The way to healthy lungs and other theories


The greatest thing in this Makati gig is the walking. Once, I walked from Greenbelt to Axa Bldg in Buendia, which took me 20 minutes, approximately. The sun was shining, there was a small breeze, I was listening to The Life Pursuit ( It’s now obvious that it will top my soundtracks-of-the year list, although Camera Obscura’s Let’s Get Out of this Country is a close second.)

I don’t even mind the pollution. It’s annoying, but I have a theory that walking plus pollution equals stronger lungs. Proof: when I went to Kule office last week, I didn’t pause to catch my breath all the way to the fourth floor. My breathing was actually normal. And I was carrying a big bag. Top that!


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Lab, that weird monkey, was here two weeks ago. Over dinner, he asked me about the migraines. I told him it was nothing; they just changed patterns. But he had another theory: the headaches might be signals from aliens. It’s my mothership way of contacting me. “Hala, Maybe you’re an alien. Maybe you’re not really my cousin after all,” he said.

But would an alien pay for your dinner and make you mix cds full of indiepop goodness? I KNOW I’m the best cousin ever. =)