it’s bliss

thank you for the long weekend.

my body’s aching pretty bad from head to foot and from abdominal muscles to calloused (almost-torn) skin, but i’m happy.

i’m far from where i was before but i’m taking steps.

back to baby steps. can’t wait to ge back to giant steps. if there will ever be giant steps again. looks like work will get in the way of continuous training but…who knows. might find a way around it.

thanks for my trainor who tolerates my sour and bitter salad of brattiness, impatience, mind games, physical abuse, sarcasm and negativity. you know i’m a hard-headed, big-egoed a** but i’m telling you, with you, i’m just forced to swallow it all. does that make me weak? strong? i don’t really know–but i’d rather not think about it and just try to move on.

just keep swimming, just keep swimming (remember dory?)

”cause i gotta have faith, faith, faith. i gotta have faith.

oh, and thanks for the zion-inspired party last friday that kept throwing me off my seat. thanks for the slice in my finger off a broken beer bottle–it was pretty cool to find blood in my hands. thanks for the slight hang0ver that left me lying on the bed the whole afternoon. i’m reminded i still do stupid things and still alive. hehehehehe.

It’s always full, and the commuters’ (and more often than not, even the staff’s!) lack of discipline gets to me every morning and evening. Thank God there are some things that show up every once in a while to keep me amused…

PA System: Attention all passengers. For your safety, please dunat step on the yellow platform edge. <pause> Paalala lang po sa lahat ng pasahero. Para sa inyong kaligtasan, ‘wag po tayong tumapak sa dilaw na tiles.
I just squirmed upon hearing this translation.

While anxiously awaiting for the approaching train in the cramped space between ladies who can’t line up and would rather squish each other’s boobs, butts and bags (practically breathing the warm air that they exhale from their noses/mouths), the PA System suddenly goes off: GUARD! GUARD! Stop entry, stop entry muna. Skipping train pala ‘to. Guard, hindi pala hihinto itong next train, stop entry muna."
Cripes.

Train Driver: We are now approaching Gwadaloopy station, Gwadaloopy station.
This makes me grin everytime.

In the train for women and the elderly only, one guy, for some reason, manages to sneak in. He stands in the middle of many women, near the doors, watching the crowd (try to) make their way in.
Girl going in (rolling her eyes): Kasi naman, may mga wala naman dapat dito…<clearly implying how the guy was there to grab his chance at "feeling" some girls…>
Guy (in major disbelief–drops his jaw, gasps for a full second, and mutters under his breath): M-Miss–it’s nat what you think!

And if at some days I fall short of other people to laugh about, God conjures up other ways of making me forget about the bad rides. Like, one evening, when I was walking down the Ayala station stairs (parallel to the escalator), I slipped on one step and bounced two full steps down on my ass. My umbrella flew maybe three steps down and a lady riding on the esclator shrieked "AH!!!", ensuring that all eyes turned to me as I sat there on the wet stairs.

Great.

Who can’t laugh about that?