Kay bungoton na akong egg cells (because my egg cells have grown beards)

I once promised myself that I won´t have kids anymore after 30. Then that year passed and I compromised with 35 (rationalizing) that the World Health Organization has raised the primipara child-bearing age to 40). Well, that is also about to pass and now I am faced with the prospect of "hey, there might not be a gene bag to pass on the smarts to." You see, before considering raising a tiny version of me (horrors!) one needs a willing sperm donor. Willing in the sense that he must be participatory in the kid´s moulding into a productive member of the community. There lies the crux of the matter.

All this thinking and muttering came about after I viewed the friendster profiles of my friends Mariliz, Ogi and Joyce Lureñana. Always, they had pictures of them holding up their greatest achievements. Hmmm...I have no great achievement really, other than being the source of amusement of friends who marvel at the lengths I would go to run away from the ordinary. Well, not having kids is certainly not ordinary...far from humdrum really...I mean, I get to borrow and return the kids to their parents??!!!!???

Maybe I am just bored now. A little antsy from waddling around my new empty flat trying to figure out how to lift a heavy table without breaking its legs and my back. It was not so bad back home but now I am missing a few things with a vengeance!

I miss Larsian barbecue (tami-is ug makasakit sa tiyan)
I miss Talisay seafoods (kanang sinugba nga kitong)
I miss the smell of the sea (the sea here does not smell of salt)
I miss San Mig strong ice (naa diri miabot pale pilsen og light ra)
I miss drinking wine with Mama in her garden (naa siya Thailand karon)
I miss fighting with my sisters ( kay layo sila duha: Bangkok ug Zambia)
I miss going to the movies in the afternoon (kay gabi-i ra ang sine diri)
I am missing a man (one in particular)
I miss talking to Philwide staff (and maybe also scolding them).
I miss my Dad (maski gahi og ulo og sige mangasaba)

I am in short, missing all the things I am supposed to have but cannot because there are some things I must do. Responsibilities have caught up with me. I just wish the World Health Organization is right about the 40 thing.