ripe chance woods (edited)

im here at our apartment in makati, fiddling with layla's laptop, taking advantage of the free wifi again, where it's coming from, i dont know. it's probably from one of our neighbors who only turns it on every now and then, which makes getting the signal a matter of luck. and between layla and me, lady luck seems to favor me more. anyways, ive finally brought two-piece (my ps2) back here after her long vacation in batangas. unfortunately im unable to play her. our tv is sorta broken, it wont switch to video mode. so ila (the laptop) is my only source of entertainment for now.

for the umpteenth time, thanks for the visits, dear friends. hope you never lose the urge to take a peep here considering the enumerable other blogs you could choose to waste your time on. sure, any blogger would go and say one does this for one's self, regardless of the readers, but any artist would also point out that though it is true, an audience, and their negative or positive reactions, gives it meaning. they help you realize if what you're doing is right or wrong, good or bad. of course, if the feedback is bad, it does not necessarily mean you oughta give it up. as the cliche goes, learn from your mistakes, especially those you did not notice but others did (i.e. i have this big writing flaw: sometimes i fail to type a word or two eventhough im thinkin it or when im rephrasing a sentence and forget to omit some words, resulting to nonsense and grammatical errors.)

a few years ago, my family and i went to hong kong for a swimming competition that my lil bro and youngest sis competed. my brother and i shared a hotel room, and one night, i channel surfed to a ballet show. what made this ballet performance different from the others id usually skip is that the girl danced on top of her male partners head. you read that right. she effin balleted on top of his effin head. first she did it on his back, him bent forward. then on his shoulder, while he ran around the stage. i was like wtf?! and said something like: dont tell me she'll be on his head next. and she was. and i fell to the floor laughing, cursing, not believing my eyes. in one part he even "wore" her like a backpack bag. that and a bunch of other acrobatic stunts you've never seen in a ballet. crazy sht, that was. never got to see anything like it again.... until now. thank heavens for youtube (not exactly the same one i saw before, it was darker and had no back up dancers and the guy held the girl less). behold!

yay! video fixed!


i guess the aforementioned unknown neighbor with the wifi internet forgot to log-off because im still online after six hours. that or maybe he's downloading porn and slept on it. well, i gotta go and catch some z's for a while myself. take care now, bye bye then...

p.s. shameless plug: my 26th birthday is just a month away. yeesh.
p.p.s. the blog entry title needs no explanation if you're a prison break fan. it's one of michael scofield's tattoos and i dont know what it means either. but im hoping to find out after i watch the first episode of season 2 which i am downloadin. get on the train! get on the train!
p.p.s. anyone seen that commercial where a dark-skinned photographer with a bad mustache takes a picture of two girls who look alike but one has whiter skin? and after taking the pic, he looks at his camera and notices the skin difference and asks if the two girls are really sisters?! whatta loada crap! it was very very obvious that one girl was whiter then the other, he oughta have noticed this the moment they stepped into his studio. darn i hate this kinda bullsht. anyways, i'll be goin home to batangas this weekend so i'll be doin my blogging there. ciao!