Fuerza Bruta

I am writing about my Fuerza Bruta experience after just coming home from watching the show while the memory of it is still fresh on my mind. Some weeks ago, I came upon a blog entry regarding Fuerza Bruta, or was that a facebook post? I don’t really remember. My curiosity was piqued but not enough to actually ask my friends to come with me to watch the show, especially after finding out that ticket prices are somewhere along the lines of Php 3, 000. But just this Thursday, J sent us an email asking if we wanted to watch it since they’re selling coupons at the discounted price of Php 1, 450 on Ensogo. He was dying to watch it and it’s the last 2 shows already. So I said why not. I saw the coupon too and I was actually about to ask them to go with me. As it turns out, our friends were not available but we still went ahead and finalized the purchase for the both of us. I couldn’t contain my excitement.

J picked me up at the office so went to the Manila Hotel together. We were 2 hours early and had time to kill so we first roamed around the hotel lobby. After freshening up at the restroom, we went outside and proceeded to the tent where the show will be held. We were ushered into the Fuerza Bruta lounge where they had chairs, couches, cocktail areas, and of course, a bar. We each ordered a bottle of Antonov Mandarin and killed time playing games on our iPad and Kindle Fire.

Then it was show time. We were directed to the area of the tent which would serve as the “stage”. Technically, there was no stage to speak of since the show was an interactive spectacle of dance, acrobatics, visual displays, heart-pounding music, and other antics which would take place around us. There were no seats provided because you had to move along as the show progressed.

It’s interactive because the audience is asked to move around depending on what the act requires. The cast even mingles with the audience and sometimes you’ll just be surprised to find them standing next to you or running past you. There was also one act where it required some audience participation. They would pick out some individuals from the audience whose head they’ll hit with a styrofoam and once it shatters, will release a rain of small paper cubes like a piñata. I love the way they dance, full of energy and uses all body parts. They encourage the audience to dance with them too. You will really feel the rhythm of the show with the music making your heart literally pound. If only I wasn’t carrying my office laptop on my back, I would have danced my heart out and enjoyed it more.

My favorite part of the show would have to be the part wherein the women swam around in this suspended pool with transparent bottom above our heads. It hurt to look up though. And that part was really long. But it was totally worth it. these women actually throw themselves face-down into the pool bottom. Hard. I even had to clutch my chest, imagining how much that has to hurt. I think the men enjoyed it too since the performers were dressed in panties and flimsy tops with no bra. And since this is an act with water, alam na. Haha. They also lower the pool towards the end and the audience is allowed to touch it, like touching the women, through glass. Here’s a short clip I was able to take while that part of the show was starting: Click here

One thing I noticed though, with a show like that, it is more than a little difficult if you are horizontally challenged. I’m already tall but there were times I had to step on tiptoe just so I could get a better view more so since there were a lot of cameras raised in front of me. One hour flew by so fast. I actaully felt bitin at the end. I wanted more!

I brought my camera but didn’t really take a lot of pictures or videos since I wanted to simply enjoy the show. And enjoy I did. I think I was watching with my mouth hanging open more than half of the time. Haha. I need to watch more of these types of shows.

It has its hits and misses but overall, it was one spectacular show I wouldn’t mind watching again if there was a second run. The final performance will be on the 26th. If you were able to read this in time, do catch the show, you won’t regret it.  Here’s a picture of the performers as they were taking their bow:



I came across this awesome blog, The Plump Pinay just today, after random searches on google and  snooping around Our Awesome Planet. It’s awesome because it’s a blog by 2 plump Pinay twins who are so kick ass beautiful and confident that I instantly fell in love with them. I love that they’re trying to advocate beauty no matter your body type and clothing size. They’re not trying to conform to society’s idea of what beautiful and sexy should be. They’re not model-thin but damn they ARE SEXY! Check out their blog and see for yourself. I feel like I’ve found kindred spirits. No, I’m not plump. I AM FAT. Although technically I am obese, and that’s according to my latest physical exam.

It took me a while to admit, even to myself, that I AM indeed FAT. I wasn’t born fat. I was the normal kind of thin right up to 5th grade. I only started gaining weight when I was in 6th grade. And I haven’t stopped gaining ever since. I could come up with a few factors for my weight gain: puberty, my sedentary lifestyle, love of food, my mom spoiling me with food and not material things, sweets. Lemme dissect them 1×1.

Puberty. I used to have neighbors who were my playmates. Everyday I would go  outside and run around with them, playing agawan base, 10-20, Chinese garter, luksong baka, and what have you. My cousins would even sleep over during the weekends just so we could all play together. But then puberty came. Things became awkward. We were no longer kids who wanted to just play. We were growing up and growing apart. So I stopped going outdoors altogether.

My sedentary lifestyle. This came right after puberty. Since I no longer went out to play, I wasted my time on watching television. Sometimes I’d watch movies too on our VHS machine. I watched the Star Wars Saga and the Indiana Jones trilogy over and over. I was also into video games, Atari, Family Computer, Play Station, and PC games. It was also during this time that I got hooked on reading Sweet Valley, Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys, and all other stuff that I can read around the house.

Love of food. I don’t know how it started but like most people, I have come to associate food with emotions and milestones. This is especially highlighted in this blog since most of my posts are about food. I ate when I was happy, I ate when I was sad, I ate when there was something I needed to celebrate. In general, there is nothing entirely wrong with that but my problem was controlling my portions. I always ate a little too much than what was necessary.

My mom spoiled me with food instead of material things. Our family isn’t well off. We couldn’t afford a lot of things when I was growing up. Whatever luxuries I owned, they were usually given by my uncles or my grandmother. I was spoiled on my mom’s side of the family because for the longest time, I was the only niece and grandchild. Anyway, in all fairness to my mom, though there were a lot of things we couldn’t buy, our refrigerator was never empty. She makes sure we will never run out of things to eat. And she also taught me never to waste food. She will not let me leave the dining table if I didn’t finish all my food. And I guess that became sort of a problem. Because now no matter how full I am, I will finish the food on the table because I can’t find it in my heart to throw away food. I always feel guilty if food goes to waste.

Sweets. As a child, I had a sweet tooth. I was fond of eating chocolates, cake, ice cream, candy, and all other things that are loaded with sugar. I also loved soda. It’s only now that I am able to say no to sweet stuff. I guess that part comes with getting older.

But no matter the reason, the fact remains that I AM FAT. When I was young, I wasn’t really bullied because of my weight. Most of the time I didn’t really feel fat. There was nothing thin people could do that I couldn’t do. Up until high school, I had been so good with PE. I even perform better than some of my thin classmates. They actually wonder how I was able to do cartwheels, and other stuff they thought I’d have trouble doing. Heck, I was even running faster than most of them. But I wasn’t cool and confident all the time. There were times I got frustrated because buying clothes became harder and harder and most of the time I had to contend with ill fitting clothes just so I could have something to wear.

Then college came. I think it was during this time that my mom started to constantly bug me about losing weight. I would pay her no mind because I didn’t feel like there was anything wrong with me. I still felt loved and accepted by the people around me. And in my mind, I wasn’t fat. I would picture myself as a thin girl. I was so drowned into my denial of the truth that as I graduated and started working, my weight gain still continued. With the occasional fat joke here and there, I get self-conscious but in my head deny that it is about me.

My mom hasn’t stopped nagging me about my weight issue. Until now, because I wear what I want, she would always make comments about how fat I am or how big my tummy is, or how I’d be more beautiful if I was thinner. I wear short shorts. So what if I have large thighs and legs? What you see ain’t my problem. Look away If you find it repulsive. That’s what’s comfortable to me so that’s what I will wear. My mom would often ask me if I’m not in the least bit shy about it and I would say no. I have learned to disregard what other people will think of me as long as I am happy. Well, comfortable and happy.

It’s absolutely absurd that I only get teased about being fat now that I am older. But I’ve learned to take it all in stride. I don’t get pikon but I still lacked confidence every now and then. Fairly recently, I have noticed a positive change in myself. I have finally acknowledged the fact that I AM FAT. I can even tease myself about it. I can say it out loud. What was once taboo to me is now nothing but just another expression. Yes, I AM FAT. I claim it. I own it.  And I realized it’s because finally I have accepted myself and my size. And with this acceptance has come the first step into making a change. I have finally gotten the push I needed to do something and lose weight. That may seem confusing. Don’t get me wrong, I love my fat self and I am confident despite of it but I think I needed this acceptance to fuel myself to be a thinner version of fat. I’m not aiming to be skinny. I just want to be plump, with curves in all the right places just like my two new favorite girls, Danah and Stacy. 🙂