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As the responsibilities of a new house and the stress of staying employed mount, there is one thought that skitters through my mind every day: "Holy shit, I am definitely not ready to have kids." But it's not the ONLY thought that goes through my mind daily, of course. I also think such things as, "Thank God I'm not pregnant," and "Oh my God, if I'm freaking out about gaining five pounds over some holiday turkey and shopao (Filipino dumplings), I will probably kill someone when a bun shows up in MY oven," or "Fuck, I left the dogs outside for five hours!

With the news headlines ablaze with play-by-play updates on the diverse Cabinet appointments of The O-Bomb (Barack Obama for you amateurs out there), there's been a lot of really open race talk lately. Apparently, the Latinos are pissed that Obama isn't doing enough to give a wha-wha to the Latino community after they helped him win key battleground states during the election. "Um, like what was he supposed to do?" says you. Welp, first, he didn't pick New Mexico Governor Bill Richardson as secretary of state after Richardson was interviewed for the position.

At the suggestion of my white boyfriend's white mom, I finally hung out with the only other Asian in my new south suburban neighborhood. When she first suggested the activity to me, I asked, "Um, why?” She said Asians have to stick together. Maybe she knows something I don't. Is there an imminent attack planned on Asians by The Man, and because my boyfriend's mom has a soft spot for me, she's not-too-subtly giving me hints about this impending blitzkrieg? I don't know. I didn't want to tempt fate, so I hung out with this nice Asian lady and her pit bull.

Area teenager Tammy Bilsdale, 18, vehemently announced Tuesday that she has outgrown Forever 21.

"I'm so over it," said Bilsdale, who regularly shopped at the trendy clothing retail chain with her best friends at Old Orchard Mall.

In a flurry of text messages to best forever friends, Ashlee Tammie, and Gabby, Bilsdale made it known that they should "sooo go somewhere more off-the-hook on Friday night."

It's a hard-knock life for us Filipinos. Our biggest contributions to the melting pot are a disturbing influx of hospital nurses and a noodle dish, "pancit," our grandmothers call it, that looks more like anemic spaghetti the more you chew on it. Still, we are a proud Asian country and we demand recognition, dammit!