It's been a good weekend. Almost a four-day weekend for me. Friday after class was spent with Ruari in Shangri-La. We bought each other our Valentine's gifts. We initially agreed on a budget of P500 but quickly realized that that amount can't really buy much these days. Sad. He ended up choosing a bag (that can fit his laptop, yay!), and I got a pair of flats. Both above the said budget, but not by much. In fairness. :)
On Saturday I was in UP for PMHS interviews. Mom picked me up at around 2 and we headed straight for Tagaytay. We met up with Papa and Monch who had gone earlier because Papa had a lunch at his friend's house there. Mom and I (and Yaya Arlie, too) got there at around 5. The weather was just lovely, still cold and windy.
Our overnight in Crosswinds (only our second ever!) was definitely the highlight of my weekend. All four of us love going there now; there's just something about the weather and the novelty of the place I guess that is just so relaxing. I had actually brought my computer in the hopes that I would be able to get some work done. I ended up reading the new book Mama got me, Surgeons Do Not Cry by Dr. Ting Tiongco, and falling asleep before midnight. Oh, we had a delicious dinner at Teriyaki Boy before that. It's available in Manila, I know, but everything just tastes and feels different in the cold of Tagaytay. We were all in a pretty good mood, too; hardly any of those petty little arguments we have at home. Good family bonding time. :)
We went home too early on Sunday, because Papa had a dinner to attend. We had another heavy meal, this time at this Filipino restaurant in Sta. Rosa. I can't remember the name, but it was Rose something. Haha. We had bulalo, lechon paksiw, fried chicken, fried tilapia, laing. We were all so full afterwards, but we still managed to have dessert in Starbucks along SLEX. I introduced Mama to white chocolate mocha, and she loved it. Not surprising, since she likes her coffee much, much sweeter than I do.
I was at St. Luke's this morning (Monday) for my interview. After a short psych test, Ruari kept me company while waiting for my turn. I was interviewed at around 11:30, and the whole thing was over in around 20 minutes. The doctors were really very nice, and my blockmate who was next in line said he could hear us laughing from outside. They said I should expect to hear from them in about a week or so. :)
I slept so much after the interview, both on the way home and upon arriving home. Needless to say, I barely got to do any work until after dinner. And so my body clock is all screwy again, which is why I'm awake and writing this now, at two a.m. I am also very, very, very hungry.
I think have a hunger problem. I remember taking up this disorder in Psych 155 that was described as the uncontrollable desire to eat. I think I have a mild form of that. Because seriously, I'm never full for more than an hour. Two at most, if it's really big meal. What's more, a meal for me isn't complete without dessert. I need the last taste in my mouth to be sweet, preferably something chocolate. Fruits don't count; they're usually just the preliminary to the real dessert. The result of all this eating? Flabby arms which I absolutely hate. I'm actually avoiding wearing any sleeveless tops these days, because I hate the way my arms look.
I'm looking forward to the Lenten season because then I'll have more incentive to fast and lose weight. It's so wrong. I'm such a sinner.
On Saturday I was in UP for PMHS interviews. Mom picked me up at around 2 and we headed straight for Tagaytay. We met up with Papa and Monch who had gone earlier because Papa had a lunch at his friend's house there. Mom and I (and Yaya Arlie, too) got there at around 5. The weather was just lovely, still cold and windy.
Our overnight in Crosswinds (only our second ever!) was definitely the highlight of my weekend. All four of us love going there now; there's just something about the weather and the novelty of the place I guess that is just so relaxing. I had actually brought my computer in the hopes that I would be able to get some work done. I ended up reading the new book Mama got me, Surgeons Do Not Cry by Dr. Ting Tiongco, and falling asleep before midnight. Oh, we had a delicious dinner at Teriyaki Boy before that. It's available in Manila, I know, but everything just tastes and feels different in the cold of Tagaytay. We were all in a pretty good mood, too; hardly any of those petty little arguments we have at home. Good family bonding time. :)
We went home too early on Sunday, because Papa had a dinner to attend. We had another heavy meal, this time at this Filipino restaurant in Sta. Rosa. I can't remember the name, but it was Rose something. Haha. We had bulalo, lechon paksiw, fried chicken, fried tilapia, laing. We were all so full afterwards, but we still managed to have dessert in Starbucks along SLEX. I introduced Mama to white chocolate mocha, and she loved it. Not surprising, since she likes her coffee much, much sweeter than I do.
I was at St. Luke's this morning (Monday) for my interview. After a short psych test, Ruari kept me company while waiting for my turn. I was interviewed at around 11:30, and the whole thing was over in around 20 minutes. The doctors were really very nice, and my blockmate who was next in line said he could hear us laughing from outside. They said I should expect to hear from them in about a week or so. :)
I slept so much after the interview, both on the way home and upon arriving home. Needless to say, I barely got to do any work until after dinner. And so my body clock is all screwy again, which is why I'm awake and writing this now, at two a.m. I am also very, very, very hungry.
I think have a hunger problem. I remember taking up this disorder in Psych 155 that was described as the uncontrollable desire to eat. I think I have a mild form of that. Because seriously, I'm never full for more than an hour. Two at most, if it's really big meal. What's more, a meal for me isn't complete without dessert. I need the last taste in my mouth to be sweet, preferably something chocolate. Fruits don't count; they're usually just the preliminary to the real dessert. The result of all this eating? Flabby arms which I absolutely hate. I'm actually avoiding wearing any sleeveless tops these days, because I hate the way my arms look.
I'm looking forward to the Lenten season because then I'll have more incentive to fast and lose weight. It's so wrong. I'm such a sinner.
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