Siblings Conference Come to Order… Online

I talk to my brothers more often now that I used to. I know what is going on in my hometown as if I never left home. And I am most updated with news about people and situations back home than my brother who is actually living there. That is the power of modern technology. With a click of the mouse you hold the world’s greatest discoveries and gossips.

It has been more than a year now since I left home and so far I don’t miss any of the things and people I left behind. Hahahaha. Just kidding. But it’s true, I don’t miss my family and friends because I talk to them more often now, than I did in the past and when I was still with them.

I talk to my brothers online everyday. I have two brothers, one is working in China and the other is working in the Philippines. This is the very first time that we were apart since birth. And just like every morning [my time] the 3 of us were talking to each other all at the same time and catching up on our latest shenanigans.

My youngest brother [who is in the Philippines] was in his office’s lounge, I was in my bedroom [here in the chilly Pine State of New England] and my other brother [who is supposed to be in China] was sitting on the street curb in Hongkong people-watching and waiting for the bus with his laptop on his lap. So what did we talk about? We talked about the husband of our late cousin who is now having an affair with a much younger girl from a nearby beerhouse. Oh well, you can’t keep a secret nowadays.

Oh You... Men!

I have nothing against men. I love men. I grew up with two wonderful guys in the world who adore me, my artistic designer brother Gary and my sleep-deprived-caffeine-fueled brother Japol. I was a daddy’s girl, a grandpa’s apple of the eye, and the uncles’ favorite niece. I was lucky to be surrounded with adoring men in my life who somehow have great influence on my upbringing. Don’t get me wrong but I love my mom too. It was just strange that we didn’t get along well. Maybe because we have the same orientation with men [my mom was an only daughter too] that was why we always clash.

Anyway, I found this email sitting in my inbox for quite a long time and thought of sharing it with you. I know some of you might have already read it somewhere but still I guess it won’t hurt a bit to read it again.

This is a list of note-worthy, intellectually funny and hilariously cute similes for men who could turn from a hot dude to an annoying dud or from a sympathetic guy to a pathetic chap or a mixed concoction all of the testosterone-powered-egotistical qualities that are inherent to the male species.

And this I guess… is just retaliation to what was previously written about us women by men who have a seemingly thorough knowledge of the hormonal-packed-and-dangerously-vindictive female species. Hahahaha

For all those men who say, "Why buy a cow when you can get milk for free?" Here's n update for you: Nowadays, 80% of women are against marriage, WHY? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire PIG just to get a little sausage.

1. Men are like... Laxatives. They irritate the crap out of you.
2. Men are like... Bananas. The older they get, the less firm they are.
3. Men are like... Weather. Nothing can be done to change them.
4. Men are like... Blenders. You need One, but you're not quite sure why.
5. Men are like... Chocolate Bars. Sweet, smooth, & they usually head right for your hips.
6. Men are like... Commercials. You can't believe a word they say.
7. Men are like... Department Stores. Their clothes are always 1/2 off.
8. Men are like...Government Bonds. They take soooooooo long to mature.
9. Men are like... Mascara. They usually run at the first sign of emotion.
10. Men are like... Popcorn. They satisfy you, but only for a little while.
11. Men are like... Snowstorms. You never know when they're coming, how many inches you'll get or how long it will last.
12. Men are like... Lava Lamps. Fun to look at, but not very bright.
13. Men are like... Parking Spots. All the good ones are taken, the rest are handicapped.

Oh Men! I still believe that not all men are the same. You can still find a rare gem that is worth keeping and a treasure worth believing. Love you Guys.

Out-blogged by the Carpenter’s Wife

My Bad!

I have been blogging left and right but never realized that this baby is not being blogged lately. I mean the last time I posted here was last week. It’s very unlikely of me. But I have an alibi. I was blogging somewhere else. Nah! That was not good enough. I have 9 blogs so I am responsible for all of them. No alibis!

Oh well, that is why I am so blogging now. I just realized it now when I signed in to Blogger and saw that I have 72 posts here in Ruthi’s breathingSpace and I had 83 [to date] in a Carpenter’s WIFE’s tool box. And it was not like that before. Ruthi’s breathingSpace was always ahead with a Carpenter’s WIFE’s tool box. And yesterday, I posted 6 write-ups in ACWTB alone. How crazy was that?

Oh well, blame it to the PR. I am still licking my wounds on PR thingy so spare me on this one.

on PR and what not

I'm still crazy and all psyched up about this PR thingy we have here on cybernation. It’s still a big mystery to me or perhaps to lots of bloggers who like me… has no clue what’s going on… what’s its significance... and how it affects our total blogging vibes and predisposition.

Ok, I am whining and ranting about my PR because if you can see… if you hover your mouse on the PageRank icon at the top of the page, the phrase… PageRank is Google’s measure of the importance of this page (0/10)… still pops up. It’s driving me crazy. You see, I have 5 blog accounts here in Blogger. Four of them have PR values except this one.

Anyway, last night, I decided to post a write-up on GREGOIRE Construction [the blog I made for my Hubby for his construction business] after 3 months of being untouched. Last night too I showed him the post and the renovation I did on that blog then left him to explore the blog himself. When I came back, I was surprised when he told me his blog got PR1. What the heck?

The “a Carpenter’s WIFE’s tool box” [my personal diary of my everyday experiences as a stay-at-home wife] got PR3… my “sa puso at isip” [my only blog written in my native language which is Tagalog] has PR2 and the “my REFUGE” [my reflections blog which I seldom post articles on too] got PR1 before and now awaiting another pagerank update. But this “Ruthi’s breathingSpace” is still zero… nada… nothing. It has been PR0 since birth. And this is the first I ever conceived. This is my first-born.

Oh well… I need to wait another couple of months or so and see if miracle will happen. And for now, I just sulk and whine and rant, as usual. [*sigh]