waiting to be bored

Just like what I've gone through with other social networking sites, I am waiting to get bored with Facebook.

But that might take awhile because I love the way it keeps me in touch with my close friends and (most especially) my sisters.

I used to blog a lot, not because I want others to ready my thoughts, but because I've always found it therapeutic to write down what I feel and document mundane things that I do. But lately, I've been on hiatus. I still have my offline journal, but this pinayinsg journal has been inactive for the longest time. And the same thing goes for my other "outlets":

• I haven't read a decent book in awhile.
• I still haven't started on my "next chapter" scrapbook.
• I don't write e-mails and snail mails to people I love the way I used to before.

And because I've always believed in not making "work" your "world", I have decided that, before the year ends, I shall:

• Start the ball rolling on my scrapbooking project.
• Read and finish a decent book.
• Write some stuff on this blog.
• Do some spring cleaning in my hard drive.
• Go on a local tour (i.e. Duck Tours or something)
• Go out and shoot with hubby.
• Send out Christmas cards this week!

Although the greatest challenge would be some of my new projects at work and some other stuff for the Paddle-side, I vow to do all those in the list.

Busy, busy! I like!

Image taken from here.

when kids have kids

My brother, who I love very very much, turned 14 today. Although he's really getting taller by the day and his voice is starting to have this manly pitch, I still see him as my baby brother. I guess it will always be like that for me. Just like how I feel Biggie will always be my little sister, even if she's not so little anymore.

So when I thought about Alfie, a 13-year old kid who is now the youngest father in the UK, I was like, omfg. What in the world is happening? So he fathered the child when he was, like, 12 years old? (I shall ask my hubby later if it's really possible to be, ermmm what's the word, sexually-able at that age.)

Last time I checked, there are several other boys (a 14-year old and a 16-year old) also claiming that the baby is theirs, but Alfie is still sure that the child is his. He is also assured by the 15-year old mom that the baby is his. I am not sure about the latest developments, though. They will probably have a paternity test or something.

This baby-faced kid is sure lucky to get laid at 12 years old. At least he won't have an "American Pie" dilemma. Okay, I'm saying that just to humour things up. But this is really serious stuff. I mean, is the economy really bad that kids nowadays can't afford to buy a condom? Okay, I'm saying that again just to ermm, humour things up.

But you know what, at least they didn't abort the baby. I think the consequences haven't really dawned on them--Alfie doesn't even know what the word "financially" means (see video). He looks like a freakin' 7-year old kid. At least Alfie and Chontell (who should have known better because she's already 15 years old) have that courage--the source of which may be the mere ignorance of what really lies ahead of them--but it's still courage. Blinded courage, maybe? Ignorant courage, maybe? Is there such a thing?

I guess things are really simple in the eyes of a child. That includes things like having a baby and owning up to it.

Basilio?!? Crispin?!?

I decided to take a "study break" for a few minutes. I clicked on a link I stumbled upon last week.

Na-stress ako. Nag-review na lang ako uli.