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Thursday and as usual I had a hit with the jump rope this morning.
I must say, I wasn’t really in an active mood in the morning so I didn’t improve the number of jumps I could’ve possibly done – 534 jumps; more than a hundred less than yesterday. After that my mom took us out to have brunch at Gadong for some Hong Kong Dim Sum – YUMMY!
Okay, so I’ve finished Volume 6 of Walang Kapalit about half an hour ago and have just started watching Volume 7 – I’m nearly there! I’m going to be so upset when I finish watching it, no more telenovelas! Oh well, I’m going to repeat some of the older ones just to kill time when I’m at home. I’m not going to be such an addict; after all, I’ve watched the other already. So here’s the Volume 6 review:
Walang Kapalit
Volume 6
After the pandemonium, Noel and Melanie spend time away in separate countries to begin healing and enjoying their liberation from miserable marriages. Fate, however, leads them back to each other and they seal their incessant love with martial vows.
Finally married to their true love, it is the supposed start of happily ever after for Noel and Melanie. But soon after the blissful news of Melanie’s pregnancy, Ronald and Cynthia’s recurring presence in their lives posed another threat and their demented desire to wreck Noel and Melanie’s union triumphs this time with the prospect of cold steal bars between the newlywed couple.
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Another thing that I want to add to today’s post is something I found while browsing the net (I know, I have nothing better to do, LOL). I was browsing my Friendster account and I found numerous blog entries that I have written in the past. The two below really caught my eye and made me laugh my head off! I was so gullible back then!
Posted: August 4, 2006
Titled: &fishes.
Referring to the line "there are plenty more fish in the ocean."
Merely some people would take this as an advice, or a line just to make the person feel better. For me? I have no idea. So let’s evaluate.
You sit on your long boat going fishing with whomever, and all you catch are small skinny fishes that wouldn't even keep you full for an hour. And then suddenly you catch a fish and man it's like THEE most perfect catch of the day. Are you sure? Are you sure that deep inside that that fish is nothing but a pathetic piece of meat that would just making you sick, like food poisoning for example?
It’s not just about throwing a line and catching some random fish. It’s about throwing YOUR line and catching a fish that you know you'll have for keeps. And not just some other fish to throw back into the ocean and see which other loser would wind up with it and gets thrown back into the ocean again.
It’s not about catching a fish and keeping it until it starts to stink. It’s about catching a fish and knowing that it would never rot, never stop *loving you*
To know if the fish is worth keeping:
If the catch of the day really is YOUR catch of the day, you should know.
1. Fishes who bite you when you're trying to unhook it from your line, you know already that it'd just be one of those who'll say "bug off bxtch. You’re not cool enough for me."
2. Fishes who come along and give a sign for you to hurry up and unhook them are probably just trying to say "come on, and I’ll show my friends that I’m dating this new hottie at school."
3. fishes who wait patiently for you to unhook them, but then when they have the chance the jump back into the ocean, it's just another way of saying "yeah, there's this other person whom I want to be caught by, but I’m glad to stay friends."
4. Fishes who wait in your hands for you to unhook them and don't bite, don't hustle, don't avoid are worth keeping, and it's just another way of the fish saying "I love you."
I, how should I say... managed to catch a fish, but turned out to be fish number 3.
HAHA. Well, all I could say was this. There was another time when I went fishing and this particular fish was like king of all fishes, it was perfect, only its attitude was a bit of a problem. Okay I caught the fish. Okay I was able to spend some time with it. But in the end, though it never said it out loud, I know that deep inside that fish it was trying to find a way to say bug off bxtch. You’re not cool enough for me. but I guess all fish are not brave. So fxck that fish. Fxck fish number 1. And this was way before I laid eyes on the fish who turned out to be fish number 3...
Posted: October 10, 2006
Titled: &imiss&ihate.
I miss those days where you held your hand upon my shoulder.
I miss those days you'd ditch your friends and sit on the sofa with me and just talk about anything.
I miss the words, "you're scaring me" when I sat there quietly.
I miss the REALLY short but wonderful stroll that we had.
I miss your gentleness when you'd let me go up the narrow staircase first, and I would cover up underneath just incase you had the intention of looking up my skirt.
BUT
I hate you for never saying goodbye.
I hate you for coming back and never inviting me to your “welcome back” party.
I hate you for coming back and then leaving again without telling me.
I hate you for never replying me.
BUT
I am lucky to have experienced all.
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