For Whom The Fish Thaws

Random thoughts while thawing the fish.

Image is from here

~ Dalagang bukid, in english, is Yellow Tail Fusilier. This fish brings back happy childhood memories. Fried dalagang bukid means dinner with everyone. If I remember correctly, it happened three times.

~ Frying fish is not cooking. It's meditation.

~ Damn, I'm really fat. Four-year old kid looks at my tummy and asks "may baby dyan?"

~ Someone I recently met is a bombshell. Beautiful, talented, mom trapped in a porn star's body. Just found out that she used to be F A T. Then the husband had an affair... She did everything possible to be get rid of the fats. She started dressing up. She started wearing make up. Things are much better between her and hubby now. The saddest, but most effective, motivator for losing weight - losing your husband.

~ My mind cannot accept that "losing" is pronounced "loo-sing." My Filipino brain wants to spell the word the way it's pronounced.

~ While frying fish, I checked out the DVDs in our book shelf and found Carmen. I remembered how close I got to being hot in 2007/2008. Through diet, swimming and her divine intervention during weekdays, I lost almost 20 pounds. Only to get pregnant... which was kewl!

~ I like what Yuri said about being slim - a lot of us have gone to the promise land of beautiful bodies only to be banished after a while... good thing is, you can always go back.

Season 5, Episode 9

Almost done. One last before I take a nap.

Sorry my dear, I'm taking one big leap towards emotional independence and interesti-fying myself. That's my big word for 2012.

We're no longer watching these things together.

Speechless

Don't know much about the guy. Never really Google-d him. I just know that whenever people rave about some of his quotable quotes, I go... "but Covey/Maxwell already said that."

I don't know much about the guy but the title of the article got me. I just had to read. And for someone who hasn't owned, nor touched, anything Apple... it's sad that my first interaction with Mr. Jobs didn't get me to "think different" about my outsider (of the Apple cult) prejudice against him. 

He is, like their products, overrated.

Read article here.

A Fantasy, Captured on TV

"Look at you... getting me to engage in the social sciences... You're a vixen, Amy Farrah Fowler." - Sheldon


I don't care what other people think I've accomplished. I don't care what other people think about who I am. I only care about what He thinks. I am only proud of me, when He's proud of me. I am only beautiful when he posts pictures of me in his Facebook profile page. I am only smart if he tells his editor friends that I am.

And this should change in 2012.

This time around, I only need to care about what I think. Period.

Tuesday afternoon art project

(from last week)

My love affair with accessories started in 2006. It's been a profound connection (to date), I don't see myself giving up on it within the next 20 years.

With what I've acquired, lost, and continue to acquire... storage is becoming a serious business. Here's a little art project for my bracelets. Will need to make more because I plan to get more! Hahah!

Materials: 

Tea Can (Ate J found it somewhere, someone's trash became my precious find)

Container of SmellCil from Zhai

Ribbon Reel (not sure how it's called)

Mighty Bond