Mr. G's Spot

While walking on the treadmill, I was approached by this short but cute and hunky trainer.  (Hawig kay Polo Ravales, pero slight lang.). He introduced himself, which I already forgot (geez, I need to look at his name plate again!).  You know I tend to forget names, and I try not to look at them in the eye while talking since they might find out I am lusting for interested in them. Let's just call him "Chinito Hunk". As a matter of courtesy, I introduced myself.  Of course you cannot fake your name in the gym since they have my records, and the gym is just 15-minute ride away from home.  So I cannot do anything hanky panky. Anyway, he offered me the 15-fitness fix for the day (for those who are going to a particular gym, you know what I mean).   It was basically a combination of cardio exercises. Then he asked me a question I definitely averse.

Last week, I went to Shangri-la to scout for a digital camera at Level 6 stores.  When I was done, I saw two guys infront of the elevators.  The other man was well in his 40s and the other one was in his early 20s or even younger.  The younger guy was even sporting a hair “arrangement” that would scare the lizards out.  Definitely, they were not the case of a father and son, as I heard the older guy saying, “Let’s go, to my car.”  Besides, the younger guy, who was good enough to be his son, did not act like one.  “Hmmnnn! Interesting!” I thought. That incident brought back one of my unforgettable experience in Baguio.  I was young and fresh from college, I found solace in watching the sun go down while sitting on the benches along the Burnham Lake.  At sundown, I decided to take a few rounds of stroll around the lake, and then returned to my bench when my feet got sore.  So while massaging my legs and twisting my ankles, a matured guy, s...

Two Sundays ago (July 7), I was on a business trip, which allowed me to start this reflection.   Originally, this article had a different story.  Although the original title was retained, my subconscious mind just flowed like a stream and I thought I ought to give myself one more time to reflect upon myself after my Baguio Vignettes; to challenge myself and draw a closure on something I have not dealt with for the past years.  I hope for your continued indulgence to my personal reflections.  And it is my prayer that somehow, I would still be able to touch your heart and tickle your mind…and perhaps empathize with me. Reflections on a mirror Last Saturday (July 6), I went to the gym to resume my workouts for the nth time.  The weather last month took its toll and left me with severe colds and cough, which prevented me from working out.  Feeling better this month, I told myself I have to resume my workouts to get back in shape and redeem my money’...