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Wednesday, April 06, 2005

wednesday.
i woke up at around 1:30pm with a weird position, so naturally both my back and my neck hurts. i got up and did my morning ritual (which is to do some crunches and stretch). i climb down to see my mom playing her computer game a.k.a. "solitaire". i realized that i was hungry, so i trodged towards the dining table. mom then yelled "the food's not yet cooked, wala ka pang lunch". oh great. so i went towards the sala to watch tv. it was set on the channel where this man likes giving money to weird half-blooded foreigners. crap, so i switched channels to this sports report. nice, now for some real viewing. i saw chelsea quite upset without their manager for their next bout. liverpool sets off to istanbul to fight some watchamaculit team (i don't remember). then here comes tiger woods bragging his glory days way back 99 or so. he's old for crying out loud - and pretty damn rich too. so i left the sala to see if they have the meal for me already. so i ate. then went back to watch "pera o bayong". phenomenal isn't it? how these people strive to put up in the line under the blazing sun just to have their lives improved a million bucks more. at least the people are buying it. it's a good thing how filipinos flare with fighting spirits... wala lang. now my dad's awake and he's trying out this new exercising machine where you twist your waist to and fro (i really don't get it how it'll work). but mom overused it in hers and now her waist is in pain. my sister and i thought of it more as a rotating toy/machine. we played with it until our heads ached bigtime. it has been 3 weeks since i got my diploma, and i still have nothing to do productive this summer. the season has no intentions of slowing down, and in a matter of weeks i'll be jumping trains to reach the morning bell. but still i love my life. and i've got my babay to keep my happy and comfy. thanks be. i love you.


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Ice Cold KALI


who's that boy?


i was cuter when i waas small... damn. - jau

name:
mico jauregui :: kriz andres
age:
both ripe for the taking
status:
taken! *sticks tongue out and looks at kriz*
occupation:
nobel-prize writer :: lovely boy
mottos:
some people get their luck earlier than others, i'll have mine soon.(jau)
contentment is happiness.(kriz)

--ice cold kali--
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