Ganbayoku

I spent Friday with my close friend/neighbor/once-a-schoolmate/fellow brilliant bumz Fritzie.

A week before that, she gave me a Stone Spa gift certificate. We thought that the whole therapy will involve heated metamorphic rocks placed along your spine believed to relieve stress and eventually total rejuvenation. Fritzie suggested that it may involve boulder rocks having the script below --

Attendant: Utong sa mam. (Her carrying boulder rocks twice your size and maybe 10 times your weight).
You: O...kk... (and your innards are splattered and immortalized to the spa's columnar foundations).

So off we went still not leaving the thought of boulder rocks crushing us mercilessly. We presented our GCs and we're asked to sign a waiver which states -- "In case you will ultimately meet your demise within the premises of this establishment due to your own clumsiness, the management thereby will make use of your body juice as hilot-oil and all of what remains will be auctioned to the burger stalls nearby". We signed anyway.

They have two major changing quarters separating males/females or to my case he-who-believes-to-be-righfully-female. We were ushered to a warm and faintly-lit room.

We were told to select our own spot (the main platform is divided into five partitions). We chose our spot and the room started to warm up a lil more. This therapy will only ask someone to recline on the hot platform made of hot granite or stone slabs, sweat profusely and rehydrate every five minutes. A major break (given every-after 15 mins) is spent on the changing room where you are served with banaba tea with honey and calamansi allowing your body to cool down. The brochure explained that heating and abruptly cooling your body will allow detox, or the brochure may be wrong, but i indeed felt very well! After cooling down, we were asked to do our 2nd session, this time the room is not warm but hot! This made us nauseous (empty stomach is a no-no for this therapy) and asked the attendant not to continue the therapy anymore lest we'll turn into beef jerky. I took a shower, changed to my clothes and out we went like hungry vultures eyeing any flesh on brink of death.



I noticed that i felt so light inside, my skin is lighter and supple. I dont know what the feeling is. It may be rejuvenation and with that we're doing this at least once-a-month.

Finally!

I am surprised that i haven't added any new article for nearly 6 weeks! when you visit other blogs, you will see your blog's hyperlink screaming the line "7 weeks ago". Shame. So now I'm putting an end to that.

Since i learned recently that it's best for visual learners to have a clear thought on stories if bulleted, ergo --

1. My brother is now a proud father. It's weird that i feel obligated to do something to help him. I have work and im not spending for anything major, yet i feel like i don't know where all my earnings went or maybe because i'm not spending for anything major that i can't underscore/ highlight a lump sum of cash leaking out of my account? Dunno.

Now, I'm wondering how my dear brothers will survive and give a decent living to their own family. When I'm home, I know they're waiting for my word or any promise of a constant financial support. Now that's a dilemma. For one, I'm still learning the ropes of financial management which is extremely tedious 'coz I'm the easiest consumer to be swayed by anything that says "sale". I remembered how i barred myself from stepping into Maldita's store for a month after buying a festive-looking dress (tag still attached until now) and not wearing them for fear of being mistaken as German Moreno's lost ladyboy sister.

Anyway i figured something else to help them. I proposed that we'll buy a sow and milk her for all her worth until she'll wave the white flag after providing us 3 or 4 generations of her. I received nothing but silence. So I'll figure something else.

2. My aunt, who lives on the other side of the planet told me that my family needs to flee our house. She called me in the middle of my REM sleep, i helplessly reached for my buzzing phone and all that my mind can process is the word flashflood. I gained full consciousness and learned that they're all safe. She told me how my mom told her how our appliances were salvaged by no other than my super mom.

The following day, i felt that my aunt wants me to do something for them. If I'm Darna then sure. I'll plant my feet on the still floodwater and hurl myself up, amp my velocity and send back the water to where they're supposed to be at - sea. But i know that she wants to say something else and my brain's processing that, but I'm not ready yet. Period.

3. I am getting my Lenovo next month. It's funny how i go inside computer shops studying different specs with ample guidance and advise from fag hag par excellence Ms. Nikka hoe.

4. My current class is on nesting and I'm amazed with their performance. I'm like the mother goose watching my dear goslings apply what i taught them for three weeks. It warms my heart when someone closes a sale, approach me after and share what they just experienced. So cute!

See? this is concise and straightforward :)