Chinny Chin Chin!
This morning, on my way to work in Libis, I sent a message to my mahal. The content goes like this:
Mahal, mataba na ba ako? (Mahal, am I fat?)
His reply: Okay lang, mataba rin naman ako. (It's okay, I'm also fat.)
I freaked out, I tell you. I mean, for the last 22 years in my life here on earth, I've never been told I'm fat or sentences pertaining to that. And here is my better half, saying I am just by reading between the lines! I'm reduced to a blubbering mass of goo, I tell you!
No wonder my clothes doesn't fit that well anymore. (Read: clothes that are baggy in places that matter) I keep noticing that my unmentionables are somewhat tight now in my upper bumper - which makes mahal happy, of course. Unfortunately, no matter how much encouragement I give, my lower bumper sadly remains the same. So I may not be as flat as a washboard in front, but I am in the back, which makes it hard to shop for better fitting clothes.
Ah well. In actuality, after much consideration (read: contemplation while washing the dishes over the holidays, heh), I realized I liked my figure now. I just need to shave off excess weight in my tummy-slash-waist area. I practically have no curves now - being my waist the same width as my bust. So, one of my two New Year's Resolution is to go run in the mornings before work or continue my badminton routine every Tuesdays and Thursdays, which I stopped in doing recently due to end of year deadlines. I never do New Year's Resolution stuff (last was when I was still in my earlier years of High School), but this two things are an exception, because these are things that really needs to be done.
Meaning, I need to start pulling my weight. Literally and figuratively.
Moving along, I had a great time in Baguio. It was just so sad that I had to go home - without my mahal at that. It was frickin' cold- it was December, after all. Whenever we went out (usually at parks and stuff - actually didn't care, mahal and I was waay to busy stuffing our mouths, heh) I had to wear almost three layers of clothes - with a bonnet, which mahal bought for me. What really irked me was I couldn't take a bath as much as I wanted to - not unless I want to turn into an ice sculpture inside the bathroom.
Speaking of bathrooms, I almost forgot. During our first morning there, it turned out there was a frickin' Peeping Tom while the ladies were taking their baths. Me included. Ah gad, let me tell you, I quietly freaked out! That was my first experience of being peeped upon, and it wasn't pretty. It was a good thing that it wasn't me that discovered the freak. Because if it was me, I would've screamed the house down, then proceeded to hunt that sorry freak to the ends of Earth and beat the hell out of him before handing him over to mahal.
As it is, it was Ate Beck who discovered him, screaming inside the bathroom before realizing nobody could hear and poking her head outside the bathroom and screaming to everyone that there was, indeed, a Peeping Tom.
Man oh man.
Mahal, mataba na ba ako? (Mahal, am I fat?)
His reply: Okay lang, mataba rin naman ako. (It's okay, I'm also fat.)
I freaked out, I tell you. I mean, for the last 22 years in my life here on earth, I've never been told I'm fat or sentences pertaining to that. And here is my better half, saying I am just by reading between the lines! I'm reduced to a blubbering mass of goo, I tell you!
No wonder my clothes doesn't fit that well anymore. (Read: clothes that are baggy in places that matter) I keep noticing that my unmentionables are somewhat tight now in my upper bumper - which makes mahal happy, of course. Unfortunately, no matter how much encouragement I give, my lower bumper sadly remains the same. So I may not be as flat as a washboard in front, but I am in the back, which makes it hard to shop for better fitting clothes.
Ah well. In actuality, after much consideration (read: contemplation while washing the dishes over the holidays, heh), I realized I liked my figure now. I just need to shave off excess weight in my tummy-slash-waist area. I practically have no curves now - being my waist the same width as my bust. So, one of my two New Year's Resolution is to go run in the mornings before work or continue my badminton routine every Tuesdays and Thursdays, which I stopped in doing recently due to end of year deadlines. I never do New Year's Resolution stuff (last was when I was still in my earlier years of High School), but this two things are an exception, because these are things that really needs to be done.
Meaning, I need to start pulling my weight. Literally and figuratively.
Moving along, I had a great time in Baguio. It was just so sad that I had to go home - without my mahal at that. It was frickin' cold- it was December, after all. Whenever we went out (usually at parks and stuff - actually didn't care, mahal and I was waay to busy stuffing our mouths, heh) I had to wear almost three layers of clothes - with a bonnet, which mahal bought for me. What really irked me was I couldn't take a bath as much as I wanted to - not unless I want to turn into an ice sculpture inside the bathroom.
Speaking of bathrooms, I almost forgot. During our first morning there, it turned out there was a frickin' Peeping Tom while the ladies were taking their baths. Me included. Ah gad, let me tell you, I quietly freaked out! That was my first experience of being peeped upon, and it wasn't pretty. It was a good thing that it wasn't me that discovered the freak. Because if it was me, I would've screamed the house down, then proceeded to hunt that sorry freak to the ends of Earth and beat the hell out of him before handing him over to mahal.
As it is, it was Ate Beck who discovered him, screaming inside the bathroom before realizing nobody could hear and poking her head outside the bathroom and screaming to everyone that there was, indeed, a Peeping Tom.
Man oh man.
"No, no," said the little pig. "By the hair of my chinny chin chin, I will not let you come in."
"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in," said the wolf.
So he huffed and he puffed and he huffed and he puffed. The house of straw fell down and the wolf ate up the first little pig.
posted by Jacq | 11:40 AM
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