How To Be Single.

If you're looking for tips on how to be good at this, no, you're on the wrong blog. It's just not what I do. How-to's and tips are not really my cup of tea. Because maybe I just can't figure some things out.


How To Be Single is the latest book I've been reading. Or should I say the first book I've been reading since I-can't-remember-the-last-time-I-have-read-a-book-for-pleasure. Yes. Emphasize on the last two words. i forgot how much fun reading was.


I've reached about a third of the book. I actually thought I wouldn't find it in the bookstores anymore since it's been unavailable in the last 3 weeks. So I immediately bought it when I found a copy last Tuesday. Pretty interesting though. I couldn't put it down. It's somehow Eat, Pray, Love meets Sex and the City. 


Julie (the protagonist) is now on her third foreign city and so far, I've learned about pride, open marriage, slapping men, and even sleeping with prostitutes. (I've noticed it gets funnier and funnier with each lesson.) I'm currently browsing the website. Apparently there's a reel film about this. I should watch that when I have time. Enough time like now when I am just sitting in front of my laptop, blogging, and actually cleaning up my emails. (Sheesh. All these being connected with your friends drama is flooding my emails with lots and lots of notifications.) I hear the videos are interesting. Because they're real. And because the fictional book came from these non-fiction stories.


Do the lessons I've learned so far matter? I guess so. I'm still a mess, I have to admit. And honestly, I just realized I wanted to travel more now. Like for example, I just asked my friends to take me to the beach soon. And I am actually looking at all these websites recommending good places to go to. And speaking of my friends, last night I went to a friend's birthday party. She knows what I'm going through. And last night, yes last night was a blast because I remembered how good laughing feels. I got resurrected. I think I will be better now.


So if you're going to ask me for tips on how to be single? I have one: no man can ever define your happiness - you've got other people in your life to help you with it. =)

Minus One.

So finally, two weeks ago, I decided to show up at a clinic to get the annual medical check up done.

Sad to say, I can only complete the whole "Basic Five" thing in more than three weeks, for varying reasons which include my whole body's system not allowed to take the urinal test due to that time of the month and the periodical maintenance of the clinic's equipments. Which I must say is quite a blessing. Because this whole medical show is taking up too long to be over, I get time to think over some things about my body.

First off, this is the first time I went over my "fat" weight. This infamous fat weight of mine is basically my hey-you're-already-over-indulging-in-junk-so-why-don't-you-try-exercising-instead warning. Back then, when I step onto the bathroom scale and see the fat weight screaming at me, I hop on to the treadmill and spend about three episodes worth of FRIENDS running on it or I sweat for about an hour doing inhumanly hard dance steps on the Dance Dance Revolution of the PS2. It's pretty much effective since in about two weeks I lose about a couple or a few more pounds. But this time, I really hit the wall hard. I went overboard, and until this morning, did no exercise whatsoever. (Except for strolling around the mall, I do not have any other physical activity that you can decently call exercise.) By the way, I am still within my BMI. That's my pampalubag loob right now.

Fat moment aside, I was also able to think about my blood. Come on. I was supposed to come back to the clinic last Monday but I had my period so I can not do anything about it. And why did I schedule my return on Monday? Because I thought my period would be four days earlier. And because I am so stressed and I think I am losing platelets, it took some time before my period came. (I'm thinking of setting my bedtime to 8:30 PM.) And when the blood extraction was done this afternoon, my left arm hurts... Til now. Really. This is actually my third blood extraction (the first one on my finger last year, and then the second one on the arm, two weeks later.) and compared to the previous ones, this one took about a minute longer. The lab girl was having a hard time locating my vein, and it took awhile to fill up the vial. Sheesh. And I was even thinking of donating blood.

So basically, I'm on a limb here. I can't figure out if I can be classified as healthy. And because I am scared to know that after ten more days I am sick, I'll be cutting back a lot of my luxuries in life starting today. As in my favorite junk and other "unhealthy" stuff would be out of my life. Not in one big go though, I'll be doing it gradually.

If you have any tips on how to be healthy, please, please, please suggest it to me. Hopefully I'm back below my "fat" weight again in two weeks (or maybe three), and I'm crossing my fingers that I am not ill. And hopefully, because of me cutting back on stuff, I can save up. ;-)