Back to reality.

First day of work.

First day back to reality.

Went to work at 6:30 am, got my White Chocolate Mocha and my Chicken Clubhouse.

Just got my AOL screen name. And of course since I had to be familiar with the software I immediately started trying out its features and everything else... hence, my AOL journal.

Haha.

Need... to... fix... life...

Argh.

Still in beach mode,

rose

Comments

Technorati said…
So. Where are the bikini photos?

Making tampisaw while wearing Kamison na puti photos will be much appreciated, too.
6:50 PM, May 05, 2006
... beachfreak said…
@technorati: Do you really want to see those?! *lol*
8:16 PM, May 05, 2006
Technorati said…
While I'm sober, you mean?

Your AOL blog has a Barney the dinosaur color theme thing going on, I see...
8:42 PM, May 05, 2006
... beachfreak said…
@technorati: Yep, while you're sober. *ngisi*

Those are saved somewhere in my laptop... hehe. I was careful not to show my tummy in the released pics... haha!

Oh, the aol thingie... yeah, haven't had the chance to fix it and play with it.

Hmm... what color to use... hmm...
8:48 PM, May 05, 2006
Technorati said…
You like pugs? You'll get along real fine with this one I know...
9:01 PM, May 05, 2006
... beachfreak said…
@technorati: Yep. Besides, pugs are way cuter than men.

You think so, eh? *heehee* Sige, minsan bisitahin ko siya. =)

Stop harassing Spike, Tristan.
9:05 PM, May 05, 2006
Technorati said…
He started it!

Have I told you I'm planning to post something about interviewing Erap's hair?
9:09 PM, May 05, 2006
... beachfreak said…
@technorati: "He started it!" - And I'm supposed to believe that, Tristan?! I'm siding with the dog on this one. Haha.

Yes, you did... earlier. I have a message for you on my tag-board... go take a lookie...
9:12 PM, May 05, 2006
Technorati said…
I send my message once. It's your stupid phone that receives it twice.
9:17 PM, May 05, 2006
... beachfreak said…
@technorati: Only happens with you. Grr. It's driving me nuts.

Where's the erap hair talkie?
9:23 PM, May 05, 2006
Technorati said…
You already are nuts.

Still in the works. I haven't even gotten over my grandma post yet, you know.
9:27 PM, May 05, 2006
... beachfreak said…
@technorati: I am? Hmm. Yeah, yeah.

And grandma's bra looks, er, overworked. *heh*
9:36 PM, May 05, 2006
Technorati said…
I edited my brief conversation with the bra. Its original statement was, "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! THE PAIN!!!"
9:58 PM, May 05, 2006
... beachfreak said…
@technorati: Haha! That was fine! *lol*

Yeah, looked like the bra was having a hell of a time hanging in there... yes, pun intended. ;)
10:04 PM, May 05, 2006
Technorati said…
I can only imagine what J-lo's shorts must be saying... "#!@%$*&^!!!"

Do you remember Brosia telling that story about Tiny's bra? Hahaha.
10:12 PM, May 05, 2006
... beachfreak said…
@technorati: I do, I do. That was hella funny!

To qoute Brosia: BLWAH!

Hahaha. Pugad Baboy rules!
10:29 PM, May 05, 2006
Technorati said…
So. Where are the bikini photos?
10:35 PM, May 05, 2006
... beachfreak said…
@technorati: Multiply. But I haven't uploaded the pics there yet.
10:52 PM, May 05, 2006
krissy said…
welcome back rosey! i can't believe you're in aol na.. who's ur tl?!? need i to ask? mishu grl..
11:49 PM, May 06, 2006
... beachfreak said…
@krissy: Hey! Yeah, I can't believe it either. *sigh* My TL? Charity. Hehe. Thank God.
11:46 AM, May 07, 2006
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