#melissy

[earthtoabby]

melissy: let me sing you to sleep

me: okay bbygurl

melissa: it's a classic ballad

melissy: my mIND'S TELLING ME NOOOOOOOOO

BUT MY BODY

MY BODY'S TELLING ME YEEEEESSSSSSSS

[novoplata]

Weekend fandango

Welcome to the weekend--the two-day window when life gets a respite from its exhausting buzz, I get to catch up on some extra sleep and this blog finally gets wordier than usual. I love the weekend. Too bad my weekend has since been zapped down to one-day-and-a-half, unless it's the last weekend of the month.

Food, fantabulous food!

I fell in love with the weekend even more when Mae, my trainer and friend, introduced the 'Eat Anything Weekend' some eight months ago.

On my first week of completing the diet and exercise regime, I had waited till the clock strike midnight so that I could dig into a tin of chocolate cookies first thing Saturday morning. So, okay that was cheating but food surely tasted better on weekends ever since.

This weekend, my treat du jour is a Filipino delicacy called sisig: sizzling minced pork seasoned with chopped cili padi, lime juice and sliced onions, smothered in thick coating of artery-clogging goodness--yummy!

Photo courtesy of my BFF, Charlene

It tastes sinfully yummy! I tell you, if I were to have only a week to live, I'd probably have the sisig daily for breakfast, lunch and dinner. All thanks to the lovely Melissy for introducing this dish to us via Twitter.

Sex and the City: the modern myth

I'm only catching up on the second season of HBO's now defunct hit drama, Sex and the City. I know I'm a super late adapter and there are already tons of blog entries criticizing the plot in Sex and the City, but I feel that I must take it upon myself to blog about it--at least for my own bitchy satisfaction.

After watching almost two complete seasons of Sex and the City, plus both installments of the SATC movie; I can't help but develop a seething love-hate relationship with the characters in the show (or makers of the show). The series, albeit entertaining, was a tad unrealistic in portraying the lives of modern day women.

I can't decide which was more mythical--a newspaper columnist able to afford a chichi lifestyle and Manolos, or butterfaced women like SJP able to pick up decent-looking men and get laid regularly. Heck, even Lolo Jones is single.

Jump rope your way to six packs!

I've been missing a lot of runs lately. Thanks to the temperamental weather--one day it's bright and dry, another day it's pouring.

Cheap jump rope with a tube string and sex toy-like handles for those who are adventurous

Hoping to be a 'greener' workouteer, I have invested in a jumping rope (priced RM9.50) so that I can catch up on my cardio workout without relying on my laptop for cardio videos. It says that jumping rope is a must-have for ripped abs and it burns just as many calories as running.

There you go, time to go a-skipping!