The Park

Yep, I’m back. After a four-day weekend of geekery, it’s nice to be home.

For geeky things, anyway.

I’m a few hours away from Baltimore, and I’m taking an early flight out of Houston. I’m dead tired, but it should be okay. This simply means I’ll be asleep all the way to Maryland.

For this year, I have vague plans. All I know, I’d be hanging out with Anna, bless her kind soul for putting up with me, and maybe meet random internet people. As for the events, it’s a wait and see kind of thing. Although, I’m most keen on going to Kappei Yamaguchi’s panel. And of course, there’s Jo Chen, mostly because of her gorgeous cover arts for BtVS season 8 comic. Plus, I have a thing for anything related to the Whedonverse.

It has been a while since I’ve seen old images from way back when. Thanks to my sister P for sending a few of them.

left to right, my sisters Pe and Bim, my cousin Apple, and Ten (early 90s)

The picture above was taken in our old house at Valenzuela, and as usual, we, my sisters and cousins, were hanging out.

How nostalgic~

Ah. Week 13 — that’s starting on thursday –here I come. Since I’ll be in Baltimore for most of week 13, I won’t be having the chance to truly finish off the recovery week. Still.

These past few weeks had been quite a trip, in both good and bad sense. The exercises were relatively doable. Push-ups are frakin’ insane. I hate yoga. I love Kenpo, Cardio and Core. I enjoy weight training. But the calorie counting makes my life totally unbearable. It is hard, damnit! But I survived, and lost quite a bit of weight. Co-workers, friends, and family noticed the changes too, which is kinda awesome.

At my worst, I weighed about the size of a barge. But slowly it dwindled down to, erm, relatively, acceptable levels. Although I’m far off from my goal for December, I think I might be able to manage it. Or at least, I’m crossing my fingers.

An old picture taken possibly when I was seven or eight years old, wearing a traditional Filipino costume for a performance. It was one of those school festivals where we had to dance in front of audiences. Every year during February, we had a week-long school festival. Those were fun times.

My sisters tease me about how I look so quiet and so shy and so innocent back in the day. A facade, they say.