Bubbles is a Loser

On the occasion of Las Islas Filipinas' Independence Day, I'm going to write about someone who has recently been freed from the shackles and oppression of... obesity.

Ok, ok, maybe he is not technically obese, but he is at the very least voluptuous, chunky, bulky, fleshy, hefty, plump, rotund, and so on.

I'm talking about no one else but my dear ferosha amiga, Bubbles.

We all know that one of his favorite activities, aside from the sleazy kind (joke!), is eating. And he EATS with capital letters. Add to that his passionate love affair with Coke and Pepsi. He can gulp 1.5 liters of those in two hours AT MOST.

You've seen Bubbles' pictures hog a sizeable space in this blog (pun intended), but still let's walk down memory lane shall we?

This is a photo of Bubbles in Koh Samet in December last year, just around the height of his hefty days.

One day in December, he experienced some ejection *edit: rejection* in a place where men wear only tiny towels. That pretty much was the impetus for him to overhaul his eating habits and to exercise.

Bubbles practically lived in the gym. He stays there for three hours every day that God makes, rain or shine, amidst the chaos of political riots, and the revelry of the Buddhist New Year.

Soon enough, Bubbles started shedding off the pounds. Notice in the picture below, taken in Februrary, that he lost a bit of the belly and his cheekbones were coming out. But we all know he needs to work harder, di ba?

I still don't see any neck in this picture and the nipples are way too distracting. Utong much?

Bubbles maintained his single-minded pursuit to lose weight. He broke up with his lovers Pepsi and Coke, and swore off evil carbohydrates for good. Weekly he would report to us that he lost a pound or two and we were always happy to hear such good news especially after seeing his determination to change his lifestyle.

I haven't seen Bubbles in about a month and last night he showed up in his new, lithe, sleek look.

I cried. Fine, I didn't, but I nearly did.

So without further talak, ladies and gentlemen, I now present, Bubbles V 2.0.

Bubbles sans utong, sans tummy. THAT definitely is a neck I see there.

Say hi to them clavicles, girls.

Priceless! Freaking 25 lbs off in six months, bitches! Beat that.

I couldn't be more proud!

Now everyone, please send your kisses to Bubbles.