I have been drinking a lot of water, eating vegetables and fruits only at night, and walking several blocks on my way home. On my 3rd week now, yet, my BP is still at 140/90 and the weight has not moved a bit. My cholesterol level is twice the safe level.
I have decided!
Tap dancing it is. I will join a class and kick these nasty fats away 
If I don’t loose weight. Heck! I might just enrol in a zumba class. SHIARO! SANTOS!
Roland have been bringing the kids to the library to borrow books while he prints out his CV and roam around the St. Heliers area. The kids now prefer to stay home and does a mini contest on who would finish more books in a day. Basti have been drawing and I have encouraged him to make a compilation. He thinks he can make money out of it. Tough luck, kid!
While Insoy is starting to write his own blog at friendster.
This started when they were not allowed to play computer games anymore. Although this is how I want their summer holiday to be like, I did not expect them to be too serious.
I now encourage them to go to the beach and play ball at the park in the afternoon when it is not too hot.
Roland thinks I am confusing them with my rules. You’d think he would have understood (by now) how a lady’s mind works. Naglibog sila.
sto nino with his new wardrobe from cebu
The 9 days novena for the feast of the Sto Nino has started. Having been used to very lavish decors done on the altar during fiestas (in Cebu), my thoughts have not rested after seeing the very simple red and yellow curtains used with very few flowers. The senyor who grants our prayers deserve an excessively lavish spread.
Ever since yesterday, my mind have not rested. I have created a problem. Roland thinks I should not be bothered. But I am this way. I yearn for something to be done right to the point of being pushy.
I imagined floral decorations that were inexpensive but looked grand. I pictured red, white and gold balloons used as the base where the image sits. Silk curtains and candelabras lighted. I also thought of putting crafty paper cut-outs that had hearts lining tall glass vases in different sizes where people can put in their petitions.
What is stopping me? I don’t have a Micmic, Liza, Pat or an Aileen in Auckland who can help. I have not been here long enough to trust someone who can imagine it the way I do and execute it perfectly.
I will just have to learn to be patient and re-visit the plan for next year instead. Oh, but I am just too anxious. I can’t help imagine how Cebu altar decorations would look. Excited to see photos from Mai & Aileen.
He bought me 2 pieces of hair accessories at a 2 dollar shop a week ago. And yesterday he bought me a head band. It was black with white polka dots. He said it would look good on me.
Head bands give me headaches. And I don’t know how to use hair accessories.
He knows that I am not into these things. I had to stop myself from starting on a litany on saving and not buying on things we did not need. I saw the sincerity of his gesture and I wondered if he really thought of me or he just bought it at an impulse.
Perhaps, he needed some loose change. Perhaps, I look too horrible, it was one way of telling me to fix my hair. Perhaps, he has turned gay on me. =)
Now my problem is – where will I keep them. I am not wearing it for sure. Maybe on Christmas eve, I will ask him to put them on for me. He is definitely far more artistic than I am.
Still it leaves me the question. The only answer I got was – ‘I wanted to.’
I should not fuss. Beggars are not choosy. I hope this is not yet my Christmas present from him.
My migraine attacks are triggered by lack of sleep, anxiety, work related stress, not eating on time and chocolate overload. My bitchiness attacks are triggered by migraines.
Anxiety over the return of our passports from Beijing is pure torment.
Now more than ever, I wish I had the power to trigger visa stamping through mind waves.
Hope this chanting works…
Bagbagto, baggagto tolambi
Talambawikan bawikan
Bawikalanay kalanay, kalapaingganay
Ambot sa kibot! I am going cuckoo.
