Now, this is what I am talking about. All state of the art equipment and my body not so stately enough.
The gym at the other house is more intimate, but this one is a megalith.
Despite, I don't see my host using this except for a lone rooster straying once in a while.
Good am
It's apt to blur the face because I look like right about to expel what I ate last night.
Hirap pala nito maskin magaan. Babali-balibag ang aking shoulders at braso parang kinukusot na labada.
Hirap pag walang taga spot o walang kasama. Baka madaganan pa ako. Yay!
Bagong ligo!
Naligo sa ulan (na may saplot) at sa banyo (na walang saplot). Syempre! Lol.
Tomguts na at hanap pagkain sa kusina shortly. Na may saplot--syempre 2x ulit! Haha.
Kulit ng iniisip nyo kasi. 🤣🤪🤪
Inadvertently helped myself to what I assumed was a communal buffet at a restaurant. Pile my plate high. Turns out it was a private feast ordered by a group I had absolutely no affiliation with.
So yes, I am now a gatecrasher. Uninvited. Unaware. Utterly well-fed.
🍽️💀 Salamat!
That awkward moment when you want to be spooked, but can’t—or more wisely, ought not. The far more foreboding prospect is tumbling downhill like Jill, only with considerably more mass. Newton's force is real.
Still, I think there’s something stirring underneath the stairboards.
This freaked me out. Truly. And immensely.
I do wonder, though—are these two critters more skilled at what they do than all the alter Pinoys on X, collectively doing what they do best (or, at least, desire to)?
Waiting for the rain to subside. Meanwhile....
You know what they say about men with big feet.....
....We wear pair of big shoes.
What about huge calves?
....our socks gets worn out easily! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Blue Series Partie Deux
Same shirt, different existential crisis
Taken 3 weeks ago in the loo—because it was the only room with a white background and floodlight-level glare to satisfy the ever-whimsical demands of a visa application.
Resourceful? Yes. Dignified? Not remotely.
Blue series partie trois.
This is the moment when I learned that the world might be careening towards a WW3, the risk of a global market freefall, and a global international order in peril--all while the Philippines is trapped in its pettiness on the wording of its Constitution.
Blasted my way to catch a flight back to CdO. At one point, I thought I’d be flung off like a malfunctioning airbag. Can’t swim to save my life, so I would've just ended up as an impromptu flotation device—a very ungraceful one. 😂
Happy Sunday sa lahat!
My baby boy, Junjun, misses me terribly. Just look at that nose: a snuggle weapon of mass distraction (note the "a"). ^_^
He launches himself into bed like a tiny, affectionate torpedo.
Good morning, from the slightly squashed side of the mattress.