Heart, Sleeves, Rip.

How is it that right after I click on "New Post" I immediately forget things that I want to write about? Or, as soon as I decide to write about what's been weighing heavily on my mind, my train of thought goes so far out of track, you can suddenly find it orbiting the earth. So aggravating. Growl.

Right now I'm staring at the screen, desperately racking my brain so that the words would somehow realign themselves to form coherent sentences. Such luck no. (Oooh look, I made a funny...)

Ok, I give up. Apparently, my brain is on hiatus. Maybe later. Or maybe I just need to write everything down on paper first. Sigh.

All that's for certain right now is that I've fallen and I can't get up. Help.

Well that was quick.

2010 - 1, CJ - 0

Light the corners of my mind.

2009... saying goodbye to you will be bittersweet. You will not be missed but you will be remembered.

The past year had its share of ups and downs... although to be honest, despite my really depressing posts, 2009 had more ups than downs. I just mostly write about the ups on my paper journal and on my private blog over at Livejournal...

Percy came into my life and hasn't stopped making me smile since. And then as if there wasn't enough cuteness in my life, Sidney was born.

I've had my share of really crippling downs but I have gotten through them somehow.

2010, I'm ready for you. Bring it on.

Answers.

I've always wondered just how much heartache I can take before I completely and utterly give up.


Now I know.


I'm done.

Smile little duckling, smile.

Not even a day old and this little duckling is already a charmer. He is such a cute little bug and I'm not saying that because he's my nephew... I mean, c'mon... look at him! Doesn't he just radiate cuteness like the sun radiates warmth?

I could spend an entire day just looking at him.

Mint Condition. Out of the Box.

"Sid"

Sidney Cloud Canumay Espiritu
Born December 16, 2009 at 9:54PM

A love letter and some sparkly snowmen.

I considered making another post altogether but I don't want to have a million separate posts in a day so here we go...

I took some pictures.

The problem with Eve.

We women always say that most men are born with the asshole gene. Mainly true but the condition resulting from said gene is fixable. And also, men are pretty tolerant of each other. They recognize that they're all men and so they learn to live with each others' asshole-ness.

Now, most women, in turn are born with a mutated strain of the competitive bitch gene. Fortunately for men, the gene only turns normally sane women against each other. Men are immune from the resulting mayhem except when they're caught right smack in the middle of an out and out bitch fight.

Why!? Why are females so hell bent on competing against each other? Why!?!? I don't get it. I'm female and I'm completely clueless as to why this keeps happening. You can supposedly be the best of friends and subconsciously still compete with each other. Like who's sexier, who's got the prettier hair, the hunkier guy, the longer legs, the designer clothes... well fuck that.

If I tell you that you win- that you're prettier, smarter, sexier, cooler than a dozen me combined, will you leave me the fuck alone already?

I want to be female and rock. I don't want to be a fucking dramatic bitch and be all, "Waah she stole my thunder, I have to take her down" all the time. Grow up ladies. Seriously, grow some balls.

He's my man. Mine. Go find your own or fuck it, wait your goddamn turn.

Geek Chic.

Percy got his hands on my eyeglasses. He thinks he can pull it off better. I happen to agree.

I fall under the Etc.

I think I've finally realized what was so obvious to a lot of other people except myself. I am a geek. I'm pretty sure I'm not the the smartest geek in the world, let's face it, I'm no Sheldon Cooper but I'm damn sure I'm a Velma.

The geek Wikipedia entry defines it as "a slang term, noting individuals as "a peculiar or otherwise odd person, especially one who is perceived to be overly obsessed with one or more things including those of intellectuality, electronics, etc." In case you were wondering, I fall under the etc.

People often say I have an unhealthy obsession towards toys. More specifically toys of the plush variety. I actually subscribe to a lot of toy blog sites and follow many plush designers on Twitter. I currently own, thanks mainly to the boyfriend, an unhealthy number of plush toys of the Shawnimals kind. In fact, I just recently got my greedy little paws on a limited edition plush who I now fondly call, Percy. He's an early Christmas present from the boyfriend. Percy's 16 of 200, signed, sealed, delivered and MINE.

I also own more than the average person's share of books, graphic novels and comic books. I am currently into this really cool graphic novel that chronicles the otherworldly adventures of a heroine called Alexandra Trese. She is my hero. I wanna be like her if I ever grow up. Don't count on it though.

I also prefer wearing graphic tees, jeans and chucks over girly blouses, frilly skirts and high heels. Although, I can probably run and walk better in stilettos than in flip flops and when necessary, I do occasionally put on a dress. I get excited when I see black-framed eyeglasses and often don't really care about make up or jewelry. Some of my female friends have given up on trying to girlify me. Yes, yes... girlify is not a real word... who cares? If you can read it and understand what it means, that's a word. In fact, I'm claiming ownership of the word girlify. So there.

I can't stop watching, talking about, gushing over Big Bang Theory. Sheldon Cooper just amuses the hell out of me. It pleases me a lot that I understand some of the obscure humorous references they make on the show. Some stuff go whoosh but that's easily solvable by Google. I'm not sure how I feel about loving the fact that I'm more Leonard than Penny though. Oh well. C'est la vie.

Ok, most of the geeks out there with IQs that can circle the earth 1238105781 times may or may not think I deserve the title but I still embrace it.

I am a geek. I am Velma. Hear me go off tangent.

Nuq daq yuj da'pol?