New Year's Resolutions

Alam kong napaka-cliche nang gumawa ng New Year's resolutions, lalo na't sa edad kong ito na 27. Tanong lang saglit: me umaamin pa ba ng edad dun sa mga ka-batch ko, o lahat kayo e tumigil na sa twenty-something? If you think about it, those born from 1974-1976, we are officially in our late-20s. Which is a rather strange, if not disturbing thought for me. I'd like to think of myself as segmented in various ages, that is, career-wise, I am 21, EQ-wise, I am 40 (I'd like to think), joie de vivre-wise, I am 24, and sadly, love-wise, 18. I relish at students' reactions when I say I started my undergrad education in 1993. Yes, folks, TEN YEARS AGO.

Enough about edad talk. I am back from blog purgatory, where I have been languishing for the past four months, due to laziness and a perpetual lack of anything worthwhile to say, not that what I have posted before was of significant contribution to mankind. Two people have been rather instrumental in my comeback, mostly out of kakulitan. J. has constantly been on my case about my blog, and how some of her friends have been rather curious about 'Bananaducky.' On the other hand, M. has, of late, been pestering me about blogging and, ahem, friendster, which, congratulate me, I have resisted. So far.

Oo nga pala, why 'Bananaducky?' I will never erase from my childhood mental collage the Sesame Street song "Rubberducky." (Is that really its title?) Anyhoo, I love rubber duckies, even if we never had a bathtub in the house, or never had the chance to soak in a bathtub with rubber duckies. But that did not stop me from buying, several Christmases ago, a rubber duckie brood - one mama and two babies. The closest I could do for them was fill a basin with water and let them float there. Now they're gathering dust at what is now my rat-kingdom-of-a-room. Hey, a good transition to yet another of my animal-house stories.

While on the subject of New Year's resolutions, I have thought of one reasonable resolution: I will stop biting my lips. As there are nail-biters, I am a lip biter. Am not quite sure why I do that. Certainly not out of nervousness because if that is the case, then wala na dapat akong labi. Speaking of lips, I do not recommend lip balm from The Body Shop. They really dry out your lips, as me and my sister discovered. Nivea is good. So is Burt's Bees (available at Beauty Bar) - it's also minty.

As a parting shot: when will we ever have a reprieve from any Ruffa-related news item? Anybody have a clue?