It’s that time of the week again, when I share my world, thanks to Cee’s lovely questions that seek to pry the answers from my perennially distracted brain.  Here are the answers that I’ve managed to lasso so far this week.

For your blog do you basically use Windows or Mac, laptop, desktop, pad, or phone?

Except for Mr. M’s kindle, we have an Apple orchard in the house.  I usually write on my Macbook Pro, and when that is turned off, I continue on my iPad.  When I am on the go, I often continue the craziness on my iPhone.  I used to be a Dell girl for the longest time, till my brother convinced me to buy a Macbook in 2005.  It took me a year to warm up to it, but the moment I did, there was no turning back.

As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I always wanted to own a business like my father.  I loved hanging out in his office as a little girl, and I loved playing with the check imprinter and all the other cool things on his desk.  I loved how everyone looked up to him for everything they needed.

But when my parents divorced, and we lived next to my maternal grandparents, I decided that I wanted to be an archaeologist or a geologist.  I had a favorite book on geodes that I read every night, and I was also obsessed with mummies, especially Tutankhamun.

Did you grow up in a small or big town? Did you like it?

I grew up in a big city – at least for the Philippines, it was a big city.  Cebu City was the first Spanish settlement and the oldest city in the country.  But it was also very crowded.  We lived in a nice house, but because we lived close to a medical university, we were surrounded by boarding houses, and anyone who was smart rented out their rooms to the students needing room and board.  There were no sidewalks on the narrow streets and so you basically had to watch yourself as you walked to the convenience store (which we called sari-sari store) though there was one that was just across the street from the compound where we lived next to my maternal grandparents and my aunts and uncles.

I guess I liked it.  It was the only world I knew, and while we did go on vacation to less crowded places, I learned early on it’s not the place that matters, it’s the people around you.

How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?

Probably 30.  Old enough to know better, but young enough to still get away with crap I wouldn’t be able to get away with now.   30 was also the time that I had the best time of my life being single – playing beach volleyball, hanging out with friends and discovering myself.

So there you have it – my world for the week!

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