MY HUSBAND died in December 2014.
In September 2015, my friends and I agreed that I should have a project to make me busy.
They were afraid that I will go to depression, or other mental health issues. Because I loved my husband so much.
I created The September Project on Facebook.
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It was supposed to be a month-long online search for a boyfriend.
It was very basic.
But some girl who made sweets and pastries beat me to the idea of a boyfriend search with some major help from a noontime TV show.
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Still, my blog clarified a lot for me about the man of my dreams.
Spoiler: I have no specific type!
I have certain requirements, but no specific type.
In fact, some of the requirements can be waived.
Or at least, I provided some alternatives.
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I’m mostly traveling again in July.
But I thought that it might be nice to publish again certain parts and sections of The September Project.
My homecoming to the Philippines is getting nearer.
Who knows if someone reads my search for a man, and gets interested.
At the very least, I can date. Haha.
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The September Project will be seven years this September.
I feel a seven-year itch here. Haha.
I’ve been happy since the project.
I understand if people don’t want to hook up or couple up with me.
I’m getting older.
But I am not one to give up.
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I still hold most of the aces. Haha.
There’s no one as exciting as I am. Haha.
And my God, life is becoming more difficult for everyday Filipinos.
Just look at the prices of gasoline, rice, pork, and galunggong!
Meanwhile, I’m ready to face anything. Haha.
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So, the seven year anniversary of The September Project is a good reason to republish my blog.
I’m not sure if you can still access it online.
But I’m pretty sure you can enjoy it here under my column.
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The practical reason, of course, is that I will be traveling.
And I’m not sure if I will have a great Wi-Fi connection along the way.
I’ll be in Latin America for a while.
And I will be visiting some states of the American 50 that I haven’t really been to.
I’ve already checked off Hawaii and Alaska, so it’s easier to check out the continental 48.
I want to enjoy this trip.
I don’t really want to be bothered with newspaper deadlines.
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Obviously, I will write about these trips.
And during these trips.
But they will be for publication later.
For now, I’ll trust the universe.
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But something tells me my love life (or even just my sex life) will be much better in 2022 if I put myself out there.
I’m putting myself nicely out there by revisiting this blog.
And publishing them under my column.
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When all is said and done, I don’t want to be told that I did not walk the extra mile.
Didn’t cover the bases.
Didn’t trust the power of Panay News and its readers
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Hopefully, no girl with a knack for homemade sweets will upstage me this time
Hopefully, the pandemic would have positioned me in a better place to find a caring boyfriend.
And someone who already has a vaccine or natural immunity. Haha.
Can you imagine me spending millions on a boyfriend struck with Covid?
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I do not have a death wish.
But if I have a deadly Covid, please let me go.
Do not spend my millions in hospital bills.
Let me go, and enjoy my money.
Enjoy it the way that I wanted to spend it: travels, art, more travels, more art.
I want a boyfriend who understands that.
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That’s why, if you are poor, I want you young and healthy.
I want you to spend my money in fun, in living grandly.
That’s why I will only couple with someone old or older if they have their own money to cover their healthcare needs.
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What’s money got to do with it?
Apparently, a lot.
If you don’t recognize that, you haven’t learned anything from, and during, this pandemic.
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Do not argue with me about love and romance.
I’ve been there, done that.
There is no true value to Prince Charming.
Settle for Mr. Charming.
I mean, I speak from the point of view of another Mr. Charming. Haha.
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I’ve seen young Filipinos jerking off online for one thousand pesos.
Key words: vidjakol, alter, Twitter, OnlyFans.
Some even get anal for P2,500.
In real life, if you aren’t choosy, you can get virgins at P1,000.
Please don’t ask me where. Because I know exactly the places where your P1,000 has real currency. Haha.
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So, yeah, the Filipino is not worth dying for.
The Filipino is worth only P1,000. Haha!/PN
