After having building/ sanitation-inspector duties for half-an-hour or so, I feel so jack-of-all-trades. I did a waitress-type stint last Saturday and since my independence day, I'm also sort of a domestic helper for myself. These are on top of the day job. But I don't want to be a building/ sanitation inspector. The risk of roach attack is too great.
Anyhoo, in the cab on my way to the office. The driver had bangs-like mustache and glossy hair carefully parted at the side. He kept combing it very carefully with a little comb. Like every two seconds. WTF. Hahahahaha! I gave him a 5-peso tip for entertainment factor.
I love Figaro's tuna melt, thanks to Monica for the heads-up. It's so healthy and mustardeee. I could eat this for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and wouldn't feel guilty downing a million bottles of beer.
If that's the case then I wouldn't bother with her stomach suction tip to attain the nirvana of teeny waistline.
Guess I'll be sticking to Kegel exercises. Now, that's a pleasant kind of suction.
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