I miss the MRT at 8am. No more lustful rides for me for the moment. I wake up at 9am to head to NBN. It's for the Olympics. My boss actually shelved dollars for the friggin Games. And i am there to make sure his money would get back to him.

I watch the Olympics everyday and i noticed that swimmers are really beautiful people. They are sexy and graceful. I think they must be the ones who should really strut their bathing suits in Boracay. I mean, look at those arms and the legs. Such muscle. Such veins. I marvel at them. I wish i could swim as if the water and i are long lost lovers. Anyway, never really had a long lost lover.

I once declared to myself that if ever i get pregnant, i will go to Ilocos Norte. I would want my child to learn how to swim. Not just learn, but be really good in that. I have this feeling that i will someday drown. I just don't like catching breaths. I'd rather be shot dead in the eye than drown.

This goes nowhere. I just want to learn how to swim freestyle. We used to have swimming classes in college of which was my first public bathing suit appearance. I knew how to backstroke but never really learned freestyle. I'm paranoid of the air supply.

This goes nowehere again.