I Have Nothing to Write About

Nothing.

I'm playing Lexulous.

See yah!

Cukay's Belly

On the 25th day of her cycle, Cukay went for an ultrasound.

We have embryonic sacs.

S L A M ! ! !

When I was growing up with my younger brothers (please read the older post about my baby brothers), we would slam doors when we fought. We never slammed lame... we always slammed big time! As in the whole house shook each and every slam. On hindsight, that house was a lot of fun. I'll write a tribute to it some time.

I carried that to adulthood. Beware when I slam the door. It means I am veddy, veddy mad...

When I hear a door slam, I bristle. My adrenalin shoots up and I instantly become incensed. As the bell is to Pavlov's dog, the slam is to me.

Weight Update

Friday, January 16 - 144 lbs.

Thursday, January 22 - 140 lbs.

Impossible!

I probably lost hair or brain matter.

Daily Email

I'm soooo expendable, I swear.

Imagine? There are days when I receive only 2 email messages and one is junk!

Hay... I remember my hectic past when I received at least 100 a day, most of them official.

Now what? Nothing! No one needs me.

I should subscribe to daily jokes or something.

Stolen Pictures

I stole a couple of my friend's pictures from his FB account. He's a talented photographer, Jared Posion. Aren't they pretty?

CP Zero Fare

It's almost over... just one more day to go and it's over. 70,000 seats to Asian destinations from February until end of March. Cebu Pacific is on sale again and people are rushing to take advantage of it!

And why not? Round trip to HK is about 4800 while BKK, 5800. Why not indeed?

Gadratz! I bought my February tickets during the great, big 1499 sale last month. I could have saved... well, 2998!

Come fly with me!
Let's fly, let's fly away...

4th Day

It's my fourth day on a "cleansing" diet. It's really very, very unhealthy. I feel lousy. I am hungry. I don't sleep well at night. I am irritable.

It reminds me of that reality show where the guy deliberately swallowed a baby tapeworm to see what the effects are.

I did have a poached egg and a seared hotdog for breakfast this morning. I chewed slowly. I relished the flavors.

I also used the stationary bike last night. I went for 20 minutes and maintained an average speed of 15kph. I actually broke out in a sweat! I loved it! When my body wakes up I'll be sweating healthfully and healthily again.

USA's BO

I finally heard BO speak last night. He speaks really, really well! Yo, homie!

I was quite impressed with the power of his speech delivery. Excellent enunciation, very good choice of words, very effective pausing and emphasis and very composed body language. Tessa told me his writer is 27 years old. I must say they're a great team.

Speaking of Tessa, she told me BO lives about 20 minutes from her house and Oprah, 2 blocks. Talk about big time neighbors, huh.

To me, Tessa's the big time gal in Chicago.

My Favorite Game, Bookworm

I've been playing Bookworm forever. I love this game because it relaxes me the best. You can play it mindlessly, meaning you don't have to mull over strategies most of the time. There's no time pressure. No heart-stopping dangers... just the burning tiles.

Kayla thought it was ultra boring until she realized that you can challenge yourself by creating long words then she declared it the less damning super boring. I play the de luxe version and it sadly accepts up to 12 letters only. I got "environmentalist" once but it wouldn't take all of it.

I know there's a new action-filled bookworm where you fight with the worm. That's way too much excitement for me.

I do miss Scrabulous on FB, though... Bookworm complements Scrabble as it's based on the TWL dictionary.

Too much nerdy information.

"Cleansing Diet"

It's my third day on a no rice diet. It's my supposed "cleansing" diet that will help kick off my nutritionally balanced diet. It's actually a crash diet which does not work when one is over 30.
The grand plan is to cleanse for 5 days, then go on a low fat diet supplemented by cardio exercise which will be stationary cycling. The diet will definitely be scientific because I love computing calories and nutritional needs and whatever else is needed. I will gradually complement my cardio work-out with hip hop dancing later on and add flexing and toning exercises as well. It will give me something to do aside from talking to my own hand.
This is the beginning of my quest. I weigh 144lbs according to my annual physical exam last Friday. The doctor (who is probably an idiot because he's an HMO doctor) told me my ideal weight is 117. Of course I just agreed but I wanted to hit him in the head with a wooden spoon and scream into his ear that he's an idiot.

Teenage Lit Books and Cookbooks

Kayla and I spent part of the weekend searching for some books she wanted in so many bookstores. It was a tedious task. I waited 20 years for Book 4 to 7 of the Dark Tower series by Stephen King so I couldn't understand her earnest search for the whole vampire series. We finally found the third book at Fully Booked.

I picked up some cookbooks as well because I'm inspired to learn how to cook (right... just about as much as losing weight). Woohoo! Kayla told our cook, Jenny, that we got a Chinese cookbook for her.

She looked disappointed and said, "Oh... I'll not be able to read it."

My Sosyalera Friend, Ruth

This is Ruth. Isn't she a pretty, pretty woman?

She's a very sweet person but she's still single because she's masungit and mataray. I've written about her. She's the one who came all the way from Bacoor to hand me my Christmas present - a baking dish that was filled with yummy, yummy freshly baked macaroni. She wisely told me to watch out for the cling wrap because she feared I would just pop it straight into the oven in my eagerness to use an oven for the first time in my life or simply eat the cling wrap. She obviously has a high opinion of me. Thank you.

Brrr... Brrr...

18 degrees inside the office... 18 degrees outside.

Oh, my poor aching joints. Harsh for someone cold-blooded like me. I need warmth... I need the sun.

Sorry to those who are in zero-degree temperatures. I know it's not my place to complain. The weather in Manila is fantastic! Bright sunshine and a cool breeze. The kind of weather that makes people happy no matter what.

Cheers!

Landbank Meeting

There's a meeting with Landbank at 2pm today. They're sending EIGHT representatives.

Is that overkill or what?

Our conference room table is an 8-seater... I guess our guys will just stand by the sidelines.

YM Courtesy

I say hi to my friends who are online when I log on to Yahoo Messenger.

I dunno... I feel it's rude not to say hi. It's like passing them on the street or seeing them somewhere in person and ignoring them. Some probably think I'm a nuisance. ;p

If you don't want to say hi or be greeted then GO INVISIBLE.

Young Adult Literature That is Twilight

Kayla handed me that book last night and urged me to read it. She said it's a beautiful story. Of course, she just wanted me to not watch TV so she could read in peace.

I looked at the book doubtfully. As a rule, I do not read books that are printed in large fonts. Anyway, I humored her. Page 258 and still no freakin' contact. No death... no sex... not even a freakin' kissing scene.

As Horatio Caine would say - and THAT... is why it's teenage lit.

New Pictures with My Highschool Friends

These are two of my dear, dear friends whom I saw recently so we have new pictures. Tessa isn't in the old pictures...Why? Because Tessa lives in Chicago with her lovable husband Mike. On the other hand, Ruth constantly socializes so she's usually in the picture as well as in the loop.

Old Pictures with My Highschool Friends

In case you're wondering why I'm posting old pictures, it's because I want to.

I dug up my dvds to look for a bikini picture and found pictures of my friends.


Surprisingly, I do have a handful of dear, dear friends.

My Nude Picture

Harharhar! Now this is cute. It was taken by Gail Prout, my ex-boss' photographer wife. David Prout has the rest. Give me them, David!

Me and My BFF Deena

This is my BFF, Deena. Pictures from one thousand years ago and a few years back. She looks even more amazing now that she's almost 40.

No more pics together allowed! hahaha!

Years Ago in a Bikini

Jas and My Fat Ass

My dear friend, Jas, sent me a message yesterday. She said I'm f a t.

She invited her friends to come look at this blog and they did (thanks, Jas and friends). She has a picture of me in a bikini from a few years ago and she showed that to them, too. She loves me. ;p

They told her that it looks like I gained a stone (more like two... ) which is true.

She wished I would get back in shape again. You see, she met me when I was reeaaallly f a t then I lost loads of weight and she was delighted at the transformation and then now I'm f a t again.

The secret to being motivated to get and keep in shape is to be single. When the need to be desirable is high... when one is competing for a nice hunk of a man... when one is looking for LOVE. I'm not single anymore. I'm in blessed chubbiness because I got me a chunk (definitely not a hunk) of a man. It's all Jon's fault. He has no bad habits aside from smoking (Yargh! Yeah, yeah... I smoke, too.) and his idea of fun is eating. Nothing makes him happier than to enjoy a good meal with me and Kayla. Kayla, of course, can just burn... burn... burn calories while I steadily grow... grow... grow.

Jon laughed at how Piolo's and Jericho's pan de sal abs were in the news tonight. Whose abdominal muscles are better? Hah! Theirs can't compare to his pan de bomba abs! Awww... That's my big boy!


Get back in shape? You mean, watch my diet and go back to weight training, belly dancing, Latin dancing, kickboxing and boxing.

Come on! I can't get up the strength to devise a nutritional plan let alone get off my fat ass to exercise.

David Has A Girlfriend

My favorite officemate, David, has a girlfriend.

We met her yesterday. She seems nice. Definitely much better than the other one (the ex) I met whom I found kinda strange. I got back from lunch one day and a young lady was there. She was introduced so I said hi but she kept on looking at me expectantly so I thought she was waiting for me. A forgotten appointment or something. I asked if I could help her so she approached and told me she's actually a law student. Aha... and? Nothing. A tad bit strange, I thought. Florence told me that was the ex later on.

So this new one... David's wishful thinking come true... swung by yesterday. She seemed nice and alert. More composed. I hope she realizes how lucky she is with David who is a nice, smart young man with a temper.

I know David feels he's lucky.

Ah, young love.

Cute Little Men

I wish I had a son.

Like these cute little boys!

I could do with some more men in my life... ;p

Blue, Blue... My World is Blue!

I was scanning my pictures and I realized I wear blue pretty often.

I got so surprised because I distinctly remember that I never used to wear it. I thought it made me look sallower than my normal sallowness.

And then 5 years later, what?

Blue, blue...
my world is BLUE!
Why, oh, why?
I have no clue!

Sweet

My husband passed by me just now and gave me a bunch of tiny kisses on my shoulder. :)

My Lola

Lola is almost 90 years old. She's a tough, old bird who has lived a long, hard life. She bore 8 children (buried a couple of them just last year) and traded anything and everything that she could in order to raise them.

I remember when I was a child she would come to our house with loads of those really sweet, really tasty, tiny mangoes. I loved them! All year round, I would drop coins into my piggy bank so that I could give it to her when she visited. She used to come to Manila to buy goods like dresses and tops to sell in the province. I visited Macalelon only once in my life, 28 years ago, when Lolo died. It was a typical province with small houses and everybody knew everybody. I hear it's more progressive now.

She visited my house a few months ago when she came to see her doctor. She dreaded coming because she heard I live in a tall house and was afraid she'll not be able to climb all the stairs. She was thankful to find that I have a sitting area on each floor so that she could rest in between. Lola has 20/20 vision (thanks to the laser eye surgery she underwent a few years ago) and keen hearing (thanks to the big guy upstairs). I kept asking if she was hard of hearing already and she kept telling me no until the 5th or 6th time when she asked me if I was hard of understanding already. "Bugok ka na ba?" LOL! I told her she'll probably live to be 150 years old. She said she'd rather not because she's tired despite her fear of dying.

Mom (who is 70!) went home to Macalelon last Sunday because her sister told her Lola was sick. I sent her her favorite queso de bola and some goodies. Mom (who is 70!) told me yesterday that she's better. Imagine that? My Lola's old enough to die. I actually get surprised that I have been in existence for 40 years! I feel like my life has only been half the time it has been. For all we know, I'm near my end, too. Who can tell, eh? Anyway, natural death is rest, no matter the timing and is deserved.

Let's be happy, happy, happy while alive!

Our Silver Jubilee

2010 is the year to watch out for for Batch 1985. That's our 25th anniversary, our grand homecoming!

Rannie and I chatted about it one day I made chika with some of my husband's showbiz friends. He told me how difficult it was to get people together for the effort and he knew for a fact that some people from an exclusive school were even having serious fights about it.

It really is pretty exasperating. People actively talk on our egroup about anything under the sun like babies, monies, properties, trips... until the time when the topic about money for the homecoming comes up. That's when they all faint dead away and fall silent. If not silent, they ask what's going to be spent on and explanations and computations and costing comparisons and stuff when this was all explained a long time ago. It's not as if we employed a coordinating team for it. Hello??? We're all just putting in a little time on this away from our regular lives so if you can't do whatever it is you are asking for yourself, just shut up and send money. Some saying oh, this and that should be done... then do it yourself since it's your freakin' bright idea.

Personally, I don't care to see old schoolmates whom I hardly remember and I'm sure, do not remember me. I don't care to find out what this or that person is doing. I don't care who's rich or richer... poor or poorer. Hell, I don't even ask my own relatives how they are let alone a bunch of acquaintances who'll not give a hoot if I lived or died.

Dela Paz and Valley Golf

The membership of Dela Paz has been canceled while Pangandaman's, suspended. Is there some injustice here or what? Outrageous, isn't it?

The Dela Paz boy is a junior golfer, too.

Dela Paz-Pangandaman Story and My Baby Brothers

The Dela Paz family apparently started the fight with the Pangandaman group over some violated golf etiquette. The Pangandaman group apparently acted only in self defense.

The Agressors: Dela Paz party comprised of a father and his two teen-aged kids
The Victims: Pangandaman party comprised of three male adults and their armed bodyguards.
Hmmm... what to think about this situation... hmmm... (duh?)

My younger brothers, Jun and Sonny, were quite crazy when they were young. They can maul groups of men at anytime. My mom once confronted 4 tricycle drivers because they ganged up on them but she found that the poor tricycle drivers were the ones all beaten up.

Jun once entered an enemy family's house in the middle of the night. Three brothers with their families lived in that house as well as their parents. You'd think they would defend their home against one person? They would have if it were someone other than Jun Ruiz. They all ran to their rooms and locked themselves in. He didn't care who or what or how many you were. He got into fights with policemen, teachers, gang leaders and only God knows how he survived. He even got shot during a fight with a policeman. The bullet grazed his temple!

Sonny was more level-headed. He was the one who always tried to calm Jun down to avoid brawls. However, once the brawl started Sonny can be ruthless. He was tall and muscled as a young man with black belts in a couple of violent sports (tae kwon do and another wang chai art plus arnis) and he used whatever was available as weapons very wisely. Sonny was like the Rock when he was young and he could beat any man to a pulp.

Now... if the Dela Paz party was comprised of my baby brothers, I wouldn't be surprised if they started a fight with a much, much bigger group.

Can you imagine what my suitors went through back then?