The camera whore in me

Since you guys already know my best friend.

Let me introduce you to another one of mine.

Everyone, say hello to Amber.

Her and I bum around together. Literally.

Remember my encounter with the gremlin?

Yep, I saw it with her.

Our favourite pastime, pay Bernie out.

Not because we hate her. It's because we love her. She's the baby in the group.

All we ever do is laugh. Laugh. And laugh some more.

Well, we also bum around. But I think I already said that before.

Oh, and if you also want to hook up with hot guys, this girl is the person to contact.

I love my girlfriends.

The Fault-finder in me

I broke up with Johnson, I said to mum this morning.

What? Why? she asked.

Because I don't think he's the right guy for me. And I do want to be single for a long while before I start dating again, I replied.

For how long now? she asked.

Um.. two weeks, I stammered.

Really? And why didn't you tell me before? she pressed.

Because I didn't know how you were gona react, I said.

You see, my mum adores Johnson. It's because he's mature, he's sweet, he's caring, he's considerate, he's a gentleman and he takes care of me.

But she didn't know how we started and how we ended it and why.

Sometimes Nikki I think you're waiting for James Bond to come and sweep you off your feet, she said disappointingly.

No mum, that's your perfect guy. Mine would be Freddie Prinze Jr, I said.

Who's that? she asked.

Never mind, I sighed.

Well, whoever that is, he's not going to come. You have to be realistic. Johnson is a good guy. You'd want to be with someone who treats you well and would love you more than you love him, she said.

I know, but I'm not keen to have a boyfriend just yet. Not with uni and work. I just want to have fun, I countered.

She was quiet for a moment. Sighed.

I just hope that when you're ready for a relationship someone would still want you, she replied.

Shivers. I freaking hope so.

The thing is, I'm not up for any relationships right now. I enjoy how my life is going.

I have my best friends.

I have my uni to keep me preoccupied.

I have my job that allows me to perve at hot guys.

I have Surfers Paradise that welcomes me every single time I decided to go out.

I have the bottle shop that takes my money everytime I want to have a few drinks.

Mum wants me to find the right guy, have a relationship with him, get proposed to, get married and have lots of babies.

I don't want that just yet.

I would eventually think about it. But not yet.

Not until I'm twenty nine.

I still have eight years to enjoy my life before I start worrying about getting hitched.

Do I sound like a man to you?

Sometimes I think the world is changing. When I was young, ladies are lucky to have a decent man showing up on her doorstep. Now, a very decent man is running after you and you're pushing him away, Mum complained.

And these days, careers are more important than family. Everytime you come home - which is not often, you always have a story about a guy you picked up at a club or a guy you met. That is something *guy cousin's name here* would do, she added.

Mum, are you saying I'm growing a penis? I asked in mock horror.

Slap!

Wacked me on the head after that.

Don't be smart, I'm saying you need to have your priorities straight. You're a woman. Your place is at home taking care of kids. Not playing balls with men, she snapped.

You never come home. Sometimes I think it's better if I pack your bags altogether and bring it over at Bernie's. You drink too much. You smoke. You go clubbing. And you dumped a decent man, she added.

Don't worry, Mum. I'm sure when I'm ready God will give me someone I can actually love and start a family with, I assured her.

She's too scared that I'd turn into a corporate monster with no time for relationships but plenty of time for one night stands. Am not at all like that.

But she doesn't believe me.

If you ever come home pregnant, you're going straight back to Manila, she said.

Ack! No way.