I’m a Kid Magnet

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I used to and still get a lot of looks whenever we go out together. She loves taking my hand and holds it real tight each time. Today, she buried her face in my month old sheets, telling everyone how good it smells. I call her “Pam” and she’s my baby but she isn’t biologically mine. She’s the love of my life’s godchild and niece through a cousin. I remember the first time I met her, she was a snob. My love says I have a way with kids. “The first time and they fell in love with you already.” If we have terms like chick magnet – a guy who attracts girls, and boy magnet – a girl who attracts boys, my love says I am the rightful owner of the term Kid Magnet.

Speaking of kids, I’ve bumped into an old schoolmate and she asked me how my kids were. Funny, there were rumors circulating that I am a single mother of 3. No matter how hard I try to avoid those people for reasons I will save for my next entry, there’s still talks about me behind my back. Let me tell you Small Minds, that despite being voted as the “first one to get pregnant after high school”, I proved you all wrong. Take that! (I suppose this had gone way out of the topic.)

So it’s dinner time. I’m thinking about tuna in scrambled eggs and rice. Ok. Gotta go.

The Justification

Life has been a roller coaster ride since I graduated from College last May. I have been subjected to numerous sleepless nights, endlessly contemplating on how am I going to live the next few months being unemployed. I was finally resolving to an online freelance work for 8% of what I can make a day if I pursued a call center job. Needless to say, it was definitely fun to get paid to make a blog more organized because I have been introduced to a new chapter in my Internet life; that is, creating this account. Exploring this great platform, I started to vent out pointless entries while doing my side work. Now that my contract has ended, I felt the need to change my blog name. I trashed all my previous post and edited my about page. Voila! “louisencrepes” is finally born.

So why louisencrepes?

  1. Louise is the name my mother failed to include in my birth certificate. She loved the name so much that she writes them on my school books when I was younger and most of my classmates were fooled into thinking that it was indeed my second name. I graduated from High School with Certificates of Recognition printed with Louise. A discrepancy that could cost me a fortune someday, I had to tell my Class Adviser to change it all. That is when my mother stop referring or even associating me with this name.
  2. Crepes is one of my favorite food, my comfort food to be exact. There is only one Cafe here in the Philippines where I go to for crepes – Cafe Breton. I never ventured to find any place because I know I would only disappoint myself. Unless I am in France, Cafe Breton is my Crepe Cafe.
  3. Lastly, this is the only creative name I could come up with. If you would consider this creative.

“The Fireball”

Checking my phone, I am dumbfounded to find that it is almost 2 in the morning. The love of my life is soundly asleep and my dog is barking at something I do not see and I wish not to see. My front door is brimming with 5 leeches and I am still trying to find the courage to put rock salts on it so I can go to my bathroom and pee. How is this for my “first” post?