White Star

My sister is in America now. I had been a bit worried about the damn Dennis hurricane that killed so many people. She is living in the Washington area, and she is just fine. Actualy she is working there in a hotel. There are great programs for students nowadays, they can go anywhere they want as long as they pass through an interview and a language test.
Anyway she was bathing in the ocean and having a great time in the jacuzzi. Well she has two jobs and no direct access to Internet, she has some excuses. Still she didn't send any pictures and I am curious.

By the way, 8.3 and dropping. Only if I wouldnt't eat so much during the week-end...

Hello friends! I am 8.6 and still going down. Well at 8.2 I think I am going to reward myself with something pretty to wear...

It occured to me that my blog name is different from the other's. Since I didn't wanna put my name on it (but I have it underneath) I thought I might find something to represent me. And I had been searching for a long time when I actually found it. It was a picture I took one afternoon, in one of my photographic expeditions. There was a little flower, star-shaped and white, which seemed so lost in a carpet of other flowers, practically identical. But that one offered itself to the camera, gracious and beautiful, and it became the best picture ever in my gallery.

That is the main motive. Another motive is a phrase my manager said one morning. People don't like him because he is always keeping the distance making himself a hard-to-get-to person. We know his army formation makes him like this, but people are like children, mean and ruthless. Well he said when I gave him the paperwork at the end of the day 'Thank you Ivona, you are a star.' I don't know if the expression was pejorative to him or he was just so relieved he had finished that he needed to express that to the messenger. And it makes no difference to me, because I am a star after all, I am unique and I am special.

This is the story of the blog's name.

I am on my diet again. My bad awful diet, one meal a day and nothing else. I drink a lot of water and I am still hungry. And still can't see losing anything. I have straberries and cream in the refrigerator, raspberry Pavlova and caulyflower cheese...I am hungry I could eat a horse.

I am 9.1 trying to get to 8. I have 6 weeks to look good for my holiday. Nobody cares, because all my friends like me the way I am. I can't really find a serious motive for all this self punishment. Could bullimia be the only reason for bullimia? Too hungry to think about it. I'm going for a nap, I might forget food...