bend it, baby!
My inbox is flooded with invitations to the gym and I’ve been evading them since. I still have to recover from the recent ‘yoga class,’ you see.
I was pretty gung-ho about this gym thing, at first. I’ve been living a really sedentary lifestyle and I thought I needed to shake my butt a bit, I fear it’s beginning to sag. Plus, I really need to do something physical to de-stress. Everyone seems to be into badminton these days, but I don’t particularly enjoy running around (besides, all that running tends to develop my calf muscles into proportion I don't particularly like). My first choice was swimming, coz it’s something I can do alone, but by doctor’s orders I have to keep out of the water until my wound is fully healed. Next choice was taekwondo, but nobody I know was interested. I believe they told me something like, “Anna, girl, that is so unfeminine. How about taebo instead?” Anyway, I don’t really want to get into taekwondo class with no sparring partner, so the idea went poof. Yoga, seemed like a nice compromise. It doesn’t involve a lot of gym accoutrements, just shirt and sweat pants, and nothing too physically taxing, or so I thought.
Jaja, my coffee bean classmate, happens to be a gym buff. I think she’s gone through almost all the gyms in QC area. Her latest haunt is ‘Fitness First’ at the ELJ Center. Anyway, she invited me to try out the yoga class. I was pretty excited; I’d practically decided I’d sign up for membership. The location and the schedule, which is at 8:30 in the evening, are perfect; that is until I actually tried out the class.
We arrived quite early, Jaja being a stickler for punctuality; as a result we ended up occupying the front row- a mistake. I must have distracted yoga instructor the whole time and not because of my physical attractions (though, I looked rather fetching in my white sweat pants and teeny-weeny fuchsia tee) but more of my gaffes. I didn’t realize I was that out of shape. I used to be really limber, now I couldn’t even touch my toes! Halfway thru the transition to the warrior pose, I lost my balance and actually fell off the mat! The instructor was, by then trying, very hard not to look at me. I guess he already was having a hard time controlling his laughter. I was on the verge of rolling my mat and walking out. The only thing that prevented me was my pride and the fact that I was positioned out front. So, I endured the rest of the class and struggled to contort my body- quite a futile endeavor. Suffice it to say that that ended my contortionist dreams.
I guess I just have to wait ‘till I get to be a water belle again.
Small World?
Who would have thought that two of my friends, who do not exactly move in the same circles, know the same guy and arranged me a blind date with him? Had I not found out, I would have gone on two blind dates with the same guy!
I attended the binyag of my roommate’s youngest son, my 4th inaanak to date. She’d introduced to me a guy she’d been trying to set me up with for the past couple of years. The guy and I never really get to go out. Back then he was an intern, while I was busy on the campaign trail. I assumed the guy had married, or, at least, have a steady girlfriend by now. Apparently, he doesn’t, and Ayen is still in this freaky match-making bent. I think she’s sort of hoping some of her posse would end up with her hubby’s friends (then we’d all go on holiday trips together ahahaha). Anyway, Ayen is by far the least subtle of all people, the kind who makes a big production of everything. So, the minute she got me cornered (well not exactly cornered as I was standing near the gifts’ table out front) called out to ‘the guy’ to hurry over and then promptly left us alone to get, er, acquainted, while the rest of the pack were pretending not to eavesdrop on our conversation.
As is typical of me in a stressful situation (yes it is very stressful to be put on the spot) I tried to wing it, albeit in a rather fidgety manner (hand gestures and a lot of shoulder shrugs). It was actually kind of funny we were standing somewhat 3 feet apart (I’m pretty sure I stepped back after the handshake) and we were kinda moving in circles, literally. I was standing near an industrial fan, or at least it felt like one, but somehow ended up infront of the thing and my hair was blowing all around me (I could picture my hair fanning about my face, it made a horribly funny picture), a good number fell into my mouth actually, so I had to step away. He had to change positions, too, so he would be facing me. We could have just sat down in one of the tables, but neither of us thought of it. So, we stood there making small talk, until my bra strap started to fall off my shoulder (uh-oh…must be because of the shrugging). I tried to discreetly pull it up to no avail. I was wearing one of those button-down shirt with short sleeves and my strap was just a centimeter away from flashing the world of its lacy existence. I really, really needed to pull it up, the kind where you have to actually reach down your collar to do it. By then I’d lost track of the conversation as I was debating whether I’d actually dare reach down and pull my strap or to excuse myself. So, while he was in the middle of something, I mumbled a lame, “I need to get to the toilet,” and rushed off (oh god!). It took me a while to get out for I discovered I also tracked candle drops on my red Mango slacks! I’m spotting white polka dots on both knees. Ahh! It took me a while to get them off and by the time I got back, he had already joined his friends.
Then to my surprise, I saw a vaguely familiar face in their table. Marvin (Mumty’s lovey)? A week ago, Mumty told me of setting me up with this doctor guy and had given me a good description of him, but forgot to mention the guy’s name or that he’s Marvin’s buddy. Geezus, but the description fit ‘this guy’ to a T! Alarm bells started to ring in my head and I had this urge to start giggling.I just had to ask if the guy in red is Marvin, and so he is, which means the guy Mumty told me about is the same guy that Ayen is trying to set me up with, a guy who happens to be a friend of both their loveys (It turned out Marvin and Carlo, Aileen’s husband, are childhood friends) .
Ain’t it funny, both of my friends, who’re unaware of each other’s existence, would match me up with same guy? Ayen said it’s fate (harummph!); I should go out with this ‘guy’. Er, yeah, we never even made it to the part where we get to exchange numbers.
Doctor! Doctor!
my sis passed the physician's board exam! a doctor in family, yeba!
CONGRATULATIONS DR. CITADEL RABANES!
see link for the rest of the list:
http://www.inq7.net/exam/Phys0805.pdf
