Not just chocs

Oh.my.gosh.

I said I have to find out WHY, only to learn a few more things I'd rather not know at all.

Note: Click here of you're willing to know more about filth on OTHER foods. Don't say I didn't warn you.

So sorry for my eyes!

Listening to: Simple Plan's Addicted

Aaack! My eyes are really sore! The late nights are now taking its toll on me. I know, my eyebags are here to stay, but my eyes... they can no longer stand staring at the computer screen for minutes due to fatigue. So this'll be a quick post, oki?

I need to go to the grocer again. This time I'll add these must must-haves:

• Ice compress
• Eye drops

And I have to sleep early this time! Tsk

From fab to flab =(

Mondays are almost always a bore. Nothing much (or nothing at all) to blog about.

Anyway, I am absolutely not making this up, ok? But really, I was mistaken as a mannequin in Greenhills shopping arcade last Sunday! I was just staring at some shirts when a woman from behind grabbed my arms. I looked at her and she was like, "Oh, I thought you're a mannequin! I was just about to move you away from the walkway" and kept on saying sorry and seemed embarrassed. The salesgirl near us was laughing, and I told her, "Duh, I'm not even slim enough to be like one!" But maybe the woman's a pickpocket-er, if there's such a term. You'll never know, right? Even inside shopping malls, you have to be extra careful with your belongings. But still, I'm flattered. Heh.

And then I was on my way to work this morning when the driver said to me, " You're getting fat. Did you just settled down?" I was shocked and just said, "I'm too young to get hitched! I'm only 24." But really, if you settle down, you get fat? Maybe, as some ladies get disoriented with their new role as a wife. But that doesn't happen to everyone.

Gee, I really really have to get back to working out! I don't have a decent exercise for three weeks already! Sad.

Need some windin' up

I was reading a back issue of People magazine and I saw there a photo of model Claudine Trillo with Webb indicated as her new last name. I searched the Net and found out that she is married to one of my high school crushes, pro basketball player Jason Webb. And they already have two kids! Sigh... They make a cute couple anyway.

The air is crisp now. Manila weather should stay this way for more summer luvin'.

And my mom bought rings as gift for me and my sister. She actually bought the rings as graduation gift for my sister and the other so I won't get jealous (I think). I'm supposed to post a photo of the rings but somehow I can't upload it. Blogger must be funked up. Anyway, I'm loving it so much. Thanks mum!

Alright, I am really out of whack right now. This is supposed to be a long entry about my day but I can't organize my thoughts. Pft. Must be due to my lack of eight-hour sleep (for five days straight!), eating junkfood (heaps!), and humid Manila weather. Ok, gotta go now.

No wait....

Ok.

Yeah, I was thinking of posting something about me getting quite messed up these days. It started with my sister's graduation. You know, the whole I-wanna-style-her-so-she'll-look-fab-on-her-g'day thing. Little did she knew I was window shopping on my own after our trip to SM Pampanga. I was quite stressed then. I dunno. I was really in a karir mode with getting her in style. And then come her g-day, then the trip to Mall of Asia, PLUS the funken humid weather. Dear, you will really get irritated! Then I got home and not exactly getting enough sleep, coz of the funken weather again. Dammit, I really wish summer's over.

And then these past weekdays I was going home late from work, getting sleep for just four hours, and then work first thing in the morning. I wanna file for a leave but we have stock exchange training this week. It'll be very exciting to know how to analyze charts (since I've studied the basics in Bloomberg University and it really got me interested -- yea, nerd. whatevs) and predict how the stocks will perform in the near future, and then write about them and investors will read your post and follow your say and then the prices will go the way you told them so and then they'll praise you and even kiss your feet (and give you moolah if they lurve you). Whew! There. It is all about the moolah -- and the excitement and energy around it, really. Whatevs!

So yeah.... the mixed emos gave me a zit on my forehead, dark eye circles (although they're meant to stay -- but they got darker than ever), and unkempt feet. I really need to go to a spa. And more decent sleep.

Sigh... Can't wait for the weekend.