Go to the Water!

Hay. You can now reach me at this number: 09293777495. I wish this number brings me goodluck.
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I wish I knew how to swim. This morning a colleague and I went swimming at the campus pool and I discovered I still bore the frustration I had more than I year a go when I took swimming lessons. I only participated in three of the five sessions required to complete the training, and my departure was done in the most cowardly way possible. We were being taught how to do the freestyle then and I just can't use my mouth to breathe. The trainer kept asking us to do laps until I drowned in chlorinated water. I got out of the pool on my third lap, rushed to the toilet and puked what could be three liters of pool water. And it didn't stop there; it also went out my other end. I had never seen liquid that much come out of it.

I never bothered to tell the instructor that I'm quitting. I just walked off the pool and out of the gym.

Maybe I should just try some other "extreme" sport. Like skydiving, perhaps. Or billiards.
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Go to the Water is also a hypnotic track from Jamie Oakes' album Shadow in Dreams. It's very hard to find, but because I just feel generous today, I'm sharing it with you. Enjoy!

The Man as an Island

That's me. I live alone, and I just lost my phone the other day. I have no love lost for the phone, but the SIM, until last night I begged that someone who took it/chanced upon it to at least return my SIM card. That number, that 09102319358, has been my other name for 8 years now so I really wish I'll get it back. This morning, my own phone told me that I can't be reached.

So to my 8 friends in the world, I think boomquina@gmail.com will do for now.

Torched!

Awww, our favorite Capt. Jack Harkness is married na pala! Came across this pictures. Apparently, he's been with Scott Gill (below, a London-based architect) for 16 years already.




































Pa'no na si Ianto? Haha

Go forth and multiply

I'm slowly getting bored with Multiply especially now that they've disabled sharing music files. Of course there's a work around: you can just play the playlist and as soon as it loads in your media player, save individual songs by File>Save as. But if you're downloading a single song from a playlist with over 30 songs, it can test your patience. There's always G2P anyway, so I'd rather not bother.

I checked out my Facebook account to see if it's a good alternative (I created one just to approve my brother's request), but it's too messy and cluttered for me. I've been sent more than a dozen applications when I just have three contacts! And if you have work to do, deleting or accepting them can prove tedious and well, a waste of resources.

VD for sexually transmitted disease

Thoughts thought/heard over Valentine's Day eve:

"Eh, ba't ba ayaw mong maniwala? Lahat kasi sa'yo puro joke lang e."
"E tawa-tawa ka nang tawa diyan eh. Pa'no kita seseryosohin?"

"I love you but to be honest, I feel like you size me up everytime we meet."
"Really? I make you feel that way?"
"Oh Lord."

"You think you're better than the rest of us just because you know all these dead or dying writers. Come on! I work in a multinational bank, she's everywhere in Asia, he's with the biggest food and beverage conglomerate in the country, and her boyfriend thinks the world of her. Now, look at you."

I'm better because I know all these dead and dying writers. But wait, I've used up half of my paycheck and it was payday just yesterday. I will have to ask for parental intercession.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me that I'm just joking."
It's dark in here. All I see are your eyes.

"You fake your emotions. You are plain incapable of investing emotionally to anyone else save yourself."
"I'd really prefer a shot of Irish cream over Orgasm."

"How do you make the number one go away?"
"Put a G before it and its gone!"

"I was taught how to read by my cross-eyed first grade teacher. "
"I bet your class was a rowdy bunch."
Huh?
"Because she can't control her pupils!"