Credit company’s come handy when all of the sudden they send you a letter asking to fill up that form and send it back to them, provided you are more than 18 years of age and earns at least $15,000. In my case, I seemed to have established quiet a good credit history (thanks to now a mortgage-free house that use to be morgaged to a local bank). Yes, they do come handy but not all the time. after exhausting all the credit limit, they refuse to give credit limit increase hust as when you need it most.

When you’re in uttermost need of funding, it seems a hurdle where to source it from. I wonder if San Diego mortgage Brokers could help.

Some of you maight lnow what I am into at this moment. Planning a tropical trip… Hmmmmn

In one of our off road trip to a famous National park of Western Oz, we happen to bumped into a couple who were obviously Europeans. They came behind our car who was stopped by a flooded part of the road. The dearest hubby is driving our rental car was a bit concerned and so he got out to figure out the depth of the flood and if its safe to drive to the other end.
There were few more four wheel drive vehicles who stopped and wondering what was the delay all about, whats the fuss.. well, ours is not a four wheel drive at all, same as the couples’s car.

Anyway, the Hubby gave it a go and he made it, then the car behind us follwed. The couple had this German accent. He reminded me of an expat friend back in Davao. He was very chatty to my hubby. I look up to him from our car and noticed (and my kids noticed too) he’s not realy looking in Hubby’s direction, oooopss… Needed an eye surgery! What a nice looking bloke except for his crossed eyes. But it can be fixed. A visit to Chicago Plastic Surgeonwill fixed it.

The journey lead us to a gorgeous look out of the gorge, and walking on the way to the look out, guess who we’ve found smiling back at us? That man, he said thank you. Well, My hubby made things easier for him to traversed the flooded road.

This time, I took a good look to his eye, and concluded that its not really that bad. He seems happy and ready to take more adventures.

One of the mums at school, a hippie happy go lucky one, seemed to be attracted with tatoos of any design. She was born to a Macedonian mother and a Burmese father, (both her parents were immigrants to down Under) but she Ash was born here.

One day her daughter ask if my Mel would like to come over, so soon after schhol, of they go to Nik’s place, I bet, my girl hasn’t seen a colorful house as they have, a collection of all sorts of things, but what she was interested most was the fake tatoo they engaged in for 2 hours. and since then, Mel always make sure she gets different tattoo designs of those wash me down tattoos from the $2 dollar shop. That’s my daughter’s retail therapy..Oops, she doesn’t know that word yet.

I recently came back from our camping and snorkelling trip during the last two weeks of school holidays, but I can’t help but recall that for the three days stay at Coral Bay, colorfull beach babes in their bikinis, have been strolling all around the place. For a moment I thought t myself, why I didn’t do my sit ups religiously and my stretches. Not only that, my once upon a time bounty bossoms (thanks to breastfeeding) have now gone back to its normal state of being… that is… Not MUCH in there. It was daunting for a while to see myself in my own pair of bathers, unable to set my own standards higher.

So the day move on and decided I won’t let my eyes prey on my fellow holiday makers in the beach. The day after we got back to our much wanted home in Freo, my close friend Tita
came over for lunch and and during my initial account how colorful and lively and curvy the beach experience was, she gave me a dash of goss about someone (well, our fellow mate Sarah from down south, who just just came back from our own native land to have a boob job done. The thing is, as Tita said, she’s not quiet happy with it still.

Could be psychological, emotional or many other things, but take a look at celebrity plastic surgery, the world knows that there are lucky happy camper with their new investments and there are those not so happy and lucky with their own purchases.

Ola! not that am writing this from the Latin America, not at all. I haven’t been to some places lately. Am just right here, still in Fremantle. It’s just that so many things to do day and night ranging from domestic duties, my certificate studies, kids and their social life, and of course a bit of my social life too.

Yes ladies and gentlemen, am just trying to say, am just right here, in case you been wondring why I haven’t written anything new in my site…

One morning after coming home from school drop off, I was determined to get rid of the hairy growths in my upper lip, in a hurry I took out the wax strip and dabbed it in, lifted it, and oppps, not quiet right! What followed next was a nightmare, a burnt upper lip, swelling, and then was time to pick up the kiddos from school. Approaching school grounds, (mind you, I put it double amount of my face foundation trying to cover the burnt part,) a noticing mum politely ask, “Some hair removal going on Dear?” so I said, oh noh, with a blink, just a tender result of a Pash!.. (passionate kiss, which I cant recall the last time I had truthfully).

If and only, I live next door to a San Jose Laser hair removal clinic, I won’t have so much trouble in this little hairy department, although the people here do far more than that. Anyway, what was left now is the scar-ry patch that reminds few people how I got myself into deep Pash!

More than a decade and a half, I was one of those boys and girls in Davao City who have enthusiastically ventured and tried my hands into computer programming… It’s been so long now that I can’t recall all the technical part of it but I still remember the social part of working life in those years. I was 18 then, a sophomore in a Catholic College of Davao, madly in love, full of energy, few more admirers lurking in the dark, lots of friends and giggles. Wonderful Days… in fact, I dedicate Songs that was hit in that year, in particular BETTER DAYS and MISS YOU LIKE CRAZY! May I take the previlege to mention my co- programmers and friends at same time, Antonio Ancheta, Alex, Ellen Evangelista, Robert Raguro,Rene Ariaga, Jun Mac, Nong Joven, Manong Pabs, a young lady whose Dad was an Executive of Pillsbury Phils., Lisa ( you must be an Attorney now) and many more.

I haven’t really thought about this period in my life until I saw the San Diego Internet Marketing and suddenly I was reminded how we envisioned ourselves then to be as successful as these people are now in this particular field.

Well guys, we still are successful now in our own way aren’t we? For most of us, we now have lives that we never thought we’ll have years and years ago, isn’t it amazing? At that time as a programmer myself, I thought we are all a hit because we do something different for a living,(well, I mean, we’re struggling to make both ends meet) and people don’t even know how we can earn, what is Dbase 3 plus and what you mean by compiling it using Norton commander? What do you mean by Sales and Inventory System (thats my project with Mantex)

It was great experience to be in the programming industry those two years, a learning curve, being my first job.

Lookin at my right leg, you will discover the human map of life… Am talking about my veins, I have them and will have them for life, yet, because it’s properly positioned from behind, I don’t really take notice of it all unless I parade myself in my peach or sometimes in my mocha super duper skimpy shorts. And that happens mostl in the summer days, when the cal for the day is Domestic Duties. Oh, housewives, aren’t we fool at times? As for me, hoovering with the vacuum cleaner infront of the mirrors that double as the cover for the children’s built in robe in their bedroom. Sounds ridiculous as it may seem, yet a posed or two doesn’t hurt, checking out if my Ever priced youth charisma still intact… Half way trough my quarter turns, the awful truth reveals that while I’m modestly growing in grace, my Veins have also progress to looking like the Outback map whith all its clear details. Holly Marry Me!

I know, with the advancement of Science and with the arrival of the Global Positioning System Apparatus… something could be done with eradicating human spider webs, and New Jersey Plastic Surgery specialists can deal with at their best. Hmmmm…. that something to think about.

One of the many secrets of my life that I’m gonna share with you anyway, ( and hope you only tell one of your friends..) is that as soon as I get up in the morning, I go to the bathroom, and weigh myself and hoping for the best. That’s before drinking water, before breakky etcetera and boy! it saves the day knowing that I am 3 kgs lighter than normal, hahahah. THe next one is during shower time, oh well, we don’t go to shower fully clothed don’t we? So needless to say I strip off and pretend that I’ve got a body to die for! My ears are busy listening to the Young Diva’s remake of “What a Feeling” while I’m swaying my dainty tosh and bending my flabby thighs! Goodness sake, time to hide behind the shower doors as the lifesize mirror had enough of the show. Unconsiously wiggling myself in the warmth of the shower, yet, in days like days, all I say is , HOW GREAT IT IS TO BE FABULOUS! then after 10 minutes, all dried and dressed, I get out from the bathroom and ready to do my day’s routine… until my son blurts out, do we have to walk to school Mummy so you can have your exercise?….

Beverly Hills Liposuction Surgery! am sure you got some answers in your palm but is it the way to go though?

If you ask the Man of the House what is his priceless chill out, his responce would be, along with a pile of thick books and not so thick in his arm saying ” just reading books really and checking the net for more information and maybe watching a bit of documentary on the ABC telly.”

That’s my Man, yeah, ( I got one, in case, I failed to mention it before, he’s the blessed One!)
He would be Happy as Larry lying in the couch in any of those comfy mornings, still in his jammies and velvety slippers, and if I happen to wander around the kitchen, to grab my morning tea, I will never be tempted to to say hi, hows your sleep or how’s your day? coz I very well know that he’s in it! Processing information, transporting himself to the scene of history. The same goes when he is in front of the computer and telly…I just have to take a peek, whats on screen then I know… and will never say a thing… That’s his CHILL OUT MOMENT, soon it’s finish and will be ready to impart that knowledge in the dining table, with Mel and Bien politely showing interest in the object matter and whenever they get a chance, they burst into laughter and share the latest gossip again from school.

And oh, haven’t told him yet about this site that George Lindemann Jr knew about. Would be interesting if The Man of the House discover some more history in there.