The human body is capable of enduring activities that you might otherwise think possible. Of course with a strong mindset of determination and no choice, one has to really dunk to the abyss or arise from the quicksand. Two days ago, I was on bed, sick with fever and drowned with liter bottles of orange juice, deprived of domestication and bearing the leg cramps. And now, I'm here at Laguna, enjoying the too sunny weather, planning to eat as much, unmindful of my swollen tonsils and itchy windpipes. Maybe I ate too much ube ice cream the first day I had fever. Now I'm reaping the consequence of not being to swallow a pill that easy.

After having that hateful fever, I wanted to catch our spiritual leadership and transformation training at Rizal, Laguna. And so my travail of unknown territory came to pass. I took the Lucena bus, dropped off at San Pablo, question here question there, hailed a tricyle, forgetting my Gatorade at the jeep right after I jumped off the jeepney at that road where the Rizal Recreation Center is leading. I was victorious! I arrived at the site- such beautiful resort grounds, participated at the latter part of the discussions, had a healthy dinner (squash, sayote, carrots). But from some unknown force of the universe, I was counseled by a mythical creature that I had to repeat the whole SLT module because I wasn't there on the first sessions and it's pointless to stay, since I'll technically be an observer only. And so I decided, with a not-so-heavy tone, and controlled sighs, that I'm leaving the following morning and just stay at my Tita's place in Pila, Laguna. Sourgraping, I reasoned that I was still sick and have sleepless because of my restricted cough. I left Rizal at 6:15 am and arrived at Pila at 7 am. Whew! I thought that what I did was beyond my phycisal capacity, because really - my heart is willing but the flesh is weak. My body is still recuperating from being bed-ridden patient, and I packed off my bags and picked off carefully matched pieces for my everyday wear.