Abducted. Those who have read my last two blogs were all sympathies for me. I would like to thank all of you for that. But as I recount the events that happened in Feb, it wasn’t that bad at all. I thought I would be recovering in like a year or so but it proved to be an exaggeration. I am into this new series, The 4400, which is about people abducted by aliens from 1956 -2003, and they all reappeared through a ball of light over a lake in Seattle. The 4400’s were trying to reconnect to the world. That is exactly what happened to me this March. It’s as if I already forgot what happened last Feb. Freaky huh.Baguio. Last 21-22 March, my boss and I went to Baguio, It turned out to be boring. I enjoyed the 14 hour bus ride (we didn’t ride a chopper this time) better than my 12 hour stay there. I just bought a box of strawberry jams and 3 kilos of fresh ones and chocolate flakes.
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Trim. It started out as a challenge. My ex said (this is when we’re still together, while looking at the cover of ICON magazine, where there is bunch of bare-chested guys): “You (your body) were never like that and you’ll never be like that”. I was barred to work out for year. But guess what: I’m back.
Eclipse. I enrolled at the Eclipse Gym (www.eclipsegym.com), Mabini last March 3. I
t’s a La Sallista (Taft that is hehe) gym where people sport havaianas and basketball uniforms (yes, no rubber shoes 
allowed in the gym area). I was told that athletes of the NBA workout barefooted in their gym. I’ve like 4 types of exercises in a session which is thrice a week. The gym doesn’t have instructors but coaches that don’t believe that my condition should impede my workout. A friend of mine saw me and he can’t believe that I’ve gained a lot of weight. All I said was: “That’s why I’m back! See you in May. (haha)
Havaianas. Arvy and Ness’ dad just came from Brazil and he bought every Havaianas flip flops
that he could grab (and Ipanemas too). I bought the almoana(?) and surf style pairs to complement my existing blue pair. I just love it. And it became part of my bathroom door décor.Happy. The question is am I happy? The answer is YES I AM. I’m a survivor remember. Someone asked me that if there’s a song that would describe how I am now that would be The Last Time by Eric Benet (thanks to my friend Red for introducing the song to me). Kudos!
