HAY! I just got a massage from a theatre friend. While doing that she discussed that a single error in a human's organ can really affect other organs in the body. So the internal organs apply the principle of the bugok na kamatis. I think its different with people. One can be in the company of the bugok na kamatis and still protect her plumpness. It depends how fresh and plump the kamatis is. But it needs to be with the fresh kamatises from time to time so the bugok na kamatises won't get her plumpness and be a bugok na kamatis herself. Very familiar setting...

The masahe was bitin so i trooped to my official masseur in Philcoa---the blind people. I have a regular masseur there whom i featured in a show way back when i was just starting out in TV.

Disturbance #1 Somebody tried to make tambay behind my back to take a peek at my writing. I gazed at him and made my feelings felt that i want my fucking computer privacy and he's trying to take that away from me.Makuha ka sa tingin kung ayaw mong butasin ko yang tiyan mo.

My feet are getting bigger by the night and then they go back to its normal size in the morning. It's funny, sometimes my feet looks like they are owned by the Cojuangcos and then the next day they look like they are owned by the farmers of Hacienda Luisita. Yeah, my feet are in oppositional auras. They look protected and rich and then the next they look massacred and belittled. But they can look so horrible you can plant rootcrops.

My legs. Right now, they are bitten by ants near my bed. They bear scars of my mountain girl past but i glorify these like black medals and badges of honor for mother nature. We used to do reforestration projects in Sierra Madre and Montalban. I was a taga-bundok who can really walk miles. I can cut talahib higher than me and i was able to identify trees with their leaves and their medicinal benefits. That's why I don't get fat, i owe my metabolism to my bundok days. Poodrahbel, the brothers and I were out to save the world. at wala pang Captain Planet na cartoons nun.

My blind masseur is absent. Its 7pm when i got here in Philcoa so they're off to their homes.

Oh ERICH won. Haha! I like this girl. She's so lost--i mean her character. She's like an okra blending in a fruit salad.