Okay, let’s talk about the weather. I’d rather have hot, scorching days rather than cool, rainy ones. Hot weather is easier to resolve, just turn on the air conditioning unit and voila! you’re in 20°C heaven. Well, yes there are those icky moments where you don’t have access to AC like when you’re commuting, for example. I hate the feeling of your clothing sticking to your skin, most especially the feeling of blue jeans clinging to my legs as if it’s sucking the energy out of them. And yeah, my face tends to get itchy on hot, humid days. Aside from those, I don’t have any problems with the hot weather. I reckon there are far more problems associated with the rainy season.Flashfloods, landslides, heavy traffic, people’s roofs being blown apart by the strong winds, dengue, etc. And of course, we have lower sales during the rainy season. So I am just praying it’ll be December soon so we can nice cool weather sans rain.
At last, Jen and Charlyn (aka Tukling aka Buking aka Kambal sa Uma) got their visa for the States already. After a bazillion light years, the stupid US Embassy has given them their visas and finally, they’ll be able to join their parents in the States. My tita adopted these kids (a lá Angelina Jolie) some 4 years ago and now they want to take the kids to the States for a vacation. Kawawa naman yung mga bata, ang tagal ng pinahintay nila. Tukling’s excited pa naman to go to
Now to explain my father’s words of wisdom… Last Friday, mommy, daddy and I ate at Max’s for lunch. We were just talking about random things like the weather, my business, their businesses and how I should not be mean to Charlyn, among others. Then I said that after the kids get their visa, they should go another time instead since there’s only 1 month left of summer vacation and if they stay there for a short period, sayang ang pamasahe. He answered, “hindi mo na problema ‘yun, probelma na nila ‘yun” and that’s when my father drew this imaginary diagram of a hungry goat tied on a post and the patch of grass that is out of the goat’s reach. He asked me what I would do in such situation. I thought it was one of those logic questions and tried to analyze it for awhile then I remembered the diagram and answered “Problema na ng kambing ‘yun.” “Tama,” sagot ni daddy. So there, if I answered “Problema na ng kambing ‘yun” in one of our conversations that just means it’s none of my business and I wouldn’t want to make it my problem.
I just have to comment on how it I can easily and quickly fill up this page while spend minutes, hours even, trying to compose a business profile. Shoot.
And now off to the dreaded and abused topic of weight loss. To start things off, I haven’t started with my diet yet. It’s just that the kids are here and I don’t want them to go hungry so I buy them merienda. So of course, kasama na ako dun. But the kids will be flying off to the US sometime soon so only then will I promise to start cutting off, or at least reducing, my intake of high-sugar, high-calorie and junk foods. Only 6 months left ‘til my sister’s wedding and I really don’t want to look like blob in a yellow dress. I must lose weight, by hook or by crook. I’ll do what Vicky does. I’ll write down everything I eat just so I could track every calorie. Good luck to me. Jia you~
Last week, I was busy making stuff for last Sunday’s mini-bazaar. It was a long drive going to Laguna but a quick one though with only 45 minutes travel time from
The weather was crazy, as what’s usual these days, and it was the culprit for my head-splitting headache in the afternoon. Well yes, it was a boring and hot afternoon but all that was compensated by the experience of seeing Fernando Zobel de Ayala in the flesh! They were on their way out already and actually made it out of the building already but his daughters caught a whiff of my products, wanted to buy it and so called they called their parents back into the building. His lovely daughters got a 50-g pack of aroma beads in fresh linen scent and they each got a lip balm. Niiiice. He handed me the 1,000 peso bill and I handed him his change. Surreal. I’m keeping the 1,000-peso bill in hopes of having his money luck rubbing off on me.
I love Sundays. This Sunday veered off from the usual but it was one great Sunday as well. It’s not everyday you get to see (and have his daughters buy from you) one of the richest men in the country, right?
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