Some photos I wasn't able to send back to Surigao

Madame Betut and 3 year old Lian. He hates me.
I know he does. He's a Drag-on!

One of them is impatiently waiting for Banana Q.

Kevin, Kim and Angelique

Lian, Zak and Henry (the green train).

Pakals

We think of the Italians when we eat pasta, the Chinese with noodles and lugaw, the Koreans with Kimchi, the Mexicans with tortillas, the US of A with burgers, the French with frog's legs (honestly?!) and the Germans with frankfurters.

But then a lot of non-british in Britain think that really, there's no variety of food here. Every town and county are saturated with Chinese and Indian take-aways and fish and chip shops. You can't go to Thailand and say, hey we have fish and chips in Britain, isn't that cool?

But what about boiled potatoes, mashed potatoes, microwaved potatoes, baked potatoes, fried potatoes, roast potatoes...

Whoever said there's no variety in British food should be repatriated!

Tunes

I just started typing some stuff about romance books covers but K left his i-pod (hehe, don't laugh now K!) on the table next to the keyboard so I thought I better listen to what he's got. He offered it to me at first and I refused because music is different language to me and I can't understand any of it, or tune, whatever.

He's now next to me, exaggeratingly excited about the bread he's made 3 hours ago, i mean the bread his breadmaker made 3 hours ago. And I'm eating like I hadn't eaten a whole kaldero of rice with corned-beef earlier. Corned beef by the way, as K reminded me, is a working man's food, and I thought surely not. It's 45pesos in Surigao, more expensive than fresh fish!

Anyway, back to the Tunes. I couldn't understand for the life of me how some people can walk in streets while listening to their music. What if there's a huge lorry (that's truck or 10-wheeler for you, mam betut) behind me driven by a maniac? I would surely be catapulted into oblivion, like a member of Tweenies riding in an open-top propeller-less helicopter, just because of some bleeping Norman Greenbaum or Steve Harley or Helen Westenra (is she ever on i-pods?) or Avril Lavigne.

No. I put the i-pod back on the table, gingerly, next to my keyboard. Zak is coughing in his bed next room.

It's Bond...

the blond.

I don't find Daniel Craig as enigmatic as Pierce Brosnan. He's not handsome either. There's nothing to be giddy about this new James Bond. A taller and heavier Orlando Bloom would have been better. But there you go...

Royal names

After watching Elizabeth 1 I decided to read a bit more about the history of the British monarchy to freshen my cobwebbed brain years and years after I studied it at college.

The strange thing is (maybe because of my pregnancy) I only noticed their names. Those Stuarts and Plantagenets and Tudors and even the Windsors, weren't they creative enough to think of names different from William, Henry, Elizabeth, Anne, Edward, George? They use/d the names forever they have to number them so they could keep track of who's who! :-)

James VI of Scotland, the successor of Elizabeth I, decided to be called James I of England. It might not sound confusing now but if you read and analyze what George I, George II, George III, George IV, and George V had done in their reign, you'll start to think that cutting off heads for some reasons is understandable. And how about Queen Mary, Bloody Mary, Mary of Scots...can you identify the difference?

30

and pregnant. moody

because everyday is

bad hair day.

hormones whiz like bullet fires.

nipples grow darker and darker everyday.

stretch marks appear

like worms, agh!

30. young. old. mother. wife.

and then?