Me bad bad bad.

I am luckily on my 4rth day of Taebo and a mile of walkathon at the Iloilo River/Efrain Trenas Boulevard. Last night or rather yesterday, I cheated on my way home after Taebo session. Yes, the poster was very enticing. I was tempted very much. VERY VERY MUCH. I gave in and I am ashamed of the fact that I cheated. Guilty Pleasure it is.

Two days in a row.

I am on my 2nd day of doing 2 rounds of walking and Taebo at the Motorcycle Road/Boardwalk. Me and Sasa have been each others motivation.
We have been bugging each other to go for it when all else fails...
We can do it.
We can.

Sundays are always the best.

My Little Mr. Smart Guy.

He really is.

Wednesday afternoons.

I have always loved taking pictures of silhouettes in the afternoon.
So this is summer.
Yeah.
Summer afternoons.

Mohawk Day for Mr. Stubborn

what Monday sucked out of me...

Do you know the girl wearing the green riding hood?
I miss her.
Where has she gone?

How HOLY have you been this Holy Week?

For starters, every Holy Week is like some long, neverending Sunday.

The streets are empty and deserted like some Armageddon movie.

So instead of letting myself be swallowed up by MASSIVE and INTENSIVE Boredom.

For the first time this month of April I dragged my lazy ass to do the chores.

I started Holy Wednesday by cleaning the house -- mopping, wiping, sweeping the floor, etc.

After an hour or so, I was dizzy.

First batch of laundry, mainly my clothes, on Maudy Thursday.

Plus the fact that its my first day surfing the crimson waves. *grrr!*

Perfect, right? Right on.

Good Friday, second batch of laundry.

Wan's piled up clothes from the balikbayan box plus his other everyday used clothes. Perfect.

My hands was soaked up in Chlorine and weary of handwashing.

Then off for Holy Week procession at 5pm, this time, pushing his stroller for almost an hour.

I felt my hands in pain like I was nursing Rheumatism and Arthritis. =(

Black Saturday, did some laundry again, our soiled beddings this time plus Wan's clothes.

Did some chores and yes, IRONING.

Who wouldn't love that???

My Holy Week was Holier than HOLY, thank you.

We are confronted with insurmountable opportunities.