nightmare on elm street..err…teneres street, baguio city

everybody’s going gaga over crazy halloween costume parties. our office included. i came in to work at 12am to find out that they’re having a party with a live band and free beer and barbecue at the parking lot. the works. our supervisors are prancing around with their costumes. i repeat, costumes. happy halloween! boo.

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i had a traumatic dream last sunday. that i was huge-fat and that my wedding was cancelled because i can’t fit in my wedding dress. i know, very pathetic…but i can’t help thinking…what if? noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! so with that vivid image still playing in my mind, i woke up monday morning and exhausted myself for 2 hours as i undergo a tedious workout. i felt good ang light-headed afterwards (note: i only had a banana for breakfast). now i wanted to see if my jumping around for 2 hours had an effect on my body. (1) i was sweating like a waterfall, (2) my legs ache like hell, (3) my chest is burning, (4) im running out of breath, (5) im dying. ok, scratch the last one. in short, i know that i did a good job because my body felt like lead. good, vey good. i took a nap after and when i woke up, i felt every inch of my body ache. my muscles are screaming in pain. very good job. but in my delirious desire to shed off some fat, im willing to go through the same routine for the next couple of months. i know it will be one big pain in the ass but its the only way for me to have a brighter future. haha. and to think that ive been planning to do this for the past 2 months but i was just plain old laaazzzyyyyy…i didn’t know only a nightmare could have motivated me to action. teehee. good luck to me and my dream of fitting on that wedding dress.