Five days of master Cleanse

the entire cleanse process is supposed to take ten days, but sadly, I had to stop at 5 days because my work is not cooperating well with the process, and my parents are at their wit's end trying to get me to stop.

Though I tried to explain to them everything there is to know about the process, they simply wouldn't understand. They thought I was being cruel to my body and my intestines. They thought I was killing myself just to get thin.

Work has been pretty uncooperative as well. Pre-production meetings at food havens, 48-hour straight stressful tapings, difficult people, impossible deadlines, food is your only comfort.

In the five days I've worked under master cleanse, I lost 9lbs. Below is a proof of the pounds I lost. ahahah! Ten days would have caused a bigger and better difference. But five days is a good start.

master cleanse

The roadmap says I’m here, on the Healing Events, I'm on day 3. Side effects are supposed to become noticeable today such as headaches, morning sickness and more. But I’m not feeling any. Great!

Last night, kare-kare, sinigang, crispy pata, chocolate cake, blueberry cheesecake, kilawin were among the temptations that almost got me. Glad to have survived it. But why do I feel that it was a sour victory? AHAHAH! Arte pala.

Anyway, I just grabbed a caffeine-free tea from CBTL, the only food? allowed in the master cleanse.

I'm keeping a record of my daily improvements (if there are any) and I'd collaborate them after I'm done with this cleansing.

This diet is really eating up my wallet, and my reasons for keeping this diet strong is weakened by the day. People can be such a tease at times, and I simply need to get away from these people.

Go healthy life, go master cleanse.

The parable of the prodigal son

yan ang first reading sa mass last Sunday.

the past few blogs I wrote are either of frustrations at work, dissatisfaction, angst, and mostly of negative comments. Now Im'ma try to work out something good for goodness sake.

I heard mass this Sunday, and the priest repeatedly mentioned to do good only for goodness' sake. He said it like this:

"We should always expect something good from God whenever we do good things. But we should never do good things with the reward in mind, instead we do them for goodness' sake."


Well, what do we really have to expect then? It's hard to work on something without any assurance that any good will come out of it.

Like a farmer for instance. He plows his field in order to make good soil for seeds, for seeds to grow good fruits, ergo good harvest. Would he plow the soil only because it will do the soil good? Our actions are dictated by our goals in life. It's difficult to do something for nothing.

Helping in typhoon missions bring me that sense of fulfillment in life. Either way, we get something out of the things we do, material or emotion. Mother Theresa could have helped those poor people because it completes her, she gets emotional food out of it.

So maybe this is what the priest meant when he said "for goodness' sake." I hope so. If not, he would have made no sense at all, in my opinion.

I'm not a materialistic person, and I never saw material things as reward. This might be the reason why I never celebrate my birthday. I don't like receiving gifts. Hey, gifts are good, but a good company over coffee would have been a better gift. I'm that simple.

I think it's time to give that backpacking thing another shot.

I used to have this plan of leaving for Bangkok, meeting new people, surviving with a very little amount in my pocket, and invest in my social skills for a week long living. I love people, I really do. I love talking sense, and I love making stories out of them. I never liked big groups, I am more comfortable in two's, three's.

Way back high school, most of my "cool" friends would ask me, why hang out with a loser like that guy? I'd coldly reply, "he tells stories all the time, he doesn't stop, I find it interesting. Interesting enough to last an entire afternoon. This friendship lasted for two good years. Until the end, some of my friends still find him weird and deviant. That's why I don't hang out with these "cool" people anymore.

Wait, does that make me a loser?

My guardian angel drove me home

I was partying with some friends at Metrowalk last Saturday, and I was really drunk. Imagine a bottle of Cuervo, plus a bottle of Bacardi, plus three more tequila shots, and a pitcher of margarita. Epic.

As I was about to leave Metrowalk, I met an old friend from Lucena. She was working at Sitel, midnight shift. We chatted for a bit but I eventually decided to take off since well...I was wasted.

She got me a cab insisting that she should go with me since I'm drunk. But I convinced her that I can go by myself. She's always been a big sister to me, and even if we haven't seen each other for almost five years, there she was, all "ate" to me.

Anyway, she told the cab driver "Espanya manong" before she closed the taxi door. For the side mirror, I could see her waving goodbye.

"Hindi sa Espanya, sa Welcome Rotonda tayo manong." He nodded. I tried to keep myself awake until I reach home. I was observing every inch of the cab. I texted the plate number to a friend in case the driver mugs me, or if something bad happens. The cab driver was really old, and he was probably three inches away from the steering wheel. I guess driving at night made his vision poor.

On a normal day, this would alarm me, but I was drunk that night, this didn't bother me at all. He was driving very smoothly. Something inside me says I could completely trust this guy. And so I did. I fell asleep.

A voice inside my head woke me up, "andito na tayo boss." I opened my eyes and the cab was slowing down in front of our gate.

"Para manong."

I checked the taxi meter, P102.50. Quite cheap for a cab ride from Metrowalk to my place. I gave the driver a P120 and went down.

I woke up the next morning with no hangover whatsoever. It was like a scene taken out from a wild teenage movie where the actor gets so wasted he forgot how he got home.

Backtracking.

I remember drinking.

I remember meeting an old friend.

Taking a cab, yeah I remember.

But I don't remember giving the cab driver my exact address.

With regular cab drivers, say Welcome Rotonda, and he'll bring you to the big rotonda right by the late Grand Inihaw Encounter, across UDMC. Because that's Welcome Rotonda. But my cab driver didn't, I was right across my house.

The incident didn't freak me out up until I finished putting the puzzle pieces together. Come to think of it, I never saw the cab driver's face because he was positioned very close to the steering wheel. I didn't give him a second look when I payed the fare either. All I know is that he was balding, and that he was really old.

I wish I have saved the cab's number for, well, to remember this incident by.

Maybe at times we get so forgetful and carefree, and looking after ourselves comes in only second. God finds a way to take care of us, by sending us his angels. They look after us in such mysterious ways, sometimes, we take for granted.

I know my angel is out there somewhere, or maybe beside me, watching as I write this blog about him/her. Everyday for me is a miracle, but for this one night, my angel decided to take it a notch higher.

I love my guardian angel. Have you met yours?

Bali hates me

I don't know why, well, yeah, I kinda know why she hates me now.

That is because I do all the dirty and nasty stuffs to her, to get her really clean.

I take out and torture the lice and ticks I see on her fur, the process hurts her. I hope she understands that I do this to her because of love.

I scold her whenever she pees on my bedroom floor. I want her to learn manners.

I scold her whenever she eats garbage. It's dirty. But to her, it's sumptuous. (ahah, sumptuous ampota)

Now she doesn't want to cuddle anymore. She growls whenever I get near her at times.

I want to get her back, but how?

Reynard came over for lunch and Bali was all crazy to see him. I'm pretty sure if Macky, BJ, or Cams make their visits, Bali will be delighted as well.

Bali's health is deteriorating. She doesn't eat as much anymore. Our house is not clean enough for Bali. I need someone to take care of her, or until I have enough time to get her attention back.

I'll take her to the vet next payday.

Soon, we'll be together again. Lahat ng ginagawa ko, dahil mahal kita. Remember that. =(