I enrolled in a gym last week because I need to lose a few kilos. I cannot let my relatives deplore how fat I am (we’ll be in cousin’s wedding next month) and how they wish I’d get married because I’m not getting any younger, this based on the statistic that my cousins all got married between 19 and 23. By their standards, manang na manang na ako. Like excess weight and being single is correlated. I’ve been huffing and puffing at the gym for four days now and I’ve lost 2lbs. This without dinner and rice and chocolate. The boyf was supportive, going on a diet himself, which was sweet. Now I have one month to lose some fat and fit into something respectable and formal.

Mulling over what torture to expect from the gym’s fitness coach this afternoon, I tuned in to a local radio and heard Joss Stone’s cover version of Queen’s “Under Pressure.” Ack! I was so disappointed at how she turned out. I loved her first two albums and I think the third album was just too lousy and pop. I hope someone steers her to the right direction, or smacks her back to her senses.