today i buried my old and precious email addy and spent the entire day crying in El Salvador

Yes, thats right. im over with it, or im tryin to. yesterday, i asked a number of people (and some voluntered to help) on how i could reactivate my yahoo email address. not that i have been so crazy about it. it's just that, it has been somehow a part of my work and other things relavant to it. there was not a single day that i did not open it even if only jokaroo humors (and lately mails from my yahoo group--name withheld--i subscribed in) would greet me. that address had even more spams than real mails as i had it during the time when there was still no spam control, and when that pesticide of a thing came i was already used to deleting more than 100 spam mails a week. and besides i dont know how to block this type of mails. an IT grad/friend told me one of those mails might have caused the deactivatation of my account. i swear, i would never know coz Yahoo never notified me prior to the bullshit deactivation. it just happened. i know im not a computer genius, never since. yeah, i can always make another one, i just did, by the way. vatski54 (at)yahoo (dot) com, save that please, and send me something so i could start saving your addresses again. that and the loss of all my treasures have really pissed me off. i dont really know how to describe the feeling. but it's like losing something you dont know youve already lost, and you can never figure out for the life of the lifeless why it has been taken to you or at least see that "brighter side" of the sad story. this is just an electronic address, i know that. but it's my treasure trove of sort. i have saved all my stories there, and pictures and books and very old mails. but no more bullshit this time, it's useless. so i burried the past, and along with it are your addresses...busa pag-email namo nako woi kay haron back to normal na atong life.

"it's like i can't breathe" (kelly's) akong drama for the past three days. glad, our editor (for the metro page) suggested we go somewhere so we could plan for the improvement of our page. he said it just before the week ended and with text messages, a few calls, and a number of emails (my 2-month-old vatsi(at)gmail (dot)com addy was very handy during these times) all five of us who see each other very rarely had all agreed to the idea.

El Salvador, Danao

Over two hours away from Talisay City, several kilometers from Cebu City, and two inches of accumulated dust in mostly at the back of your right ear if you sit on the right side of the vehicle and open all doors to see the sight on the your way there, is the El Salvador. It's a resort that the facade reminds me of City Sports Club. And just like the latter, it also has swimming pools, and not like the latter it has a white sand beach complete with jet skis that i never got to ride because i was not in my swimming attire and besides i could not afford. it's really expensive! there were food of course. and we ate and talked. they talked about their families, problems included, while i continued with my task: devouring all the mangosteen in the table. well, from time to time i also offered some advices on their respective domestic woes and in fairness, they listened even if i look a woe personified. but hey, i can be a good advisor sometimes. just dont look at me when i talk. and to give them time to themselves, i excused myself when i saw a vacant lounge chair down the beach. and there i stayed and enjoyed watching a young lady talking to her old foreigner, who i never heard say a thing. so i shifted my attention to a cute baby walking around with her equally cute bikinis. everytime she passed by my territory she would stop and watch me. must be because of my big shades or she might have seen the little ants slowling gaining control of my refuge. i did not see the ants at first, but i already felt some stings. when i looked on my left, there! thousands of them queuing at the coconut tree, an inch's gap from my arm. run! the kid was gone, and i was back at our cottage. back to eating, and giving untested advices. believe it or not, they were all taken. so my stay was not all about food and cowardice versus microscopic enemies, there was some good to it, i just could not figure it out yet. but they sure were happy with my company they wanted to have a part two of that retreat next sunday. of course with me, and guess where we are doing it? at the casino!! hahaha! slot machines for 2 pesos, i want to try. and if i should try gambling, i should only bring 20 pesos as im planning to save up P50,000 for the next 6 months (for a business venture that sounds like a joke when discussed by one joker and one believer. hahaha!). i dont know how to do it. first, im not good at saving up. second, i have nothing to save. and, i cant rob a bank! but, i can keep a promise. pero try lang. P50K!?!?! slot machines, they say, can win you that much. hmmm...

so anyway, i lost my antique addy, got a relaxing day in El Salvador, and would like to win some instant cash for a joke business. who knows, people listen to me talk too, and jokes are half-meant. but the important thing is, i need to sleep now. gnyt!