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/><author><name>Malu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13768949132287341007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI23PPG6kxc/S5jM53FQHNI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/fsx4gjXrsp8/S220/Malou.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/SwimmingAndFloating" /><feedburner:info uri="swimmingandfloating" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08MRn09fSp7ImA9WhRbEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439018831876850134.post-6415465330163629307</id><published>2012-02-03T09:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T09:18:07.365+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-03T09:18:07.365+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Facebook Game" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Yes or no game" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Truth Game" /><title>Truth Game in FB ... Just for Fun</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://swimmingandfloating.blogspot.com/feeds/6415465330163629307/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://swimmingandfloating.blogspot.com/2012/02/truth-game-in-fb-just-for-fun.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/439018831876850134/posts/default/6415465330163629307?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/439018831876850134/posts/default/6415465330163629307?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SwimmingAndFloating/~3/asdcB982awo/truth-game-in-fb-just-for-fun.html" title="Truth Game in FB ... Just for Fun" /><author><name>Malu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13768949132287341007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI23PPG6kxc/S5jM53FQHNI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/fsx4gjXrsp8/S220/Malou.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_intDvt2gjg/Tys1jMqT7BI/AAAAAAAACL0/GRnWN880OXM/s72-c/sketch+c.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Do you use this Truth Game application in Facebook.   Sometimes I play along, curious how others would answer, and curious  what ridiculous questions they ask.  Friends in FB, thanks for answering questions about me, but I am goofier than you think.   Let's not be too serious today, why don't you and  I answer them here.



Fantasy  of Mine Self  :P



Do you think that Malu Silverman lets the "
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Go and reach into your pockets, or extricate your fingers from your bag pocket and  if your finger(s) does not lock on you or does not give a catch, you're lucky.  I am not saying that trigger finger is the norm but my sisters, my friends have them and it's starting to be a little too common.  This reminds me of an asthmatic friend who at a party asked  me if  I brought with me a nebulizer.  "
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The book is a collaborative effort of Ms. Debbie Allen and James Silver. I did the photography.
 
According to the  Editorial Review,
Debbie Allen and James Silver have a strong belief that diversity is  what makes life an interesting place to live. That being said, the  writers have also noted the trend of intermingling of cultures, which  continues to be an ever 
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 You've come a long way, from a remote hacienda in the south to this place in the north, lol.  You have gone places, met so many people and had lived many roles - unwanted poor relation, working college student librarian, teacher, photographer/videographer, call center agent, tarot card reader, palm reader, numerology expert, dream interpreter,  pranic healer, writer, 
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Recently there is a war of words between two women most of us know.  I am so tempted to join in, to referee, to shed light, to admonish, to advise, etc.  Nobody asked me to,  nobody asked my opinion, so why join the fracas and take side.  And, as always there are different sides to the problem. An older wife who is cancer-stricken is spreading news about a scandalous 
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You have changed my life, you are the greatest thing that happened in my life.  my life, my daughters' lives are transformed for the better because of you.

No matter how much and how frequent we squabble, we both know that we are "together for the duration" - your words.  Also, I love the way we thresh out our problems.  We are both stubborn, we are both opinionated, yet we 
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We met at the dentist's office in Angeles, Pampanga.  I was with my usually grumpy hubby who has an aching  tooth problem.  I gave you a candy and we had instant friendship.  You were curious about the intercultural relationship.  I told you that it's basically the same, whatever the color of the skin -  it's the ability to communicate and the willingness to communicate that counts.
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                                                        Image from http://artfreebiesarchives.blogspot.com/2010/07/children.html 
  

Our Pinkie promise:   That you  pray I win the lotto, and I will give you at least a million.  You, who has lists and lists of things for me to buy for you, lol.  Yes, this seals the promise.  And if the prize money is that big, maybe I will add a 
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You're in Germany right now with your sick husband who is waiting for a kidney donor.  I feel your pain.  You are torn between loyalty to your new foreigner husband and your Filipino children.  You have to be there for your sick husband at this time. I know you always worry for your children here who are almost without a guardian most of the times.  You cannot trust anyone 
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How are you?  How's your business going?  How's your wife?   How's your  family? How is ____, _____ and _____?  They are your children, but I can't mention their names for I was and I am supposed to be non existent for them, especially to your wife. Although I highly suspect that one of your sons knew about me, for he is your 'junior' in looks department and in girl-drawing powers.  You 
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We're not on speaking terms right now because I am so pissed off with you.   Why are men like babies?  We were both sick of diarrhea from our recent trip, and I got the worst of it.

You kept expecting much from me.  I warned you that I will not be my amusing and entertaining self as usual because...I am SICK.  Did you notice that I threw up five times and in between I had to sit 
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I am grateful that until now we have open communications, and I could safely say that we are friends, although not as friends as...... real friends, you know.  While working with you I learned so many things as you were unselfish in training materials, and you spent money to have us trained by professionals as regards picture and video editing.   You also have all the 
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                                    Image from weheartit.com 
I can't even mention your name as ours was a dangerous liaison.   You were already engaged  and I was in a loveless marriage when we met.   I guess I was a challenge to you as so many girls had a crush on you, while I ignored you.  I was so unhappy then,  and you with your wonderful heart,  thought it was your mission to 
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No, you don't pester my mind at all,  but I would like to write about some of you in this writing assignment.  It's the wonder of technology and the social networking website, Facebook,  which brought us all together. Of course, thanks to Skype, Yahoo Messenger, cell phones and of course phone cards which facilitated Sophie's calls from the U.S. and Charie's calls 
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Is somebody like you alive?  You would have the sculpted body of Madonna without the bulging veins.  Hmmmn, why Madonna?  Because she and I have the same body type, if I don't eat much rice, cheesecake and chocolates, and If I work out at least two hours everyday!.  I could dream about having the body of  the current Miss Universe, but is sooooo stretching it, don't you think?


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We've worked together in Saudi Arabia as videographer/photographer for almost two years and we became friends for life.  

Our Modir (studio maanger), Madame Mona tried hard to divide and conquer us but she did not succeed.  We had some usual  work conflicts like preferred placement of lights and other trivial disagreements but we worked as a team famously :)

We were so successful 
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Up to this day, I remember the things we did - when you are a baby, when you were a toddler, when you went to school - like these happened only yesterday.

In my mind I see you dancing in perfect beat  while I sing our songs - Ang Mga Baby, Ang Mga Bata, Jenipalay Girl, etc.  - songs with the same lyrics as the title from beginning to end (just like Mahal's song, Cutie cute 
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I don't remember having  drifted away from anyone.  If I am gone from the friendship or love relationship, I always make the closure.  If that someone does not know or does not recognize the closure, I am sorry that you are pig-headed. 

There are reasons for parting ways:

1)  Distance brought about by change of residence, change of jobs or change of 
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I so wish that you have met your life partner by now.  It's been a long time since we've talked - - over the phone.  Yes, everything began and ended in a phone call.  Our 'relationship' is based on phone conversations anyway.    Your parents disapproved of me because 1)  We have different religions, 2)  I am married, and  to a Christian, although we've been separated when you and I 
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For this writing assignment, I don't have any person in this category, 'Letter to the Person I Hate Most/Caused Me a Lot of Pain', but you are the most likely candidate, so I am addressing this to you.

I don't hate you that much, you did not really cause me lots of pain, as I mentioned above. We had a short relationship - about three months.  You lived in my house, paid me  for your
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We're are practically neighbors yet we don't see each other at all.  I miss the days when you were just a text message away.  I miss our coffee and tete-a-tete almost everyday.  I miss the days when looking from our window, I could see you  playing scrabble with our young girl neighbors. We call them young girls because they have not reached forty years yet, and they looked like 
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Here it is:

Sweetheart,
        I was thinking about last night at Sittin Bull,  when I felt as relaxed as if I was laying on a cloud.  I wasn't doing or  saying anything, just laying there like a slug, guzzling beer, but the  time past so pleasantly.  For a moment I didn't know why, but then I  realized it was because of you.  I feel
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You are my father's mom, the person I was told I have lots of physical similarities.  They said that you look Japanese, as people tell me now too.  I say you are actually fairer, and with naturally wavy light brown hair and more fragile-looking for you were slimmer too.  You died when before I was  seven years old.    

I remember the times when you were with us for a short 
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I can't write your full name but I know once you've read this you know I am referring to you. You're an ex darling, us being together for six years while I was working in Saudi Arabia until 2004.   I am happy that there was a time we were Facebook buddies; that we used to write to each other; and you used to call me at home;  but I guessed when your wife learned about us she got jealous 
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You are my dear friend Charrie's husband for about twenty five years (?) now.   I 've heard lots of good things about you.  You and Charrie raised wonderful children, and they are all good looking too.  Congratulations for a job well done.  Congratulations too for an almost perfect union, I say almost only because they say nothing's perfect in this world, but if you have the 
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