me, like taking my beloved and hella expensive makeup stash away from me, or worse, my shoes and bags!

Nah.  Like that'll ever happen.  And besides, Prince Charming will never be able get through my 200 pound boyfriend.  *sigh*