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January 8, 2011

I suppose…

I suppose I should stand up now.

I suppose I should start cooking rice.

I suppose I should start considering lunch possibilities

I suppose I should.


But suppose if I just go back to bed

Let everybody hack at it for once

Do you suppose they would?

I suppose not


*This post has been cross-posted to my Posterous quick thinking blog.*

January 8, 2011

2011 reading goals

For the past 4-5 years or so, I have not been able to indulge in my inner bookworm.

It started when I gave birth to my baby girl, and since I have a habit of reading in bed, my grandmother told me to discontinue said habit because she feared that I might drop the hardbound book on my baby’s head. No, my baby did not sleep in a crib rather, she slept beside me.

Since that time, I have failed to read books with the same voracity as I did before.

But now, I reckon it is time to change! My kids are no longer babies, and I have all the freedom to read, read, and read some more!

I suck at going against challenges, resolutions, or perhaps goals. But I hope to change that.

This year, I hope to read 100 books of all genres, thickness, and sizes, and track them as well. Just something to indulge in. Like rich chocolate syrup on top of chocolate fudge.. yum! There goes my stomach.

Although I want to include the books I finished the past few days, I guess that would be cheating.

So starting now, I will monitor whatever it is I am currently reading and just note of it as soon as I finish.

Last night, I started reading Debbi Rawlins’ “What She Really Wants for Christmas”. But I fell asleep due to fatigue of yesterday’s wedding fiasco.

Just light reading okay? 😉 Starting slow and steady.



January 8, 2011

Fat chance, Cindy!

I like Cinderella, I really, really do.

But fat chance that I would get an ending just like hers!

Besides, I already have my Prince Charming. He is already King! Did I tell you that?

Today, my friend A got hitched. She got on that white carriage and rode it to the nearest beachfront resort and had a judge legally tie herself to a man. Her Prince Charming, of course.

I was invited, so naturally I went through my chests of dresses and came up with three supposedly presentable frocks. Unfortunately, my King said one was short and scandalous, while the other was long and it guaranteed the bride would have some serious competition. So we settled on the third one, which came from Indonesia aboard those trading boats.

My glass slippers were borrowed by somebody I could not remember, so I had to contend myself with black shoes that looked as if wedges were attached at the bottom. Still, I had to use what was available because my King and I are going through some penny pinching moments.

Oh the wedding was a wonderful feast! They had two roasted pork on spits, pork wrapped in some kind of skin, and layers of cheese and wheat. It was wonderful!

Unfortunately, sometime between the walking around, chatting, and having portraits taken, I think I must have twisted my foot. One of the wedges loosened, and my thigh muscles tightened up.

Good Lord was it painful!!

I could not very well sit at the corner and wail about my predicament, so I sent for a carriage to carry me home.

Limping slightly as I passed through the gate, I tripped on a stone and *oomph!* the wedge came off! I never even got to reach the lobby of my castle!

Ugh. My calves still feel sore. My body feels sore. My face feels numb. What’s worse is that my shoe is in an irreparable state! Those were my last good shoes, and now … what do I do? What would Cindy do??

I have to go now. My calves are really killing me. My back is killing me, too!

That’s one for age, and one for mishap! I don’t think I will be Cinderella after all.

Good night!