I wrote this right before new year. I'm just posting it now.

There is a bit of a signal here in my room so I am able to post tonight. My network adapter is 2 years old and can hardly penetrate walls.

Today is the best I've been in a month and half. I've been looking forward to this condition for some time now. I realize health is a gift, a privilege handed to us by God. So, if you're not feeling sick or any pain at all, give thanks.

I like dreaming nowadays. Because in my dreams, I can walk normal, talk a lot, go out of the house, swim. In there, well, I don't have cancer.

This morning, Tim Yap was on the fone and I was asking him if he could feature something for me in Inquirer's Super. Do I still like dreaming after I've spoken with Tim? I like Tim. I will follow Tim. (Follow Tim wherever he may go)

The other night I was in Hawaii running from one rooftop to another. The tsunami waves were coming fast!

On another night, I was hanging from the La Salle Gym's dome - on its ceiling. And guess who I was with? Da Boy as in Rudy Fernandez and Ogie Alcasid. If you wonder what's my connection to Da Boy, well, I remember Da Boy but I don't remember the feeling anymore. We were actually introduced by Peachy - Ruffa Mae as she is known on screen. I had the honor of playing doubles with her in badminton a couple of times. I drove the cock straight home - to the opponent.

Enough of the (west) side story, I slid down from a rope ala James Bond, bounced from one of the pillars and gently landed on my feet. I was so ecstatic in my dream that I woke up laughing. Hardiharhar!

I dreamt even more after that - joining a swimming class in UP - in an indoor pool, having a car tint business in my garage but explaining to customers that my real business was doing videos, walking in Old Virra Mall, and a lot more I can't recall.

If only I could record my dreams and play them in the morning...

My ghetto house is a certified wi Fi zone! Needing some fresh air, I decided to step out of the house and breathe in the freshest air my neighborhood could offer. You see, adjacent to my house is a sweet community junk shop. Right across is a bunker oil truck garage. But I don't mind. Wearing a double layer mask should filter what my body shouldn't be taking in. Besides, imagining my future landscaping projects has kept me up all afternoon.

Sitting here, I felt the urge to write a long overdue AVP script for a client. Something I've been trying to work on since I was in the hospital a week ago. So, I took out my 3 year old laptop and ALAS! Excellent wifi signal.

If you'll excuse me, I'll have to write the script while I drive away out-of-tune carollers with my Power Rangers Look.

Cancer in September is probably going to be the story of my life as a cancer patient. I would've gone for a wittier privatecancer blog link, but it's hard to be always funny when you know you have cancer. Because as one so luckily chosen by the disease, I am made to feel a lot of new things in my body - mostly unpleasant. And then there's a lot going on in my head - questions (but never the why me, God?), business strategies, life strategies, dreams - to actually come up with anecdotes for the most part of this blog.

But don't despair, fans of mannyla (the legion I had in K2). I'll insert some humour here and there. In fact, this morning while I was watching Le Bron James and the Cavs play (piko, they were outside my house), my yaya in her mandatory surgical mask comes in my room and hands me the fone whispering "Chua daw.". Hesistant to take in calls from people I don't know, I grab the fone anyway and say "Hello?." The person on the other line sounded so familiar with me but his name wouldn't register. So he says "Ken Chua, to." Then, like I know him, I say "Oi! Teka, sorry who's calling again?". Finally, he says "Ken Chua, K2!"

Like I never used his house to shoot Joyce Jimenez and G Toengi.