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Thursday, February 21, 2008

"Only Child Syndrome" Confessions

an interesting read that really helped me understand better....

"....I never had to share. Everything was mine. No sibling ever came in and borrowed my things without asking or broke something of mine. I took care of my possessions. Yes, they were mine. I had to learn at a much older age the concept and virtue of sharing. It was quite an adjustment living with people. And even now, though I try to control it, I'm still very territorial and sometimes obsessive compulsive about my possessions."

7 comments:

Reeyah said...

Kaya dapat nating intindihin si Mawie...

Naiitindihan ka namin, Mawie. Wag ka mag-alala. Friend ka pa rin namen, kahit ganyan ka...

Bex said...

This is what I like about blogging... I mean, we get to know Mawee more! Isn't that fun or what?!!

jellybelly said...

as i remember this blog is about badminton, sports, kainan, chats, road trips and HB moments NOT about mawie!!!!

mawie has her own blog to get to know her if you want!!!!

Bex said...

It's not about you. It's about "only child" which happens, COINCIDENCE, to be you. The!

Claire said...

Sige, can you give us the username and password of your blog so we can post this sa blog mo.

Aywabyu Mawee

Purple Pig! said...

additional pose for hzl yehey!

Anonymous said...

Great work.

Quotes

Friday, September 14, 2007

It was 12 June. Independence Day. After an all-morning badminton games, we headed to Persiana, an Indian restaurant along the busy Street of Pioneer, Mandaluyong. We slumped on this long table which comfortably sits 8 famished addicts (holiday na nga, pumasok pa sa opisina para maglaro ng badminton). Cler suggested the resto so we asked her for recommendations. Order here, order there. You can imagine the buzzing of the table - 7 hot ladies and a lone hunk! Talking all at the same time - hecklin', shoutin', laughin', and bitchin'! And we were all bondats!

Since we stuffed ourselves, you might think we calmed down after that. Nah ah! Everyone was hyper - every conversation was carried out in high pitch tone, full of angst! Until one of us hot blooded chick got carried away with her kwento that another chick had to check her pulse on the neck, uttering, "High blood ka ba???!!!" Everyone had a good laugh at that scene and since then "high blood ka ba?" or HB for short has been used in every opportunity. Like, EVERY opportunity. You think it ended here? Nope. In the spirit of spontaneity, one chick suddenly suggestted that we go for coffee and dessert at.......... Tagaytay City! And off we went to Tagaytay (minus the lovely couple C&M). The roadtrip was non-stop hecklin' shoutin' laughin' and bitchin' plus getting lost in Highway 41 (it refers to Exit 41 but for some reason, we call it Highway 41). Caveat: Don't you dare get lost on a road trip. You will never hear the end of it. Never.

There you go - the intro on how the blog name came to be. How about the highlights of the day? It's worth posting, too!

K had a chocolate bar as palaman for her tinapay. Seriously. Kailangan inuulit ang salita ng dalawang beses.
Kailangan inuulit ang salita ng dalawang beses.
M was entirely glued on her PDA the whole time. Anti-Social of the Year.
The birth of Row 1, Row 2 and Row 3
Coffee and dessert at Starbucks, Tagaytay - overlooking Taal Volcano
The famous air-conditioner of the spaceship - dalawang tao lang nakinabang sa aircon pero anim ang pasahero
No sleeping during the entire trip - back and forth
And the most important lesson we learned at the end of the day: if you have a car, ensure that the car stereo is working. You don't want to get stuck in traffic with chicks with iPods.


 

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