Wrinkles and Beer Belly

I woke up in a wee hour of the morning, I guess I was hungry. But before that , I went to the bathroom, took a pee and look at myself in the mirror. Checked my face, yes, there they are,  my ugly wrinkles and they are getting bigger by the day. The ones on my forehead now looks like the San Andreas fault line , I'm increasingly becoming anxious about these things, and my beer belly as well. Not so long ago, I was looking like a debonaire, back in the days, girls would go crazy about me. Those times are long gone, now I have to put up with the dilemma of getting old.  My hair is shredding like crazy, I would always worry about the amount of hair I see on my pillow and in the shower. Yes, I got the hair loss problem too. I got tired of it. I then decided to shave it all off..  No rituals, no crying like others do before they do it. It didn't took much of courage to do it. I just woke up one day, and said to myself in front of the mirror. I had it with this! I got to do something. I took the clipper and just shaved away. In an instant Now,  I look like Lex Luthor. I remember sobbing like a bitch and curled like a ball after I saw myself in the mirror.
But I stood up, I faced the mirror, I said to myself, I am who I am.  I can live with this. But it didn't work.
I still have to wear my hat every time I go out. I know,  it's so pathetic.

 But as days move on, I'm kind of coping with it in a positive tune  and I'm kind of getting used to it, I think. However, I'm keeping an eye on news of cutting edge treatments, that I heard they are getting close to solving the puzzle of men's  hair loss problems. Nevertheless I'm still aging. I hope I can reconcile myself on accepting the fact that we do get old, and say bye bye to your young looking self. And say hello to Mr. Clean look alike.

Now, back to my beer belly. I stopped drinking beer. Doing some situps and some pushups. At least I can do something about it. I hope I can carry on doing it for at least a year. I wonder what my abs would look like after a year. hmmm., something to look forward to.  I should have done this 5 years ago. But it's never too late. I'm so doing this everyday.
As with my wrinkles. Wrinkles they say are signs of wisdom. That makes me so wise then.  You see,   they really appear like the Nazca Line of Peru when I scrunch my face especially in the eyes area. I'm increasingly worried about it. But,  I'm not the type that would go and get some latest anti wrinkle free creams and skin whiteners etc. That would be so strange.

Myriad of things I realized in going through all of this. Annoyingly, they come at the same time in these stage of  my life, which is so life changing. .
Another curve ball that life throws at you. Like everybody else, You just have to cope with it and carry on living your life. I'm not bitter about it. I guess, I'm just not built to deal with this kind of ****. Like a self respecting person would do. Just go with it.

A National Heartache

A judge trying to catch Manny's head to soften the impact before it slams on the canvass

I'm sure you've heard the name Manny Pacquaio somewhere, but if happens that you've been living under a rock, Manny Pacquaio  holds the belt for 8 weight class divisions in the sport of boxing and arguably  the No. 1 Pound for pound boxer in the planet. To make his introduction short, he is  the most popular boxer of our  era. Fondly called by boxing enthusiast like me as the " Pacman",
 Americans finds him a lovable guy., most of the world wants to see him win every fight., he has been in his 16 winning streak, no wonder why fans so excited about him .  Back in the Philippines where he came from, people considers him an icon. I guess if he ever run for president, no doubt in my mind that he will win by a landslide.

December 8, 2012 in MGM Grand Las Vegas Nevada,  the unexpected happened. He got knocked out in the manner that makes a sensitive boxing fan question why he or she loves this potentially brutal sport. He got knocked out cold that he needs to be woken up by smelling salt, I thought he died there for a few seconds.
My heart fell into my stomach when I saw in slow motion how he went face down on the canvass, then motionless.
I felt so strange, I have never felt this emotion before. It seems like I just witnessed a family member die in front of me. Plainly Horrible.

Let's back up a little bit.
In the other side of the planet. Just a day before that.
A part of the Philippines has just been devastated by a very strong typhoon that caused a flash flood and killed approximately 600 Filipinos .  People in the are were evacuated to a safe zone where they can have their temporary shelter and emergency supplies of medicines and relief goods. They even installed a huge TV so people could watch their hero fight. No one of course expects anything terrible would happen. So the multitude gathered and watched.  Then it happened...
 Conveniently, the media was there as well to ask the people what they felt about what just happened.

They must have felt the same way like I did. One of them spoke and said on national TV, " this is worst than the typhoon that just hit us", - I find that very strange.  People walked out and left. I guess some of them wants that TV smashed to smithereens. Some people stayed and looked on to see if Manny was OK. While  closely attended by his team, as expected ,  he gradually woke up,. He then got back to his senses and was sat on a stool.. The people that walked out took a  glance again at the tv , and when they saw him walking around, they turned around and their faced showed a sign of relief and stayed and carried on watching.  Yes, even me.  What a relief to see that he is OK after all.

I realized that every time he wins a fight, the whole of the Philippines celebrates with him, men would take out their karaoke and sang the whole day . Something lights up in their eyes, even though they don't get any piece of  Pacquaio's winnings.  But nevertheless, Filipinos would gather around and talk about the fight, OK that's very common. What about a nation that seems to experience a heartbreak after a knockout loss? A National heartache as I call it. For me, that is something else.

One latest interview that I saw. He said that, It was a " lucky punch" that got him.  He then later apologized that he lost the fight, and then he wept... he said in a very teary eyes that he is sad because  he made the people sad by losing the fight.  He then promised that,  We will rise again.

 How can you not love this dude. ?  He is just incredibly cool!. That explains it why people adores him. He is definitely still my Champ. Through thick or thin.  God Bless you Manny.

Comfort in thought sharing

This is my first ever blog. I have always wanted to start a blog ever since blogging has been invented, but I have also been reluctant to do so because of my English language limitation. You see, English is not my first language , so, if ever you see anything that doesn't sound right in my English, I apologize as early as now. But I'll try to make this blog as interesting as possible, while avoiding to annoy you.

I heard that blogging has some therapeutic effects on some people when it comes to their mental well being.
I guess maybe, blogging can make you feel that you are somewhat sharing your thoughts to someone, something like talking to a friend when you are upset with something, it always works right? sometimes you strangely  talk about happy times and even heartaches right? and you sometimes regret it even blurting it out sometimes., but still you do it anyway, because it lightens your heart, makes you feel better.  I would say, that's my first intentions when I thought of starting a blog, finally, I have a way sharing my ideas to people, it could be boring to some readers, but I'm hoping that someone out there would find this blog interesting.  I have a feeling that this one would not only be limited on about my culinary experience only, but on the whole of my life experiences as well, something like a personal diary. I hope it serves its good purpose on me and you.

What about my Identity? . I figured that I would rather not share my personal details for now, for some personal reasons , but I hope you would still connect with me in each of my postings even though you don't have a clue the blogger is, but who really cares btw? . As we go along, you will meet some people in here, learn some dishes, get to know me as one of your fellow passenger aboard in a ship we call Earth and the wonderful journey we call life.
Maybe learn some things that you can apply in your own situation or just maybe this blog would give you the right amount of annoyance for the day.  So be it, let's start this blog .  So, stick around and experience a bit of my life.