April hits

My weight now is 215 lbs from a harrowing 231 lbs.

started dieting January 16.

I've had a few lapses. And my weight loss is steady, not a drastic one, but I am quite satisfied.

I want to keep losing.

I've had cheats with junk food and bread and pasta. But never with rice.

I haven't eaten rice since January 16.

I ate sushi only a few pieces, so that's not considered a rice meal.

I'll be strict with the diet from now on and I will eat all seafood this Holy Week, for three days.

That's attack phase once more ladies and gents. Will refresh my Dukan diet.

My birthday is coming up and I am feeling optimistic about this, but as usual, I'm the type who doesn't want to make a big deal out of celebrations.

I am not really depressive or melancholic, but I don't know. I just feel like living this blessed life, independence and all is already a blessing.

Career is OK as well. Been writing for this show called Wako Wako. I co-wrote for week 3, week 4 and week 5 and some sequences for week 6. I just hope I'll be given a chance to write again a full script for week 7.

Lovelife is still nonexistent. I've had a few thingies this March but still nothing romantic. Unofficially Yours was a film that was first my reality before it became an art form. I am JLC and not Angel in my reality that is. Haha. But yes, still nothing serious. Nothing pushes for romantic love.

So that's it. But one thing for sure, I am getting wiser not just older.

Insekyorang frog

I knew it. A certain person told me that she is annoyed that I am getting thinner!!!

Hay naku, kilala ko ang hilatsa ng babaeng yan.

Di niya alam kung gaano ko sya kahate.

Insekyoraaaaa

Now I know kung anong nagpapaainis sa kanya, pwes lalo ko syang iinisin!!! Bwahahaha

Keep me entertained

Hey!

Been writing for Wako Wako from week 3 to week 7!

Keep them coming.

I am enjoying the craft and I hope I can maintain this momentum!

And that's probably the last time I will say this.

I've been feeling this since the last time I found out about this great news.

About you.

I just want to share a stick or two.

A conversation or two.

Yes I guess I just miss you.

What happens if you fall in love with a writer?

Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex at three in the morning. Or make love at four in the afternoon. They might not sleep at all. Or they might sleep right through the alarm and forget to get you up for work. Or call you home from work to kill a spider. Or refuse to speak to you after finding out you’ve never seen To Kill A Mockingbird. Or spend the last of the rent money on five kinds of soap. Or sell your textbooks for cash halfway through the semester. Or leave you love notes in your pockets. Or wash you pants with Post-It notes in the pockets so your laundry comes out covered in bits of wet paper. They might cry if the Post-It notes are unread all over your pants. It’s an unpredictable life.

But what happens if a writer falls in love with you?

This is a little more predictable. You will find your hemp necklace with the glass mushroom pendant around the neck of someone at a bus stop in a short story. Your favorite shoes will mysteriously disappear, and show up in a poem. The watch you always wear, the watch you own but never wear, the fact that you’ve never worn a watch: they suddenly belong to characters you’ve never known. And yet they’re you. They’re not you; they’re someone else entirely, but they toss their hair like you. They use the same colloquialisms as you. They scratch their nose when they lie like you. Sometimes they will be narrators; sometimes protagonists, sometimes villains. Sometimes they will be nobodies, an unimportant, static prop. This might amuse you at first. Or confuse you. You might be bewildered when books turn into mirrors. You might try to see yourself how your beloved writer sees you when you read a poem about someone who has your middle name or prose about someone who has never seen To Kill A Mockingbird. These poems and novels and short stories, they will scatter into the wind. You will wonder if you’re wandering through the pages of some story you’ve never even read. There’s no way to know. And no way to erase it. Even if you leave, a part of you will always be left behind.

If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.

March 5

Brunch

Chicken breast with veggies: cauliflower, broccoli, beans, sayote, carrots

Dinner

Bangus grilled with leftover veggies

CHEAT: 2 waffles with belgian chocolate filling