Ugh, can I just say I hate spam?? I get tons of junk mail in all of my email accounts (yeah, I have a lot, go figure). I also get tons of spam posts in my tagboard. Arghh.

Also, hasn’t everybody heard by now that those email about the cancer girl or winning some prize from whatever Big Company for their Popular Product by forwarding their email to everyone you know is a total hoax? I can’t believe that until today, (and probably for quite some time more to come), I am still getting email like that.

sauna

sauna
Originally uploaded by sunnyphotos.

I haven’t been able to go the gym as religiously as I was able to back in Manila. Even when I was working, I still managed to squeeze in the gym at least twice a week for about an hour each.

But here, with our erratic schedule, and H’s penchant for not doing too many things at once, the most I end up doing is gym around once a week. Two if I’m lucky.

Although to be perfectly honest, I much preferred going to the gym back in Manila. Not because Planet Fitness is not as nice as Fitness First. In fact, it’s as nice, if not nicer. But the thing is, I had a personal trainer in Manila!

I was more motivated. My workouts had more structure. I got to do more in a short period of time because the PT was there to guide me. Here, I shudder to think about getting a PT because the amount that will be paid for a similar number of sessions could be three or four times than what I paid in Manila. Yikes.

Anyhoo, I went to the sauna today. I love going to the sauna because it just relaxes me. Besides, I love the sound that water poured on the hot stones makes. Hee.

Interestingly enough, I met a nice Singaporean girl there. Weird to meet in circumstances where the two of us were just wearing towels and stuff, but it was nice anyway. It did make the maximum 15 minutes spent there more entertaining since we were talking, as compared to just plain waiting. Although I must say, this is the first time I’ve ever met someone in the sauna! Weird, issit?

Btw, something that made my day: my family called me for the first time since I got here. Yayyy!

If you’ve ever wanted a protein fix, a Brazilian churrascaria (sp?) is just the place for you.

The first time I tried it was a few days before I left Manila, with Dr. A and Dr. R at Brazil Brazil in Rockwell.

And then last night, at Carnivore in Chijmes with H, and my in-laws. It is really a carnivore’s paradise, with passadors going around with their huge skewers of meat – beef, lamp, pork (or oink oink as one passador delightfully suggested) and fish – every few minutes or so.

Beef rump? Ok.

Pork sausage? Ok.

Chicken breast with bacon? Ok.

And so on and so forth until I just had to give up. And practically begged this funny, flirty, and short, curly-haired Brazilian passador for some roasted pineapples (don’t knock it till you’ve tried it) to remove the sawa taste from all that meat.

It is truly a meat parade, I tell you. And it’s a parade that I won’t want to revisit again anytime soon. It was good, mind you. But it’s also too, too much.

But if you’re in the mood for meat, then you can take a trip on this side of Brazil. You’ll get everything you want, and more.

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Side story:

I was starting to get full, so I asked the tall, balding passador for a small piece.

Cheekily, he cut me the tiniest piece of meat he could muster, then asked, “small enough?”

Giggles all around, with him looking at H as if to say, just kidding, man!

That was funny. That’s why everytime he came back, all i could say was, “same!”

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I do enjoy seeing little kiddies playing around, seeing their adorable faces and their cute little toddler waddles. But for the life of me, I just can’t imagine having kids, which is probably exacerbated by my fear (yes, fear) of giving birth.

I read all these blogs and books about new moms who say that seeing their newborn babies brings a rush of happiness and intense love for their little bundle of joy. And all I’m thinking is, “yikes!”

It’s not even as though I witnessed the birth process live when I was young to terrify me like that. But honestly, when I think about being a mom and the process that entails, I am just so terrified.

From the giving birth to raising kids to the intrusion to my life, I am scared that I just won’t be a good enough mom, or that the pain of giving birth will just totally wreck me.

That’s why now, being a newlywed, every time someone asks me if we’re gonna have kids soon, all I can do is shake my head vigorously and say no.

At least H and I are on the same wavelength about it. It would be terrible if I didn’t want to have kids and he’s just so excited to have them. Sounds like Desperate Housewives, much? But really, this is an issue where it’s important that a couple is on the same side. Inasmuch as we have friends who are desperate to have children (enough for them to think about IVF at the age of 23), we know this works for them because they both want it. In the same way, H and I are both in agreement that we don’t have kids. Yet. Or if it doesn’t happen, ever.

Maybe I will change sometime in the future. Maybe not. Maybe we’ll lead perfectly happy lives being by ourselves. Maybe we’ll give our family a chance to grow. But whatever the case, it will happen at its own time and pace, and not because people will ask, or want, us to have kids. Who knows what life will bring, right? After all, each person has a different chart and path in life. And whether my path with H will include diapers or not, only time will tell.

This post was brought to you by a casual comment that former president Jimmy Carter said on The Tonight Show with Jay Leno.

Picked up something from AnP’s blog today:

My blog is worth $6,774.48.
How much is your blog worth?

I guess that’s a fair estimate, given that I’ve blogged a lot before, but I’m such a sporadic blogger now. Sometimes I don’t even know why I keep this up when I seem to have nothing much to say!

Sometimes I think I keep it up only so that I’ll have an easy access to my blog reads, because of the long list of links on the side.

Sometimes I think I keep it just because I do feel like writing sometimes.

Oh well, whatev.

One thing that kinda bums me out about living here in Singapore is how expensive things are. For instance, I made a 4:30 pm for an appointment at a little salon here for a manicure/pedicure, and it’ll set me back sixty freakin’ dollars. I mean, hello! I can get a great mani/pedi in Manila for around S$3-4! Just one of the setbacks of living in a first world country, I guess.

I can assure you that getting a professional mani/pedi here will definitely not become a habit. But it is nice to get one once in a while, so that’s the price of that! *grumble grumble*

So Friendster wants to be smart, eh?

I logged into Friendster after around three weeks because I received a message from a friend. So, out of curiosity, I clicked on the Who’s Viewed Me link. Previously, you can view those who’ve viewed your profile as long as they did not have anonymous viewing on. And this, despite the fact that I view anonymously.

Now, you just can’t! The message is:

Want to see who has viewed your profile?
Viewing profiles anonymously On [ Change settings ]
Sorry! You cannot see who has viewed your profile since you are viewing profiles anonymously. If you want to start tracking who is viewing your profile, go to your settings and change your anonymous setting to “off”.

Tricky, tricky. No *stalker* viewing to anonymous *stalkers* !

Darnit.

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oxygenbar
Originally uploaded by sunnyphotos.

No, I didn’t check into a hospital somewhere. I did feel like I was in The Sims, trying to get fun points.

H took me to the club today, where we had a relaxing half hour spent hooked up to the oxygen bar! Basically, you get that green tube with two little horns stuck up your nose while you lounge around and they pump you up with oxygen. Sounds a bit weird, given that we do breathe oxygen every second of the day (or so we hope). But it was actually pretty relaxing.

Chalk up something new for me again today!

Why is it so hard to wake up in the morning? Granted, we normally go to bed at around 2 am. But still, why? For the past few weeks, I’ve been waking up at around ten am, which is an hour later from when I first got here. Is it the darkness of the room despite the sun having risen hours ago? Is it the airconditioning that keeps me cozy while I am burrowed under our nice warm blanket? Is it sleeping with H, who still manages to get up earlier than me?

I feel like a lazy bum. Ugh.

It’s been quite a while since I’ve blogged, obviously. Partly because I’m still just enjoying being with The Boy (who will now be known as H for Hubby, heh), partly because we’re also busy trying to start up our business here in Singapore, partly because there are other things to do, and partly because the two of us share one PC and I don’t really want to hog it too much. As expected, I have also been remiss in reading blogs.

On the other hand, I think I’ve been adjusting to life here pretty well. I do get my bouts of homesickness whenever I think of my family that sometimes I just want to spontaneously burst into tears. But on the whole, life with H is good. I’m also thankful that he also enjoys the company of our newfound friends in Singapore — aka nice blog friends like Leah, Tin, and their hubbies as well.

We had a fun dinner/karaoke party with them last Friday night that lasted till around 2:30 am! It was really fun and we got to meet some more nice folks! Sorry to Leah and everyone if we busted your eardrums with our singing, heh.

Meanwhile, today was a pretty good day. Woke up a bit earlier than usual so we had time to eat breakfast before we had to prepare our stuff for a business meeting after lunch. After the meeting, we got to go home and lounge around to watch Empire of the Sun on DVD (it’s amazing how the very young Christian Bale was so good in that movie!), then took a nice leisurely stroll to the mailbox over at the other condo complex before dinner.

It’s just a very different way of life, I’d say. Like I was telling H a while ago, I do appreciate the fact that I can walk here at night. Back home, I can’t do it for at least three reasons: street lighting isn’t too good so it gets dark and scary, it’s not too safe, and there are probably dogs loitering around. Singapore really does live up to its reputation for being safe and clean and organized and efficient.

After not having blogged for so long, I feel so rusty. I’m probably just rambling on without a focus, since there seems to be so much that I can say but haven’t really had time to say. H has been asking me why I haven’t been blogging; all I can answer is that I haven’t felt like it. And now I do.

I’m blogging with H in the shower, belting out From Russia With Love with much gusto. He claims that I can appreciate his singing only because I’m his wife. He just might be right. I enjoy it anyway

I miss my family, I miss my friends, I miss the food, I miss being able to drive myself to go somewhere, I miss the familiar places that I’ve always gone to, I miss having a TV in my room. On the other hand, I enjoy the convenience here, the orderliness (yes, just too fitting for an OC like me), the fast internet connection, the safety, nice roads, not to mention married life.

Oh, oh, I’m addicted to this puzzle game called Sudoku. It comes out in the Today newspaper almost everyday (except Saturday, I think), and it’s just so addicting to try to solve it! Basically, there’s a 9X9 grid where a few boxes are filled out with numbers. The object of the game is to make sure that vertically, horizontally, and 3×3 grids all have the numbers 1 to 9. And there’s only one solution. Try it out sometime!

Enough babbling for now!