At Mandala,

- we were required to attend yoga classes once a week and encouraged to do more if we could.

- i was lucky enough to be invited to a three-day yoga retreat where all we did was chant and reflect and breathe.

- we would slow down, gently place our right hand on top of where our heart is supposed to be, bow our head a little and smile everytime we meet anyone in our way.

- i would get $80 massages for free and an all-natural facial that i cannot get anywhere else.

- we would have serious, 3-hour meetings discussing whether lavander is a manly enough scent for male clients. we decided it was not. we went with nutmeg and a little patchouli.

I wouldn't want to work there again. Tonight though, I miss it.

Master cleanse days 1 – 5: Dispelling bible truths

I have not eaten anything in 5 full days. My body is running solely on a medley of liquids and I want the world, or the two people still reading my blog, that I feel A-OK. Who would have thought?

So here are some ‘truths’ that until today I thought were absolute and undisputed.

1. Man needs food to survive

“Oh no sir thank you but I apparently don’t,” Ets answered ever so
coyly to the man who offered her chicken.

Here has been my regimen for the past five days.

In the morning, I down 4 cups of lukewarm water mixed with 2 teaspoons of seasalt. This solution aids in cleansing my digestive tract and, according to my mother, in keeping my electrolytes number up. This, I have to say, is the worst part of the cleanse. Its like drinking egg whites. Blech. So, when I have to, or actually since I have to, I inhale a foot away from the drink, hold my breath, and drink as much as I can.

After I get that out of the way, I start mixing my juice supply for the day. 8 glasses. The following goes into a pitcher:

240 ml of pure lemon juice - no concentrate please. The lemon gives you the vitamins you need for the day.

240 ml of grade B maple syrup – It is important that you use only grade B because it contains more minerals than the more commercially available grade A kind.
This supplies your body with sugar which gives you energy and, well, keeps you alive. Right now, you can get this maple syrup in Healthy Options. It is criminal really how much they charge for it but since they make it available in this country, sige na nga.

A little less than teaspoon of cayenne pepper – the correct measurement is 1/10 for every glass so since this recipe is for 8 glasses, we need precisely 8/10 or 4/5. I make my life easier by just putting a little less than a teaspoon. Actually, the more the better because the heat will help your body burn.

8 glasses of purified water. - At night, I drink a cup of laxative tea. I don’t need to tell you what that is for.
My body has been surviving on this regimen, no more. It has not weakened or dulled me in any way. I am amazed. Amazed.

2. lemons and peppers trigger my acid reflux.

I have really bad acid reflux. If I take one sip of coffee on an empty stomach, my digestive system declares war on the rest of my body. So before I bought all my ingredients, I asked the woman at healthy options if this would trigger it, assuming that it would. She said with all the confidence of a licensed doctor “No ma’am, the mixture is very high in alkaline.”

“Ahhhh, but of course, Alkaline neutralizes acid,” said the voice inside ets’ head that sounded too much like Hercule Poirot.


And oh wow was she spot on. No acid reflux. No kirot sa tiyan. Nothing. Again, amazing.

3.Just because you’re not hungry does not mean you’re not hungry
I am not physically hungry. And yet, I am hungry in 24 different ways. I need a quarter pounder. I want a burrito. I crave pizza. Hay…

4.Not eating doesn’t mean weightloss.
This is the most heartbreaking thing for me. Why kaya?

5.Teeth have feelings too
Mine whispered to me today “pssst…have you nothing for me to do? I feel so useless.”

Day 0 - before the cleanse (alt title: so help me God)

When I told pats that I was positive I could do the lemon cleanse, he said “oo naman. Kayang kaya mo yan. Mas kaya mong mag starve for a week kesa kumain ng healthy for 2 months.”

True that!

So to join the very long list of diets that I have been on before, I am about to start what seems to be the hardest yet.

THE MASTER CLEANSE! (tung tung tung tunggggg…………..)

I am actually looking forward to it. It is apparently very very good for you. And while weightloss is a pleasant side effect, I can’t say I’m doing it entirely for that. Does that make me as whatever as the people who claim to drink gluthathione for their liver? Hee hee hee.

But seriously, this is supposed to be very good for you.

So for the next few days (i cannot in good conscience commit to a number), all i can take is this lemon-maple syrup (grabe b please)-cayenne cocktail.

Anyway, I will chronicle the experience here on a daily basis.

So help me God.

my life is an open blog

i cant sleep so i will ramble.

- i cant sleep. I can't breathe. Everytime i go to bed at night knowing things are exactly the same, i die a little. Im not miserable or lonely, in fact im happy a lot these days, its just that yun nga, im dying.

- Lord, i dont mean physically dying ha. Because i am sooooo healthy and i will live till im gray. Thank you for not misunderstanding :-)

- its hard to be restless and broke at the same time. i want to fly so far away from here but until i figure out how to grow my own wings, im stuck right here.

- yeah, stuck. Maite is stuck is just about as appropriate as josh lyman is gesticulating wildly.

- i dont know if i still have it in me to lose 15 pounds in 2 weeks. Yikes.

- i love my parents very much noh but really, wattup with the excessive hairgrowth and turtle-paced metabolism genes you passed so easily along to your children. To all your children.

- theres this black dog in the pet store in mcs no one wants to buy. Hes outgrowing his cage. all of her batchmates have been sold months ago and 2 other batches after have left her as well. I hope someone buys her soon.

- i love my room. Its painted a shade of green thats happy when the lights are on and relaxing in the dark. And by dark of course i just mean lit by the light from the tv.

- i will try to sleep now.

“Childhood is that wonderful time of life when all you need to do to lose weight is take a bath.”

If I were asked about my childhood, I would probably simply say “I grew up under the sun. And I was happy.” I hold very specific, very vivid memories about growing up that I sometimes wonder if they actually happened or merely imagined.

For instance, I remember clogging the drain of the kitchen sink and opening the faucet because I wanted to fill it up so I can float my paper boats on it later. Only, I left the water running to do my homework and, two hours later, I hear my grandfather scream. I run back to the kitchen and see the whole area flooded. What I remember vividly is walking in knee-deep water on my way to the sink to turn off the faucet. But I’m pretty sure that there was no way the water could have gone up that high if only because the kitchen door was open the whole time and the water would have simply flowed out. Although, did i make up the water level or did i imagine the kitchen door open?

I remember playing with bobby and some of the neighborhood children in our veranda when suddenly the lights went out. We all shout and run towards the stairs. I look back and see, with my own two eyes, a white lady behind the screen door. A lady in white with long black hair floating behind the screen door. I run away and catch up with the rest. This could be true except its uncorroborated. A playmate who also looked back said she didn’t see anything.

I remember other things, weird things about my childhood that I know for sure is true. And because I am older now and also because the weather is just too comfortable and apo hiking society is singing panalangin in the background, I will reminisce.

I remember playing with creatures a lot. Spiders, beetles and snails were favorites. I would pick up a snail from one wall and relocate it to another just to see if it would get disoriented. How I observed snail disorientation is now a mystery to me but I think I came to pretty definite conclusions when I was 4.

I remember having really grown-up food preferences. I hated ice cream. Trips to Magnolia ice cream shop would have me in the middle of my two brothers, both with oddly themed ice cream dishes like sesame street or outer space, and me with my chicken sandwich with extra mayo. I even remember wanting my chicken spread to have lots of onions. I was probably 6 years old. I also liked adobong pusit very much.

I remember being an excellent, let me say that again – EXCELLENT, hulahooper. And I would hulahoop without moving an inch of my hips. The secret, I think, was in the bobbing of my head. I also think there was some serious core muscle contraction going on there but I cant be sure.

I was a happy child. I think we were all happy children my siblings and I. I don’t know how mama and papa managed that. We are also a very happy-go-lucky, bahala-na-si-batman bunch. I don’t know how they managed that as well. It’s both a good thing and an awful thing and going into it right now is completely off topic so I wont.

Anyway, I definitely wouldn’t want to go back to my childhood ever. I wouldn’t mind though a few more memories or pictures or old friends who can add to my memories or give me pictures. Hehe.

The Widow In Yellow (reposted, edited)

She doesn't walk in with a lot of fanfare. There are no fireworks that introduce her, no cheerleaders that trail her. And since she always wears yellow and the biggest smile, she brings the sunshine with her everywhere she goes. And calm - she brings that with her too. An aura of serenity that will not break in battle.

I wonder about her sometimes. About how she went through what she did and still come out smiling in yellow.

She was married to a man she had to share with a country. Was she ever tempted to make him choose - her or his politics, their children or the millions who saw him as their messiah?

And when he finally made his choice, did she feel defeated a little?

She was left to fend for herself, her family and, eventually, her country, under the watchful eye of a public that was as eager to see her fail as they were to see her succeed. She was forced into a foreign arena by the promise and the memory of her dead husband where she had to single-handedly 'restore a democracy' and 'rebuild a nation'.

And My God she must be a good mother. I believe that great mothers do not necessarily produce the best children. Great mothers are great mothers because they can still bring themselves to accept and love the worst in their children. Kris is really lucky.

I really think she's a good woman and I really really wish her all the happiness in the world.