If you want to blackmail me using my ugliest photos, you can find them in my high school yearbook or in my government IDs (except my social security ID - the thought of the government giving me money brought out that big smile. Too optimistic, I suppose.)
I renewed my NBI clearance today. When you stand in line for two hours, you're bound to look like a criminal by the time they take your photo. Who wouldn't feel murderous when his or her varicose veins are about to explode?
Big Apple Express Spa
I got a Balinese massage and tried the Nutra-Ice menthol lotion. In this 36 degree weather, this epidermal self-cooling system lasts for 3 hours. For an extra PHP100, you save on air-conditioning. Try it.
Republiq
I went clubbing with my friend last Holy Wednesday.
Me: Aren't we forbidden to party this Holy Week?
Friend: I don't know.
Me: Well, I checked with my sister and she said it's okay 'til Good Friday. So if we go to hell, I'll blame her.
The place was packed at midnight. Considering it's a work night, Holy Week, and half of the clubbing population in Boracay, I'd say Republiq is a happening place. Dirty bit!
Gym
The three words you should keep to yourself and never say to me: “You gained weight.” Yes, I'm one of those people whose self-esteem is tied to their BMI. So when my trainer said I put on weight, I tried to convince myself it's a marketing ploy to get me to renew my training session.
To settle the argument, we did the ultimate litmus test – the weighing scale. I avoided him for three days because I was scared to get on that overly-complex scale that measures your weight, body fat, BMR, BMI, body water, metabolic age, sperm count, DNA composition...
Turns out I gained 2 pounds but I still have a body age of 19! Ha! Suck on that! Gloat, gloat and say what? Oh yes, gloat. My self-esteem is doing just fine.
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