i lost my cell phone. my # +639176241749 is now cut.

of course i can't ask for a... rock song to play along the speaker while i skate... therefore, i decided to look for a videoke bar to sing along while recording a song i would sing along.

anyway, that's why i decided to ring in ym to sing my own passion in lullaby *of noir* and first love *of utada hikaru* to my special love one.

to do something while i wait for the assist coaches and clients to come, i played along with chelcie on the ice to build the i u rightthere on the ice and take a shot with her cell cam...

darn! that's what i'll do when i finally got my cell cam...

those four days are my first days of working full time... can't leave the rink unless i have to eat...

there are advantages in the ice rink when i became an assist coach: free practice at the ice rink; but, have to be there when my name is called.

disadvantages: i don't have a right to choose which client. so i experience handling retarded *thank God if they leave the rink earlier like they quit, or sometimes i felt good to see them improve their balance* or sometimes, i felt like a babysitter... another part is when a customer stinks and didn't get the chance to fake faint... but the worse part is when a mother complained on how i taught her 3-year-old daughter... and the policy is 5 and up, not below 5. so off the 3-year-old, and i was told to go back to the coaches' lounge.

i asked for any complaint along the staff, but they said that always happens....

somehow, i enjoyed working...

no pain, no gain
no guts, no glory

still.... i was asked by a lot of people: am i going to chicago? the answer: i want to go to chicago not only to compete, but be with my love of my life.

i happen to get to check my email as of now. but it won't open! gah! but i'm glad that i get to open my ym account... and above said more than $20! beg your pardon?! oh! i also want to say how much i love kilroy for the offline messages... his calls... and even when i'm not online, he still text me.

anyway, i really want to make up for the few weeks (it's like years without putting my hands on the mouse and keyboard) of not able to keep in touch. but then... i'm so miserable...

and een if anyone will propose to the ym who is not kilroy - guys! please! i'm in a long distance relationship! i don't like being a "timer" or playing around because you'll get hurt in the end* that's how much i love him! so please do not bother. sorry if i hurt your pride, but i want to be honest.

that's how much i love him. no one can replace him from the bottom of my heart.... every second... every breath... every heartbeat...

galsim-sison family has this fear of ghosts or spirits roaming around when not in peace. some of them have a third eye.

few stories i was told...

before i was born, ma's cousin died from an accident. whenever a person goes to the bathroom, everyone, no one out, would go with him or her because of fear.

during my ma's uncle's wake, one of my cousins called me to accompany her at the toilet, even if there is no mirror around the commode. another aunt of mine also want a company. a male cousin told us he's inside because he doesn't want to close the door!

since one of my aunt from las vegas have to come for the wake, her husband can't sleep alone so he slept at one of his friends' house!

one part of the wake that an immediate family can't past: spraying of holy water at the coffin. two of my uncles suddenly turned back after the prayer to escape that segment, but i stopped them at the end of the aisle, gesturing them to go back.