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May 6, 2008
posted by Nk. at 10:20 AM

While eating at McDonald's yesterday it suddenly occurred to me that I want to have kids of my own. Probably two boys I'll call Joaquin and Caleb, or a girl I'll name Amitiel. Earlier that day I watched Resurrecting the Champ (dibede, dibede) at home and something in a tender scene between Josh Hartnett and his son stirred my maternal instincts from the dead from its stupor. Maybe it's because that little boy was just so cute with the gaps in his little boy teeth or the way he rubbed his little boy face with his little boy hand was just too adorable for my cold, single heart. Or maybe it's because I secretly wish to be the mother of Josh Hartnett's future, precious children (the way I want to bring Hugh Grant home to my parents, even though he could be just some years older than my own father).

But I am not exactly looking forward to getting pregnant -- and the nine or god forbid, 24 hours of labor that comes with it -- the high point of which will be me screaming my lungs out and cursing the father, his parents, neighbors, dogs, and water delivery guy, while several people I have never seen in my whole life peer at my err, opening. So no, probably not anytime soon.

Also, the child seated behind me last night at McDonald's sputtered fries and saliva in my direction. I don't think I like that very much.

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At May 6, 2008 at 1:44 PM, Blogger joyfulchicken

Want to have a baby without getting pregnant? Take a page out of Angelina Jolie's book and adopt an Ethiopian orphan :-P

 

At May 7, 2008 at 9:55 AM, Blogger Pluma

Can I suggest possible fathers?

 

At May 7, 2008 at 12:47 PM, Blogger niki

@ JC >> only if i can adopt brad pitt too! =P

@ Pluma >> sige nga, hahahaha

 

At May 8, 2008 at 8:26 AM, Blogger Pluma

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At May 8, 2008 at 12:12 PM, Anonymous thrillseeker

i wonder what Mr. Pluma wrote

 

At May 10, 2008 at 12:55 AM, Anonymous paolo

if i were to father a kid, it would've been one to sputter his saliva. its fun.