Normalcy

I do believe that things are slowly going back to normal. Never mind that 1-week Gustav ”hurrication” I had in Florida where I was again thrown off track after more than a month of cultural and environmental adjustment.

Ask why I think things are slowly going back to normal..Well, for one thing, I’ve reverted to my sometimes-moronic self (am I hearing many times??). Like buying that hair iron at Walmart thinking I screwed them for getting it at the awesome price of $6. When I got home, I found out it was actually priced at $20! I wanted to return it because I was thinking how stupid they were for putting it in the hairclip section. But then I remembered my hair badly NEEDED hair iron. So I now have a long, shiny, ironed-flat hair <flip it!>

I’m hoping though that my so-called blog passion will return to normal too.

It Ain’t Over ‘Til The Fat Lady Sings

All I have are remnants of my stay in Brunei. Kuih moor on my mouth right now and 3kgs of excess fats in my body I am frantic to lose ASAP (maybe after this another kuih..)

Gosh! 3kgs of fats in places where they shouldn’t be! Abs! Arms! Thighs!!!

Have you ever asked yourself why is it that when you eat more, you get hungry more. Eat less, less hunger pains. The worse thing is, hunger pains are so hard to ignore!

I must confess, and this is not good, that I ate so much in Brunei. There’s no exaggeration here–I really ate so much that each night of the 15 days that I was there, I laid down in bed with a bloated stomach, breathing difficulty and fear of bangungot. One time, after a bible study night, I ate 3 (sshh!!) bowls of dinuguan and 3 big slices of home-made puto! It was sooooo good I found myself in the toilet throwing up a good measure of those foods in the bowl (I know this is gross but I’m not forcing you to read this haha) so that I could breathe normally. I know it was not bulimia but gluttony! And that’s so bad! I was bad    

I went to my soon to be mom-in-law’s birthday party this afternoon. Last time they saw me was about three weeks ago, before I left for Brunei. First thing they said to me was: “Parang ang taba mo?” I was about to say, ”No, you guys just need glasses” when J’s sister blurted, “Buntis ka ba, ang laki ng tyan mo??”

“Ermm…no..these…uhm..are…(gulp) FATS!!!!”

When I got home, my mum (my mum!!! whose supposed to tell you nothing but the WHOLE truth) told my dad so loudly I think the neigbors heard the dreaded “tingnan-mo-anak-mo-ang-LAKI-ng-tinaba”

Okay! Okay! I got fat! I gained weight! I ate so many fried and oily foods in Brunei and the likes of Nasi Katok and buttered prawn! BUT…no mistake about this…

I. Will. Lose. These. Fats!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Today’s sing along song: Instant Weight Lose by Sparks

The Verdict

  I’m guilty and was guilty of many things today. It started this morning at church. The pastor reminded us that in Hebrews 4:17, you sin when you do not do something you know you ought to do. Oh my…like that time when I was at a footbridge in EDSA and saw this man with a huge goiter asking for alms? Well..I pitied him but I was running so late I didn’t bother to stop ang give him some money. Sin. Bad.
     Also, a few hours ago, I was in YM with my guy. We were talking about something not really important when my hand itched to open his mail and this other messenger. I’m a sucker for inside information, I admit that. I know it’s a bad manner (okay! THE worst manner) but I just can’t help it. To make myself feel better, I told my guy. Of course he was not happy. But he was understanding about it all. And THAT made me feel worse. Guiltier. Bad, bad, bad!  
     Then, earlier this afternoon, I was in the mood enough to clean my closet. Man, what a closet! I mean, I didn’t know I’ve been keeping so many junk in there. I saw this sheer blue top with matching sheer blue skirt. Floral. Hideous. No wonder the tag is still in it. I’ve never worn the thing. I was about to put in the Please-Give-To-Whoever-Cares plastic bag when I remember something…that pair, that hideous pair..was from my dad. He gave it to me a few years back. He had no money I was sure but he bought it. For me. 
     Now, my dad has little taste with fashion but that dress has to go back to the closet. In fact, I’m planning to wear it next Sunday. Looking hideous or not. But truth be told, when I try to fit it in front of the mirror, it didn’t look so bad. In fact, it did make me feel like a li’l princess inside. 
     People said it’s never too late to change. I’m glad it’s so true, ace.

     Today’s sing along song: “Guilty” by de Souza feat Shena