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It's been a while since the Bench got together for a beach trip. The sun shone on us the whole weekend and during the first night, the sky was inexplicably clear so Manny, Iea, Sara, Fort and I stayed on the shore for hours just staring at stars and the dark clouds that passed by in procession. I initially had doubts on the authenticity of the ( Read more... ) -
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Wherein I die and thank God I don't have to go to work on Monday
So I was changing my Facebook settings, thinking that it was pretty easy to customize my display, basically who could see what on my profile and news feed. My friend had posted some glorious Boracay pictures which I wanted to show off-- ang ganda ko kasi dun. I made sure to block ALL my office mates (except Terry of course) for obvious reasons. ( Read more... ) -
Tropic Thunder !!!
Ben Stiller, Jack Black, ROBERT FRICKIN' DOWNEY JR., Danny McBride, The Lord of Scientology as Sumner Redstone, Steve Coogan, and Nick Nolte. Oh yeah, and my forever-na-ito beloved dork, Bill HaderI CAN'T WAIT ( Read more... ) -
Lost in Translation Part Trois
French Office Cutie: So is your party confirmed this Friday?
Moi: Yeah.
Moi: Come in costume.
FOC: What?
Moi: It's a theme party. 90s.
FOC: Like a penguin?
Moi: No. Dude. 90s theme. Grunge. Plaid. Boots.
FOC: You Filipinos are weird.
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Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain...
So today Terry and I dove right into boxing. By 'dove' I do mean, headfirst with arms flailing, high-pitched screaming and ending in an unfortunate splat on the hardwood floor. As he wrapped our knuckles with tape, the trainer asked what form of exercise I'd done before. From the corner of my eye, I could see Terry mentally ticking off her almost ( Read more... ) -
Boxing
Terry and I are starting boxing next week. We managed to find a boxing gym a stone's throw away from our office, making it totally convenient for us. The fees are way comparable to most established gyms but unlike say, Fitness First and the nearby Gold's Gym, there'll be no lines for the treadmill, cramped bathrooms, or moms wearing obscene ( Read more... ) -
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Yesterday I wrote a long and rambling letter to one of my bestest friends in the world. I was troubled, hormonal, and feeling excessively lonely, and the words spilled themselves rather easily on the keyboard and then swam up screen in a furious burst. When I ended the letter, the gloom instantly lifted and I started yawning. I slept like a baby ( Read more... ) -
So much for discipline Part deux
I can't work. I refuse to research on alternative fuel, even if it is a relevant topic because of the fuel crisis. The moment chemical symbols appear on an essay, my brain shuts down. Even Joel Stein's hilarious article on the Time 100 was a struggle to read because it involved statistics ( Read more... )
