Call my lost phone

I lost my phone.

The phone that I loved and pressed my fingers against 5 minutes every hour.

The phone I sometimes deprive myself of, fear of 300-page bills.

The phone that woke me up in the morning and the same one that lulled me to sleep.

Gone forever.

Or maybe not. Keeping my fingers crossed until they become one.

Why this tragic poem materialized here, explained:

This morning, I woke up at 5:45 AM at the ring of my phone. I always set my phone to alarm at 5:30 AM and when I wake up before 5:30, I add 15 minutes to the alarm time to lengthen my already disrupted sleep. This system worked for me for a long time already so I’m not asking anybody’s opinion on this habit. Back to the phone, I left home thinking I never brought my phone out of the house.

The whole day I was phone-less. It was all ok to me because it lightened my black pants, significantly decreasing the danger of my pants accidently falling down, exposing the things only the washing machine sees for more than 5 minutes.

When I went back home, I looked for my phone. I was worried because I tried to call it from school and the line said ‘can’t be reached’. I was thinking it committed suicide at the site of my leaving. Pretty confident, I searched our house for the 4 inch black phone. *drumroll. Its not anywhere.

Saint Peter got rid of it.

Waaaaa!!!!!!!!!!! (that means I’m crying)

Exalting Facebook

Materials for Membrane Filter Method
for Coliform count shared through my
Facebook account using Notes

Sometimes emailing documents is too much. You have to download the file and view it on another application. That's really annoying when you have to work with a couple of files. That's where Facebook comes to the rescue.

Facebook isn't all about leisure and digital farming :-) .

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TV+Politics, deadly for me

Photo by buck pago

Philippine TV is one of my reasons for breathing. For one, its has more content I can easily relate to, two, Filipino commercials rock and three, its an option, you can watch or not watch and nobody would care. But when politicians start hanging their faces on my TV screen, I want to pack my bags and venture off to Mars.

I have great belief in Martians. I hope they won't be scared of my two fat legs and small head. *packing my bags

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Losing Blogging Enthusiasm

The reason behind the name of the blog is that I wanted it to be a vault of my weird ideas. Ideas that contradicts others but definitely has a point. The reason I started out this blog was because I had something in me that craved to be released into the open. Just like sweat when you work out. If I keep it in I will burst into dehydrated flakes of dead matter.

For the past few weeks this blog rested. All because I can't write a single sentence anymore. I was too tired or too empty of inspiration. Inspiration should have been abundant because I happen to be in Jakarta for a short visit. But the whole trip was to reunite with my family there so it was personal. I deserved privacy. But for the sake of belief everything was my fault, I have to contradict myself.

Many things had happened that were definitely worth sharing. I visited Seaworld, saw malls bigger than anything I have ever seen before, talked to people who, in the end, never understood me and experienced everything like never before.

I love blogging. Blogging is a diary that everybody can read so its reasonable to keep one, updated and alive. Blogging is what changed this blog to a stack of all my opinions to a lowly journal. So from now on, I promise to myself that I would restart my love for blogging and I will enjoy the ride like never before.

BY the way, comments really keep me going.

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