Exhausted.

Thank God for swimming.

You see, I’ve been really, really bored at home, and inactive too. So yeah, I decided to tag along with my brothers’ swimming lessons — I’m allowed to use the pool even without the lessons, anyway.

As expected, I did laps. 50 meters/lap. Woo.

But I never thought that doing laps for almost three hours could be THAT tiring. But still, I think it’s worth it. After all, I can’t be a pig the entire summer — I need some physical activity!

I think I swam a total of 800 meters (16 laps) today. Haha. (Yes, I took breaks — so don’t say that I’m extremely slow XD) I dunno — I didn’t keep track, you see. Oh, well. Target for tomorrow is at least 900 meters (18 laps) but if I can go 1K, then I will. Yes, I’m ambitious. So sue me. XD

I plan to increase the distance by 100 meters a day, until Friday, then keep it at 1K for next week. If, by Wednesday, I find that 1K isn’t as tiring as I think it is, then I’ll add 100 meters. Haha.

Oh, well. A challenge? Yeah.

I’m up for it.

Oh, man.

You know how some songs are just so freaking appropriate? Well, this latest encounter isn’t only that — it’s actually retelling some parts of my life. Dammit.

Just listen. (Thank you, Sir Martin.)

Masaya. Sort of.

Wala lang. After writing that rant over at LJ, boom. Someone up there must be listening.

It’s a miracle I’m not unproductive today. Yay. Go me. Thank you, Photoshop! Thank you, Google! Thank you, Safari (because my Firefox is currently out of whack X_x). (Hooray for capitalism XD)

And thank you, Aveline.

OH CRAP. WORD COUNT HERE IN WP IS ALIVE AGAIN. Yay.

Hmm…

And, I’m done with @DEEP. Go me. Lols.

Crap.

Okay, so I’ve been thinking about going to HKU for univ because, you know, college isn’t too far away (oh man. Juniors na tayo sa June… noes!). Since it’s never too early to think about which course to take, I decided to check out their website.

It results in utter frustration, my friend.

Read their requirements for undergrads from the Philippines:

Nostalgia-ness.

Had a little bit of nostalgia-tripping today, literally.

It all started when we went to our cousins’ house to drop off something. While Mom was there, Dad, my bro, and I drove around to look for a photocopier. Guess what?

We saw our old house.

Now, that may not seem much to you, but to me, it does. After all, it’s where I spent the first five years of my life. I can still remember quite vividly those days when I’d actually play with neighbors, some of them my cousins (since I don’t get to do that where I live now).

I still remember the time when I tried on my cousin Mike’s bike, only to fall off (I wasn’t used to biking downhill) and get my knee scraped badly. (This I remembered while walking to their house from our car.)

I still remember their old house just a block away, where I used to spend a lot of my time playing and experimenting with the harmonica. It’s still there — the house, I mean.

I can still recall the day when I didn’t want to go home after having so much fun playing with my cousins over at their place. In fact, I think I only agreed to go home when it was getting really late, and if I wore my PJs (laugh all you want here, I was a weird kid).

I remember when Ate PC and I used to be busmates. Hell, the reason why I wanted to go to Miriam was because she studied there. It was my first foray into a so-called “big school”, and of course, I wanted someone familiar around.

I remember, when I was nine, we were supposed to go malling with our other cousins (Lloyd and Romlynn). What happened, though, was we got stuck in their house, and we ended up playing Tekken 3 all day. That was my first videogame ever, I believe.

Dammit. Remembering all those things makes me want to be a child again.

…I’ll go and hunt for baby pics now.