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Locker, Shower and A Plan-Filled Barrel    Thanks J for sending me the pictures. I live in NY vicariously through you. Andreas and Miguel (and Tita) I appreciate the sweet thought, but it's probably not the right time to visit you and meet you in person (and see your new house at The Hamptons). Hope the invitation is still open though in the future. Second plan is to take Capoeira classes. Check. EBC Philippines offers beginners classes every Tuesday and Thursday at Manila Polo Club for 350 bucks. Oh boy, it was oh so fun! But it's also hard. Having weak arms is a clear disadvantage because I need to be able to support my body weight in hand stand. So the third plan is to go back to the gym, and buff up. Check. June 1st was my first day in Fitness First in the Fort, and boy it was oh so memorable. Or more appopriately, embarrassing. After working out, I went to the steam room to relax. After a good 10 minutes, I went back to the locker room to get my bath essentials. To my horror, the locker was kind of rusty and it won't open. I spent a traumatizing fifteen minutes turning and twisting the key to open the locker. Having a rusty locker is fine but not when you're on your wet underwear. The worst part is, I couldn't go down to go to the reception area and ask for help because of obvious reasons, and I couldn't ask help from the people passing by because I was too embarrassed to even look at them. And the sports towel didn't help either because it's too small to even cover my face from embarrassment. When I finally got to open the locker, I hurried to the shower room. I thought that it was the end of my embarrassment, but to my surprise it had just begun. Unaware of what's about to happen, I stripped naked and started showering. Then much to my surprise, somebody opened the door. And when I thought that it was the end of mistaken empty cubicle case, it was not. While I was lathering up, another man opened the door and this time I was facing him. You see, the shower doors have no lock, and I didn't know that to indicate that someone's occupying a shower cubicle, one has to hang his towel by the door (or so as far as my observation proves). And since my trusty Speedo sports towel is too small to have its plastic case, I didn't hang it. Had he been the model I saw in the BodyPump class, I would have smiled, and forgave him, but he was the furball who talked so pompously loud about his new car. I just yelped a big "Hey!" Fourth plan is to change my work. On the fourth week of June, I will be joining a team of tenured Senior QAs and I will be assigned to a different supervisor and that means I have new tasks and I will probably be back in Ortigas. Hope this one turns out well. + + + In other news, I am officially a grandfather. The + + + Since we're not allowed to take pictures of our Capoeira classes, I can not show you how fun it is not only for the heart and for the eyes. Fortunately, J sent me pictures of his Capoeira class in NYC. I must say, you have a lot of cute boys in your class. And my heart is fixated on him:  I miss you J! Happy weekend everyone! Post a comment in response: |
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