I, with my fellow charitable worker and her scientist boyfriend cum physicist cum mountaineer, biker, traversed a four-hour bus trip to one of the communities served by World Vision in Iba, Zambales. We got off the bus at around 11 am, sloshed on a few slices of sweet watermelon from one of the hospitable staff, then had a quick lunch at an unreasonably pricey fastfood chain in the area to brace ourselves for the long afternoon ahead. After minutes of facing sharp slaps of wind as we rode the jeepney, carrying with us an additional sack of Noche Buena packs, we finally reached the Barangay Porac where we were welcomed by anticipating children and their mothers. As soon as we sat on our seats facing the eager audience, the program started. Before the actual distribution of Noche Buena packs was done, there was a short talent show and quick talks of thanks to those who made the mission possible.


For our other purpose in visiting the area, we picked the most memorable and brownest faces of children in the crowd that would be perfect for the Noche Buena photoshoot material we need for the newsletter. Off we picked our footsies and ran to the beach and basked on what's left of the sun before it sets. Cecile also interviewed a family who has received a Noche Buena gift from their sponsor. I would not forget that memorable day, as this last batch of children and families excitedly lined-up for the blessings stored for them and for theirs to enjoy as they spend dinner together before Christmas day-well not exactly at midnight, but I'm thinking that most will be feasting on them for Christmas day lunch. There were families of seven children, of eight, even of fourteen, but before I glared on my critique why they dare to bear kids beyond their economic capacity and lifestyle, a cheerful thought clouded me just seeing how this small act of sharing and spending time mean a lot to how they will celebrate Christmas.

It so happened that I dropped by Gloria Jean's for an SOS email check this morning after handing Picture Folders of unsponsored children at our booth, being told yesterday surprisingly that we have a lack of them (a shortage of a hundred) and all other booths running during the IMC the 2nd this time of the year. And this happened-to-pass-by moment went on for many hours as I shockingly realized I've been in hibernating online for almost a year now. If for most people (OA they may be) claim that they're gonna die without the internet, then I must be on my second life then.

I've checked on my few social networks, and guessed that most of my closest friends really and WILL NOT be logging soon.

It's almost gift-giving season and here are my Top Five Wanna-Gifts-To-Receive:

1. Colored clothershangers, lots of them...
2. Canon Selphy printer
3. Digicam or 2 spare batteries for my Sony cam
4. Real big desk organizer
5. Laptop leather bag (high endurance)

My Lakbayan Grade is C!

Le Magnifique Magdapio (Pagsanjan) Falls!

My latest favorite movie of Ashton is The Guardian.

This is not real. The most important websites were just blocked by the office.

The ultimate yoghurt drink...

LIVE TO TELL

I have a tale to tell
Sometimes it gets so hard to hide it well
I was not ready for the fall
Too blind to see the writing on the wall

A man can tell a thousand lies
I've learned my lesson well
Hope I live to tell
The secret I have learned,
'till thenIt will burn inside of me

I know where beauty lives
I've seen it once,
I know the warm she gives
The light that you could never see
It shines inside, you can't take that from me

The truth is never far behind
You kept it hidden wellIf I live to tell
The secret I knew then
Will I ever have the chance again
If I ran away, I'd never have the strength
To go very far
How would they hear the beating of my heart
Will it grow cold
The secret that I hide, will I grow old
How will they hear
When will they learn
How will they know

Charlotte’s Web by EB White was THE INSPIRING MOVIE that made me catch up what my mind and heart should always understand and feel.

The Characters

Fern – is the child with the golden heart
Wilbur – is the spring pig ready for slaughter before Christmas
Templeton – is the selfish yet supportive rat that achieved his purpose
Charlotte – is the perfect friend, a spider, hideous they say, but knows how to sacrifice and keep her word

Some say that life is a gift, that ordinary things are miracles, like when a hideous eight-legged, multi-eyed spider spins a crystal web, the rays of the sun bent on the clouds at the crack of dawn, and how seeds become maple trees. Something or someone dies and hundreds of babies are born. What am I dreaming of? Do I work my guts off which seemed like hitting aimlessly at the wind? One dreams of miracles that are monumental, like a Red Sea or Burning Bush phenomenon, then you realize that the sea splashing and the bush growing are miracles by themselves. Search for mammoth remains but trek ambitiously the heights of the Siberian ranges or dig the plates of their deserts. When you rejoice deliriously having found a cavity of a dead saber-tooth, convince yourself that a miracle dawned upon you. Dinosaurs have definitely strolled the fertile crescent and you don’t have to search for tracks for it is never impossible for such reptiles to exist and become extinct or maybe through natural selection theory, the surroundings opted for their smaller counterparts which are the rhinos, iguanas, hippos and gila monsters. Dragons are a different story. Flames thrown out from their tongues may be misinterpreted as only hot breath due to the sweltering heat of lavas in tectonic plate- moving.

That’s what life is all about – a cycle of life and death, of peak and decline. Life is a gift, of spent on the things that you value most. As a kid, I used to play the piano. The uneven keys that my small fingers touched as they played a polka melody is a wonder as music can be made only through the coordination of the eyes, muscle and brain plus the mechanism inside the piano.

It hurts like hell being without parents who you anticipated to come by you until your babies become adults and have babies of their own. Not everyone has that chance and not everyone should have replicated lives since our lives are individually sketched to perfect the divine, magnifique and grande scheme of things. Some things are unbelievable and quite hard to convince ourselves that they really are happening or have happened. Did I ever thought of having no one to ask if I should marry this or that guy? Did I ever thought that they’d only last that long? The lesson – learn to value the little things, even the persons you took for granted. Do not wait until you sense that your end is nearing before you attempt to contribute generously your time, your energy and your worth to someone or something. Smile like the sunshine, and whisper like the moonlight. Your breath is as valuable as the last breath of a dying endangered specie. Make your laughter count as if it adds to your length of years. Your heart can stop beating any minute and it is too late to wave farewell to the blissful scenery as you dwell on your bitter sorrows and regrets.

They say that your happiest moment is a few minutes before your death. I believe in that somehow, though one might not be truly aware of that exact situation when his/her time is almost up. Daddy was an exemption. His most perfect and peaceful moment might be his being disoriented as he tries to peel an apple like an orange. When he is not himself, he is silent. He doesn’t complain on his surrendering innards. I recalled a different peace before death on bicycling without hands moment of Meg Ryan on City of Angels. No one can be perfectly be happy and content in this short a lifetime. One can only be joyful knowing that you have jumped higher than the hurdles and dived deeper that than the deepest trenches.

A Day at the Easter Weaving School.
Feeling the weave on my tired skin.

Saw a hardware store along the National Hiway in Laguna named:

FAG Bearing Center...

And the other choice...

"What to buy?" Aside of course for having just a pair of my dream shoe Camper, I would jump for joy if Denise could get a hold of this classic...

Daddy has been gone for almost 4 months now. The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away. Mommy has been gone for almost 9 years now. The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.

Love and serve your parents as if tomorrow will never come.

A Day at Rikugien Gardens, Tokyo

May 5, 2008

This year had been my best traveling experience as the Lord blessed me with a younger sister who invited me to visit her to her host scholarship country, Japan. If not for the sole reason of her mabuhay miles on the brink of dropping, it would have taken me longer to buy that plane ticket to the land of the rising sun. I was there for technically 8 days to visit Denise and of course to enjoy the sights, sounds and tastes of Japan. I am still now gasping and longing to go back to the cuckoo sounds echoing the streets when it’s time for you to cross; to inhale the cool and refreshing slap of the gentle wind when we went biking round the parks that strip Tokyo Bay; gulp that cold bottle of Calpis after the long mind twisting, neck breaking, foot running and nervous digging of the ticket in Tokyo’s intestinal pattern of subways and surfaced mae’s, machi’s and dori’s.

Day 1 – April 21 - Monday
DisneySea is our gate to an 8 day escape to a world of fashion, expensive food, temple and shrine marathons, vendo machines and 24-hour convenience stores on every block, sento (public baths), manicured Azalea bushes, quaint shops selling fans alongside okashi (rice-based sweets) boxed like fancy jewelries, sembei (Japanese crackers), ukiyo-e (woodblock prints) and Hello Kitty’s, Ampanmans, Doraemon’s and Stitchs (yes…from Lilo and Stitch).

DisneySea is a huge metropolitan of grandeuse architecture featuring Renaissance Europe with matching Gondola cruises, America’s Goldrush and African Tropics as they individually themed it to the Mediterranean Harbor, American Waterfront, Port Discovery, Lost River Delta, Arabian Coast, Mysterious Island and Mermaid Lagoon.

Denise and I, with our limited time and short lower extremities were only able to traverse the following:

Electric Railway

Transit Streamer Line

Stormrider – nakakatawa yung mature woman who briefed us before the ride, kasi she’s passionately serious about a tornado nearing our location

Aquatopia – simply the best!!!!!

Indiana Jones Adventure Temple of the Crystal Skull

Sinbad’s Storybook Voyage – I almost cried here. The puppet tour was too magnifique.

Journey to The Center of the Earth – di naming inasahan ni Denise and sudden drop

20,000 Leagues Under the Sea – so gayish and fake, for those who love powerpuff girls and has only been to Cubao carnival in their whole life

Ariel’s Greeting Grotto – oops parang tired and plastic na ang smile ni Ariel, (she won’t forget to say hi to Flounder from us)

Mermaid Lagoon Theater – we watched “live” the musical production Under the Sea with Ariel, Flounder and other ocean creatures hanging and dancing to and fro the ceiling, well Sebastian was the best performer

I got to rub elbows with Jafar and Gimini Cricket. Just these two fictional mascots since me and Denise have to maximize our photo shooting.

We had curry for lunch and ice cream in the afternoon. We left at 5 pm as our calves and soles are breaking in half.

A few of Denise friends (2 Alishirs, Sardor and Asako) invited us to join them for a few drinks somewhere were we saw one shop which had a poster of Filipinas titled “POGI”.

Day 2 – April 22 - Tuesday

Rikugien Gardens, Tokyo Imperial Palace, basta temple-hopping
GRIPS party welcoming new students, ate little for all that’s left were non-edible-looking so I toast to Coke instead before the dancing, then got bored exit back to TIEC.

Day 3 – April 23 - Wednesday
Denise had class in the morning at GRIPS and so she left me in Roponggi, on one of the streets that align with Tully’s Coffee and Banana Republic. Roponggi Hills was the elite area of Tokyo as I started breezing through Mori Tower, of which I didn’t go to the viewing deck mainly because I wasn’t interested but headed instead to the Museum shop within the confines; West Walk which is the mall for the affluent Tokyoites as you see in their choreographed walks, shopping sprees and pang-alta-c-ciudad manners; that area where the streets are passed by Porsches, Alfa Romeos and Lamborghinis, of which a Mini-Cooper showroom is present, where street gardeners maintain small patches of very beautiful blooms organized in flowerbeds, where daga-looking dogs are showed-off like firstborns and whose leashes are Hello Kitty’s, and last but not the least boutiques that have live mannequins posing and waving on the shop windows. I spent most of my time sitting down, drinking orange juice and iced tea in a large area with tables and chairs and a big TV monitor that spoke alien while popping dried plums on my cottony mouth.

As Alishir, a friend of Denise, just got time available to take me around, he volunteered to take me around. Our first stop was at a park, I forgot the name, where we just walked, talked, people-watched and appreciate a lagoon garden. Since it’s time Denise may have already finished her classes, Alish took a short quick tour of GRIPS before we meet Denise.

We had pecking duck dinner at a Chinese restaurant where the waitress was kind of impolite which led us to think she’s not Japanese. After that hearty meal, we passed by a nearby giftshop to salivate on the small and carnal goodies.

Day 4 – April 24 -Thursday
Museum of Modern Art visit. Most works were Impressionist style.
Shinjuku window shopping, Tokyo Hands was the best. Nightbus for Kyoto at 11 pm.

Day 5 – April 25 -Friday
Kyoto was sooooo cold, or is it because we got out of the bus at 6 am?
Had breakfast at Mcdonalds within the confines of the train station. Navigated towards K’s House and walking was not really funny. It bore a clot on my right big toe. We just left our baggage and wasted no time to accomplish what we went there for, visit the World Heritage Sites which are solely Buddhist temples and Shinto shrines.

Shopped for sneakers, had authentic ramen for lunch and dinner? (I forgot where)

Went to an onsen (had indoor and outdoor) and bathed until we had headaches and there’s no more dead skin to shed in the shower.

Slept mightily and woke up at 9 am

Day 6 – April 26-Saturday

Had Shakey’s lunch and went temple racing
Travelled to Osaka to check-in on the dingy hotel that has free internet service

Day 7 – April 27-Sunday-Osaka Day – visited the largest aquarium in the world whose main star is a baby whale shark (maybe from the waters of Donsol, Sorsogon).
We met up with Denise Japanese friend and off we went to Osaka tower na chaka and typical congestion ng gray buildings ang view, ate from the best Takoyaki-selling store, and ate again on their famous streetfood long-queued store of which you will treat yourself to a wide array of breaded anything (from cheese, green pepper, pork, asparagus, squid, cherry tomatoes, etc) with freshly-cut raw cabbage as side dish.

Went back to Kyoto to take the 11 pm nightbus for Tokyo

Day 8 – April 28-Monday
ODAIBA sights, biking, Aqua City, Venus Fort and 100 yen shop

Day 9 - April 29-Tuesday

Day 10– April 30-Wednesday-Ueno and 100 yen shop
Farewell Dinner

Day 11 – May 1-Thursday
9:30 flight back to Manila through Narita Airport

With Angelyn and Andre before we took the boat back to Batangas...

Paparazzi...

Before the actual dive...

At Portofino's...

Touristy in Sabang...

The resto-bar...

Angelyn's...the best resort and restaurant in Sabang, Puerto Galera! Hooray!

Thank you Angelyn! I reeaallly appreciate it!

Before the sun sets.

Brainweed?

Veterano sa Sabang.

The floating bar.

Mini-katig.

"Thanks Master Pisces for the free ride. Dami ba maganda sa white beach manong?"

Veggie for the mermans.

"Delicacy..."

"Manong, sabi ko balut, hindi penoy!" No choice na ko, di na kita nahabol.

White Beach's neighborly sewage that doesn't seem to go straight to the ozienne.

The dancing sun and its worshippers sa White Beach.

The thinning pose.

Say "hi"!

Bayanan beach was our first stop. It had the most swimmer friendly waters

and sand that doesn't get into the pockets of your shorts.

Off to our Galera beach tour...

Good that the first official Puerto Galera trip was not so typical as expected. Thanks to Angelyn - my highschool friend – their family runs a resort and restaurant in Sabang Beach and not at White Beach. Sabang Beach, is that part of Puerto Galera where the dive enthusiasts concentrate and a few meters away lang are the famous dive sites of Verde Island, Hole in the Wall and the wrecks in Sabang Bay. Sabang is also where the finest dive resorts/shops are located. Add to that, after a whole day of diving and snorkeling, you can end it by taking time to drink and relax on the nearby floating bars. As compared to White Beach, Sabang still has a few patches of paradise if one looks hard enough.

Leaving the Jam bus station at 6:30 AM, we arrived at the Batangas Pier at around 11 AM due to the horrific traffic kasi meron daw fiesta…We took the 12 noon boat trip to Sabang and arrived at around 2:00 PM. Angelyn’s place was easy to locate since the lady I talked with on the boat was a family friend of Angelyn and knew where the resort is. The last time I saw Gigi was on our highschool graduation and how after the many years have passed, walang nabago sa face ng friend ko. I was surprised kasi she had the same face, pati expressions, well kasi for most people nababago lahat especially after having kids and change of lifestyle. Well for Angelyn, she claimed she might still have that same skin glow cause she frees herself from stress, having lived in Puerto Galera after college.

Because I’m a friend, Angelyn I got the afternoon a free beach hopping tour courtesy of one of their outriggers. Bayanan Beach had the most sought after bathing and dipping experience, according to Ging, since it has the cleanest and coolest water plus the perfect sand granule size that would not get in your bathing suit. What I also noticed is that once you merge in the water, it gradually deepens to my ideal swim area height – around 4 feet – not the type of beach na you have to walk miles before you reach that point na perfect ang swim height. Next visit to Sabang, we promise to spend the whole day on that beach. Beware lang kasi the stretch do not have shades for you to cover up so bring a small tent. The beach is nothing extraordinary, pero kasi it’s free of the noisy crowds and asungot sa mga nakahilata sa sand. After the usual photoshoots and splishsplashing, we headed to the Galera – White Beach – that everyone is all so fanatic and ecstatic about. Ika-nga ni Ging, poor-man’s Bora daw…haha…Ging ha di ka bourgeois. Maybe nga kasi Galera is just a bus and a boat away, way cheaper as compared to flying na ang mahal mahal ng terminal fee, chaka naman ang airport.

As expected, the whole stretch was about a one-fifth that of White Beach in Boracay. Crowds comprise mostly of highschoolish and collegish types, purely gimmick ang habol and definitely not nature kasi it’s far less environmental as compared to Batangas. Ang activities mo lang sa sunud-sunod na araw would just be food-trip, muscle flex ang boys and pa-men (dami pa-men na naka-trunks habang nagvovolley), and sa girls naman, bootylicious and cleavage galore and shouting ang effort. Sabi nga ni Ging, that area on the west tip of the beach is called Jurassic cave, and that’s where the action is – you know what I mean, pero male to pa-men, transvestite o kung ano pa man. Before we got off the boat for White Beach, we even saw specks of pabibo-dudes and dudettes na akyat baba panaog sa rocks from the mouth of the cave na walang safety gear at mukang andun lang for curiosity, yun pala tatlong merong beach lang ang maaabutan on the other side.

After walking and people-watching, we headed back to our boat at 5:30. I looooove the boatride back to Sabang since you’re basked on the sun setting and the view was purrfect.

For some reason, early ang taps naming, out of pagod and katamaran siguro mag-disco fever or whatever they offer. We had a sumptuous dinner (care of Angelyn’s restaurant) of no less than my favorite Chicken Ala King and Ging had his Fish Fillet with mushroom sauce gulped with ice cold cola.

Waking up around 9 am, I had a brunch of ham, cheese and bacon omelette, while Ging had Tapsilog. Since the boat leaves pa at 1 pm, we had time to walk along neighboring resorts until we reached La Laguna. La Laguna is now better and more developed from the last time I’ve been there na puro low-rate resorts and girlie bars left and right. After shakes and ice cream at Pontefino, we headed back to the resort to shower and pack our bags.

From the boat station in Sabang, we took the one and a half hour trip to Batangas Pier on the Father and Sons boat, realizing later when I checked on the ticket that Rockey Ilagan was the proprietor – brother ni Angelyn. Hehe…we could have gotten free boat tickets if Gigi have introduced him to us and if nandon siya sa beach on our departure. The waters were A-ok, at the middle part of the trip lang ang roller-coaster ride. Once we barged at the Batangas port, we immediately went looking for the line of buses headed for Manila, no time for bathroom refresh or wiwi, We took the RRCG bus line parked in the dirty and mejo divisoria smelling ang temporary station, since it’s the only new-looking bus and from the outside seemingly malakas ang aircon, but to our dismay, hindi kinaya and full capacity ng bus. While waiting for the bus to be full, there were swarms and pulu-pulutong of vendors, with their unsurrendering kakulitan –meaning to say they would not leave your seat until you say no ten times. Pasalubongs for sale range from buko pie, shingaling, meringue, ampaw, tupig, peanut britol, panucha. Mejo nakakapikon kasi the bus was poorly airconditioned kahit na bago siya and most vendors who might have showered spit on our heads offer the same goods from the previous ones who got out already. I got a laugh when one vendor said “ pasalubong pasalubong para sa mga katulong” - maybe out of desperation to sell his goodies, rhyming kaya poetic pa ang words. And I realized that most of the passengers looked non-poor, most of them barkadas from call centers, well obviously kasi casual conversation e exaggerated Am accent ang drama and a few who have carry company-named duffel bags. After butt-aching and hita-mooshing bus ride, we finally reached the station at 5:30 PM. We rewarded ourselves with chicken mami and binalot. Minus the traffic, the trip was worth repeating.

TIME TO SAY GOODBYE

Quando sono sala Sogno all'orrizonte E mancan le parole Si lo sa che nono ce luce In una stanza quando manca il sole Si non ci sei tu con me, con me Su le finestre Monstra a tutti il mio cuore Che hai accesso Chiundi dentro me La luce che hai incontrato per strada Time to say goodbye, Paesi che no ho mai Veduto e visssuto con te Adesso si li vivro con te partiro Su navi per mari Che io lo so No no non essitono piu, It's time to say goodbye Quando sei lontana Sogno all'orizzonte E mancan le parole E io si lo so che sei con me Tu mia lunatu sei qui con me Mio sole tu sei qui con me ,con me, Con me,con me Time to say goodbye Paesi che no ho mai Veduto e vissuto con te Adesso si li vivro Con te partiro Su navi per mari Che io lo so No no non esitono piu Con te io li rivivro Con te partiro Su navi per mari Che io lo so No no non esistono piu Con te io li rivivro Con te parti ro Lo con te

When I'm alone I dream of the horizon and words fail me.There is no light in a room where there is no sunand there is no sun if you're not here with me, with me.From every window unfurls my heart the heart that you have won.Into me you've poured the light,the light that you found by the side of the road.
Time to say goodbye.Places that I've never seen or experienced with you.Now I shall, I'll sail with you upon ships across the seas,seas that exist no more,it's time to say goodbye.
When you're far away I dream of the horizon and words fail me.And of course I know that you're with me, with me.You, my moon, you are with me.My sun, you're here with me with me, with me, with me.
Time to say goodbye.Places that I've never seen or experienced with you.Now I shall, I'll sail with you upon ships across the seas,seas that exist no more,
Both:I'll revive them with you.I'll go with you upon ships across the seas,seas that exist no more,I'll revive them with you.I'll go with you.
You and me.

An exam is near but I still found time to watch movies for the past days.

These are my recent favorite movies of all times...

Romantic:

The Way We Were - i love Barbra Streisand's nose and attitude and dashing Robert Redford's face, much more handsome than Brad Pitt

Love Story - i first was surprised on Ali McGraw's deep voice and waxy expressions whenever she speaks, it seems as if her whole face is moving and talks with gusto even when the dialogue should be a little faint. I love love her fashion!!! Ryan O'Neal was a typical blond guy without any appeal..he looks kind though.

Nice bags mmm?

MISS THE ORANGE BOOTHS

2 years ago, I resided in this corner near Greenbelt.....and walked these paths for coffee and books.

Dry Your Eyes -The Streets

In one single moment your whole life can turn 'round I stand there for a minute starin' straight into the ground Lookin' to the left slightly, then lookin' back down World feels like it's caved in - proper sorry frown Please let me show you where we could only just be, for us I can change and I can grow or we could adjust The wicked thing about us is we always have trust We can even have an open relationship, if you must I look at her she stares almost straight back at me But her eyes glaze over like she's lookin' straight through me Then her eyes must have closed for what seems an eternity When they open up she's lookin' down at her feet Dry your eyes mate I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up There's plenty more fish in the sea Dry your eyes mate I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts But you've got to walk away now It's over So then I move my hand up from down by my side It's shakin', my life is crashin' before my eyes Turn the palm of my hand up to face the skies Touch the bottom of her chin and let out a sigh 'Cause I can't imagine my life without you and me There's things I can't imagine doin', things I can't imagine seein' It weren't supposed to be easy, surely Please, please, I beg you please She brings her hands up towards where my hands rested She wraps her fingers round mine with the softness she's blessed with She peels away my fingers, looks at me and then gestures By pushin' my hand away to my chest, from hers Dry your eyes mate I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up There's plenty more fish in the sea Dry your eyes mate I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts But you've got to walk away now It's over And I'm just standin' there, I can't say a word 'Cause everythin's just gone I've got nothin' Absolutely nothin' Tryin' to pull her close out of bare desperation Put my arms around her tryin' to change what she's sayin' Pull my head level with hers so she might engage in Look into her eyes to make her listen again I'm not gonna fuckin', just fuckin' leave it all now 'Cause you said it'd be forever and that was your vow And you're gonna let our things simply crash and fall down You're well out of order now, this is well out of town She pulls away, my arms are tightly clamped round her waist Gently pushes me back and she looks at me straight Turns around so she's now got her back to my face Takes one step forward, looks back, and then walks away Dry your eyes mate I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up There's plenty more fish in the sea Dry your eyes mate I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts But you've got to walk away now It's over I know in the past I've found it hard to say Tellin' you things, but not tellin' straight But the more I pull on your hand and say The more you pull away Dry your eyes mate I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up There's plenty more fish in the sea Dry your eyes mate I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts But you've got to walk away now.

I miss this blogsite. Fuzzy fizzy curly hair for the new year! Hooray! Second best big major change I've done from the time I promised myself to do something unconventional. I got to hang out at a neighborhood salon before Christmas and right that minute dccided to convert my boooooooooring heh to freaky curly 2-hour perm that ran all the way from the scalp to the shoulders. I had to bear with the disinfectant smell of the perm lotion for a couple of days, plus the mounds of dandruff (it normally happens as a natural reaction to strong perm formula) that completely said goodbye only 2 days ago.

I promise I'm gonna take a few self-shots of this metamorphosis. I just haven't tamed it the perfect pictury flair but wait till I got the time.

I gained almost 10 pounds from last month...surprisingly, cause I haven't plunged on carbo during the holidays but I admit that I drank too much cola....super daming coke sessions, it was water for me...drank it during breakfast and before going to sleep. Fact proven...cola is fattening...to that extent that the bulge in my tummy reached na my love handles.