beyond the outer space

2002-07-02T02:10:00.000-07:00

On the background: Hell Looks by Wolfgang

I just had to sit down and type this :)

Do you have those moments when you feel as if everything seems just...right?

I was alone here in our home (I didn't go to school. Was lazy. Heehee.), and by afternoon, it was starting to rain like crazy. I went up to my room, grabbed Leo Buscaglia's "Love", put my Blank White Wall cd on the player (Blank White Wall, btw, is a friend's band. They absolutely rawk.) , positioned myself beside the window, read the book and listened to the raindrops.

Mmmm. Heavenly.

Rain has that lovely effect on me: the tiny rain drops racing against one another, the sweet, hushing music it creates, the soft wind that dances along with it. Back in the 1940s, an American said that a rain in the Philippines is "so beautiful, it's as if God's shedding tears". My thoughts, exactly.

So there I was. With Blank White Wall serenading me, and Leo Buscaglia keeping me company, and the rain in full bloom, I felt great. Blessed, and great. It is one of those moments when I shove all those other problems aside, and simply celebrate the beauty of living; when there is nothing to feel but happiness...

Babaw ko noh? ^_~

...Or maybe not. For life is really all about taking notice and falling in love with the simple things. Like the beautiful rain. :)

"You have your brush and colors, paint your paradise, and in you go." - Nikos Kazantzakis

2002-07-01T08:47:00.000-07:00

On the background: Magic by Ben Folds Five

I looove "Amelie"!

You must have heard about this French film showing on selected moviehouses in Metro Manila. I first got to see it from Review Night in Cinema One, and the critic gave it a positive review, and me being such a French lover, had been jonesing to watch it. Lucky me, because our Film100 professor required us to watch it.

The nearest cinema having "Amelie" was Shangri-La Mall. So off we went there, me and my college sis, and to our surprise, there were only the three of us inside the moviehouse. (After a while though, someone came in, so that made us four.) Heehee. And to think I was incredulous when my professor the other day told us that there were only ten of them watching "Utang ni Tatang!"

Basically the story's about Amelie, a highly-imaginative young lady, who, in her desire to overcome such sad childhood and have a change in her life, decided to be a do-gooder. Not your ordinary do-gooder there, though. She searched the whole of France to look for a certain old man, that she may give to him his treasure box, which he had during his childhood, and was just recently discovered. She made up a letter to send to her concierge, which was supposedly from the concierge's husband, just so she would be led to believe that he didn't really cheat on her. She stood up and had revenge on a nasty fruit vendor for picking on his meek employee, by exchanging his toothpaste with footcream, setting the alarm clock to a ghastly early time, and messing up with his house's electricity. You get the picture.

The flick had me right from the start. The pace was incredibly fast, which was a major thing for me, because usually if I don't dig the first few minutes of the movie, I'm all set to yawn and forget about watching the whole damn thing. The movie kicked off with a fastforwarded sequence of dancing cups, wriggling sperms and a baby Amelie sprouting from her mother. Definitely interesting materials you had there. All throughout such display of interesting characters, objects and situations was sustained, like talking photographs, heart on embers, literally melting Amelie, and many others that challenged the imagination. It was fabulous, that for a while there, I felt as if I were really trapped in Amelie's world.

Amelie's world. There's a nice ring to it, because the movie wasn't just about Amelie, but the world, the environment she was living in. It wasn't just her story, but there were people in her community whose stories made up for wonderful footnotes.

Then there's the lovely love story, which was the main highlight of the entire film. The seemingly endless chase of Nino and Amelie which of course, just like your usual fairy tale, ended up in a "happily ever after".

It was too imaginative of a movie. An absolute fun, it was injected with lots of good mush and humor. It's just sad though that only four resonating laughters were heard on that moviehouse. But then, when the credits rolled, and the lights were on, I found out two more persons were with us. Not bad! :)

2002-06-27T13:05:00.000-07:00

On the background: Pattern Against User by At the Drive-In

Things I Learned/Discovered/Realized This Week:

* Producing a ten-minute newscast production is so tough, it takes 2 weeks of preparation.

* That's why I am not considering it as a career.

* I am considering law, though.

* Just kidding.

* But it's fun sashaying along the hallways of UP College of Law, with all these law books on my arms, and people thinking I'm actually a law student.

* We look up at the Americans too much. We adopted the US Constitution without considering the U.S. background and conditions, e.g., the president and the vice president always come from the same parties.

* In line with that, we shouldn't have a bicameral congress. Just look at the brouhaha.

* Jose de Venecia is one nasty, old, traditional politician.

* No, I insist that he does not look like Garfield, like what my mama told me.

* My mama is so cool, playing brick game and all.

* The term "O.K" came from "Ol Korek", Andrew Jackson's incorrect spelling of "All Correct." He is said to be the dumbest American president.

* I don't know if that's true, though. Our prof just told us.

* I am turning twenty next year. Oh my God.

* But then, so are my friends. Hehe.

* My virginal experience with Anne Rice is exquisite. I have just started reading the "Violin".

* Leo Buscaglia writes about love so...lovingly.

* I have to reread "The Catcher in the Rye." Holden Caulfield is still the bomb.

* I should've done...er, forget it.

* "Living in Oblivion", the movie we watched for our Film100 class is sooo funny. You guys should watch it.

* Sometimes, it's nicer to watch experimental/alternative films than the mainstream ones.

* If you know how the proprietors operate and manipulate their newspapers (for eg., Emilio Yap on Manila Bulletin), you wouldn't want to read them anymore.

* My journalism class under Sir Arao is ,thankfully, not boring.

* I have this (fleeting) desire to shift to Creative Writing.

* I miss writing.

* I just have to accept things as they are. Painful, yeah, but well, that's how life goes.

* I am still stubborn to comply, however.

* There is no money in FM Broadcasting.

* But I am still going for it, anyway.

* My Winamp's not busted after all. Just had a minor prob with the panning bar. (To think all this time I thought I have to uninstall and reinstall the whole thing.)

* There's nothing like a surprise telephone call to perk your week.

* Last Wednesday's rain was really therapeutic.

* God gives you signs when you ask for it :)

* I need to move on.

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Peyups, the UP Online Community, presents "Rock Enroll", a rock concert at the UP Bahay ng Alumni. Go, watch it! :)
I am not sure if I can make it, as Erwin, a.k.a my constant concert companion and mosh pit guardian, has yet to confirm if he's going. I am supposed to meet up with (kuya)Karl, the administrator of the site, so he can introduce me to people who can give UP gigs to Setenta Nobenta. Yipeee.

2002-06-23T09:51:00.000-07:00

On the background: The Dolphin's Cry by Live

A poem I created a week ago. Wanted to post it in the mainpage but I figured out, na-aah.

When Love Doesn't Feel Like Love At All

Empty. Two hearts touch themselves and feel...nothing.
Pound a million times. But each beat renders a sting.
So the hearts decide not to dance for a moment
Hide in their cocoons. Then everything is silent...

She reads her diary and the memories fly
From the pages. Then she gazes up at the sky
If the diary can contain the sweetest past
Why not her, the writer of her love, make it last?

He reads his diary and ruefully shakes his
Head. The diary's about the kiss, the bliss
Of first dates, first dance, sharing dreams and holding hands
Of memories, nothing but memories. He stands.

And picks up his diary and goes for the door
His feet, cold and bare like his heart, frighten the floor
A walk in the park to clear his head (and hush his heart)
On his way, he tries to ignore the house athwart.

It is her house. And she sees him walking, head down.
Look up, she whispers, I'm pretty on my night gown
But the wind ignores her whisper and her sad tears,
That drop all the way down to the diary's dog-ears.

He clutches his diary close to his chest, who knows
Maybe by doing so, the words will rouse the ghost
Of her. Of her sugar smile. Of her lovely face.
He welcomes the ghost and his one last taste of grace.

She looks at him from the window til he's gone
She wants to follow him. The courage to do so? None.
For why follow someone who's not there anymore?
Rejection is more bitter than the sorrow she bore.

The ghost of her is far from enough, he believes
As he listens to the song of the rustling leaves.
Win her back, it says. But he shakes his head once more
Why win back someone who is not there anymore?

...All throughout, the hearts remain passive and reserved
Asking themselves if the nonchalance, they deserve
Will love find its way back to where it was once before
Even when love does not feel like love at all?

Footnote: Someone commented that my verses, being stuck in rhyme, are too limiting. Not quite natural. Too thought-out. I know she meant well, and I believe her.

That's my problem in attempting to create poetry: I do a lot of rhyming, that I forget to concentrate on the message that I want to convey. I want it to sound good at the expense of it not *being* good. Hmm.

This calls for a challenge, I reckon. I am not great in experimenting with free verse, but hey, I'll try :)

If you want real poetry though, check this out. Now, he's the man.

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School just started the other week, and now I want vacation.

2002-06-22T21:39:00.000-07:00

If ever you know upcoming gigs which are in dire need of an amateur band, at no cost at all (!!), please let me know. I am semi-managing a band, Setenta Nobenta, and we are desperate for exposure. Hehehe. :)

2002-06-22T21:36:00.000-07:00

On the background: Sunshower by Chris Cornell

I was supposed to download the following songs: "Camera One" by Josh Joplin Group, "Run Like Hell" by Kittie, "Screaming Infidelities" by Dashboard Confessional and "Only Hope" by Mandy Moore (told yah I am mad about the movie). To my dismay, though, Audiogalaxy is not available for downloads anymore. Waaah.

2002-06-21T08:48:00.000-07:00

On the background: Denmark by The Ocean Blue

There was this community somewhere in UP, a place called Baranggay San Vicente, where people from the lower class of the society lived harmoniously and peacefully.

Until May 13 came.

On that fateful day, most of the houses from the baranggay were demolished, leaving thirty five families homeless.

Eight-year old resident, Cecilia, died from a heart attack, after witnessing such monstrosity.

The struggle to reclaim the land has yet to be won.

We went to Baranggay San Vicente this morning, checked out the site, videotaped it for our newscast production, and interviewed some of the residents. A student-activist, Jon, from the UP Diliman-Anakbayan told us everything about the situation, from the history of the baranggay to the latest goings-on in the court. Then Mang Francisco, the spokesperson of San Vicente, let out his sentiments, particularly stressing the fact that the land belongs to them. Other student-activists (Anakbayan has their own outpost in the area) provided more information.

It was almost appalling to hear that demolitions indeed happen. It's different when you get to see them from TV, or read them from the paper (I myself was a bit nonchalant when I read about the San Vicente demolition from the Philippine Collegian). But when you're in that exact place where houses used to stand, and get to talk with people who used to live in those houses, it's all too humbling.

2002-06-18T18:26:00.000-07:00

On the background: Silence.

Oh boy! Oh boy! Garfield is 24 years old today..whooopeee! Haha, as you can see, he ain't that happy about it :9

I adore that cat. I positively, absolutely, definitely adore that cat. He's stuck inside of me, and there's no
way I can shake him out. I don't know what I'll do without him. That's a sappy remark, that previous sentence, but no kidding. I think I have almost anything Garfield in my room, from shoes to the extension phone I just bought last summer. Garfield is not just an animated character for me, he's more than that. He's a real, fleshy, tubby, orange-striped cat full of angst and sarcasm, but endearing and darling, nevertheless. Garfield is probably the only one I can think of who remains adorable despite the mean demeanor.

I have to applaud Jim Davis for creating Garfield. I don't even want to think of Davis getting old, and having to die like Charlie Brown's Schultz. Morbid thought, I know, but I can't help it.

There is just so much about Garfield. From his anti-mailman, anti-Nermal campaigns to his clamor for his bear, Pooky, you can't go wrong with him. He is not boring, and not a bit hypocritical. Hey, we can even relate to his Monday blues, his passion for coffee, and even - gasp - his atrocity against diet!

I love him soo much. And I know, forty, fifty years from now I'll still be that girl who goes giddy over the sight of the big, fat cat that is Garfield.

2002-06-15T23:21:00.000-07:00

On the background: The Unforgiven by Metallica

Father's Day, it is :)

My first memory with my papa, that I can recall, was when he played with the then two-year old me inside our room. I was surrounded by dolls, and plastic phones, and toy kitchen utensils and there he was, my papa, who was only wearing shorts that time. About 3 photos captured that moment.

Then I was three when I almost swallowed a two peso coin. Yep, that decagon-sized two peso I managed to almost shove in my throat. I was hysterical, and my dad was carrying me in his arms, hushing me and trying to do something about my predicament. Obviously, he got that two peso out of my system, though I just couldn't remember how he did that. But I knew then that he saved my life. Right there and then, he was my hero. My superman.

Right now, he still is.

He still is that mediumbuilt, tanned, and rather goodlooking man who always reminds me to be careful in crossing the streets (He must've sensed that I really am scared crossing the road). He is my number one fan, who believes in me sooo much that even in my failures, he never fails to let me know that he is proud of me. He is that guy who can easily crack me up with his jokes, his funny dance movements, and his other wacky philosophies. He is the only one who defends my stand on music in front of my mom, whenever she is irked with loud metal blaring from my speaker. He is still that ever thoughtful, loving father who loves surprising me, like his surprise phone call on my 18th birthday. He is still the most religious man I know, and from that attitude of his, I always am pacified for his prayers have always kept my family safe, healthy and happy. He still is that man from a picture taken almost eighteen years ago, in which he was cradling this gentle baby girl on his arms, with a big grin on his face.

My papa. My hero.

My father is working in Hawaii right now. He has been working abroad since I was eight, but of course, there were these yearly vacations that I have always looked forward to. It is a bit sad to realize that he's been abroad longer than his stay here in the country with us family, but I know that he doesn't like that situation either. As much as he wants to spend all his time here with me, my brothers and my mother, he knows he can provide more for us if he goes abroad for work.

And I know nothing can be more heroic than that.

2002-06-12T08:57:00.000-07:00

On the background: Little Black Backpack (acoustics) by Stroke9

Finally, I saw "A Walk to Remember," a movie I had been dying to see since its trailer came out last month. Some local movie critic commented beforehand that the movie is predictable, and too sugary sweet it's sickening. But I didn't care. Movie critics don't know anything but criticize anyway. So I watched it awhile ago with my best friend and her two sisters, and what can I say? I love the movie. I love Mandy Moore and Shane West. I love Nicholas Sparks. By the end of the
flick, I wasn't crying; I was sobbing.

And it wasn't just because I have always been a crybaby in such things. The movie is full of love, really full of love it just moves you to tears. I don't know, I've seen a lot of romantic movies to last a lifetime, but nothing rocked my heart the way "A Walk to Remember" did. To think that the plot isn't a biggie, that we all know, for we have seen, heard and read similar stories of two people falling in love, with one of them actually dying. The story is predictable. No complicated twists and turns, no sudden turnaround of events to grab you by the ruff of the neck.

So how come?

Maybe because I think Shane West and Mandy Moore are perfect for the roles of Landon Carter and Jamie Sullivan, what with Shane's intensity (and hot looks ;p) and Mandy's angelic face and natural gentleness. Maybe because I am a sucker for opposites attract type of love story, you know, the usual case of Mr. Popular falls in love with a girl who is way out of his league. Or maybe because Landon and Jamie are not supposed to love each other, given their social gaps, but destiny has its way of sneaking up on the two of them, and just like that, love binds them together, and it's sweet how Landon fights his friends to stand up for her, to protect her.
Or maybe for the shallow reason that I love stars, and I love the idea of having someone name the star after you, through the help of the International Star Registry, of course.

It can also be because I just love bearing witness to two people madly in love with each other, fiction or no fiction. I remember I watched this clip of actress Giselle Sanchez' marriage to her beau on TV. When the two kissed, I was soooo touched that I cried :)

Or maybe it's really because I saw love as it is, as it should be, as it has always been - the most powerful force ever to come upon two souls. We all know how crappy the world can get, but love makes everything so perfect that it makes the heaviest problems more trivial. True love is a blessing, a miracle. It's true that miracles don't necessarily have to be supernatural; it's just a matter of seeing right through the sweet graces in life like love to witness them.

The movie makes me wish that we all find true love, you know? Some marriages falter, and you wonder if what kept those marriages together is true love, after all. Some give up on love, knowing that it's probably the most elusive thing on earth. But I wish we won't give up, no matter how unloved we feel sometimes. I wish we always have that faith to go on, to believe that love comes, as it always does. I wish we can give ourselves fully, unconditionally, passionately to those we choose to love. I wish we all find someone whose love prompts him to do even the unthinkable, like talking to his estranged dad, and learning to dance. I wish we can have that love that grows between the (albeit) fictional Landon Carter and Jamie Sullivan, a love that absolutely knows no death.

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Lookie up at that entry. Written by a totally lovesick gurl. Heehee ;)

A few notes:

Korn's newest album, "Untouchables", is now available. Yippeee. I thought at first they're really going downhill, for their last album, "Issues", was released way back 1998 pa.

School starts approximately seven hours from now. My great summer is officially over. Sad, but hey, I love school. Besides, I have only 2 years to go before I blast off to the "real world". Might as well make the most out of it. :)

I'll never learn to swim. My friends tried to teach me awhile ago on our lastminute summer getaway, but I didn't want them to. Not because they were awful teachers, but I was really scared to go to the deeper part of the pool. What do you expect from a girl who nearly drowned thrice? And I mean, *really* nearly drowned.

I adore my best friend's baby cousin, Gabo, who goes frantic when I play dead after he shoots me with his imaginary gun :)

And happy birthday to the best-looking, funniest, zaniest, most pious, most organized, most hardworking, most caring, sweetest and the most important man in my life, my papa! :)

2002-06-05T17:43:00.000-07:00

On the background: Got the Life (Deejay Punk Remix) by Korn

Last night, my best friend and I had a debate at Mcdonalds'. About what?

Love.

Specifically, how far one would go in loving someone.

We had one specific situation to elaborate our own sides:

Boy loves Girl. Or at least he says so. And the Girl believes that, so much in fact, that soon she falls for him bigtime. Boy and Girl are happy together. But deep inside, Girl knows Boy has a girlfriend, or is in love with someone else. Boy is too gorgeous to stick to one girl. (Though Boy says to Girl that there is no other girl). Girl is confused. What does Girl have to do?

Keep on loving him, I pointed out. At least the Boy loves her somehow. Or if he doesn't love her, at least, it's something close to that, and that "something" has the biggest possibility to metamorphose into love itself, sooner or later. Besides, the Girl ain't that sure that the Boy has a girlfriend. But granted that the Boy is indeed toying around with another babe, then why not just love the guy just the same? At this point, the girl has nothing to lose but her pride. And love, my dear friends, has never been proud.

Henceforth I went to this conclusion that sent my best friend a-panickin': Sa pag-ibig, minsan kailangan magpakatanga. (Hehehe, boy am I cheesy. ^_~)

Of course, my best friend countered my views. If Girl knows that the Boy is a two-timer behind her back, why does she have to put up with that? Why not just break things off with him, and spare herself from a big blow of pain that is about to fall upon her? He declared that it's almost close to suicide. He even went as far as paralleling the situation to the famous moth and fire story. Moth was advised not to go near the flame for he might die. But moth was stubborn, and as he was happy being around the fire, he went near it just the same. He died, of course.

At least, he died a happy moth, I said.

"Namatay pa rin", he snapped back.

Oh well.

2002-06-05T05:07:00.000-07:00

On the Background: Down with the Sickness by Disturbed

I love covers. Rock artists doing other else's songs is a total trip. Some faves are: Incubus' own rendition of TLC's "No Scrubs" (Brandon enjoyed it immensely, thus concluding that they should do more covers often. They did. I also love their cover of "Turning Japanese"), Metallica's a capella rendition of their fave Pearl Jam song,"Jeremy" (really funny cover; James, Lars, Kirk and Jason sang their hearts out, just belting along with Eddie Vedder on their background), Foo Fighters' cover of Stairway to Heaven (it was funny because Dave forgot the lyrics half the time and sought the help of the audience) and Wall doing the metal version of Britney Spears' "Oops! I Did It Again!" (and i mean, REAL metal: think growling vocalist going "A yeah yeah yeah!" with mean drum rhythms and guitar licks to go with that).

So it's not a wonder that I sooo dig the "I am Sam" soundtrack, which featured all wonderful Beatles covers. I had always wanted to snag the copy of the album, ever since Eddie Vedder's "You've Got to Hide Your Love Away" got major airplay in NU107. And I was lucky. I didn't have to buy it; I won a copy from the same station, after participating in the typical be-caller-number-something-and-you-win-this contest.

"I am Sam" featured 19 Beatles songs. It's pretty tiring to enumerate them all, but here are the most outstanding ones I can think of: Aimee Mann and Michael Penn's "Two of Us", Rufus Wainwright's "Across the Universe", Stereophonics' "Don't Let Me Down", Sarah Maclachlan's "Blackbird", Eddie Vedder's "You've Got to Hide Your Love Away", Ben Harper's "Strawberry Fields Forever" and Nick Cave's "Let It Be".

Of course, we all know Beatles, so no need to dissect the lyrical content and the melody of the featured songs in the album. The only thing to reckon with is how did these artists deliver all those classics. Must be a really tough job because hey, you just couldn't go to the recording studio and sing "Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds" without even considering if your voice, your manner of delivery justify the song's essence of timelessness.

Fortunately, all of the artists did a superb job in reliving those Beatles songs. Goodness, I'd be damned if Sheryl Crow used her usual drawl in singing "Mother Nature's Son".

The album is a must-have, especially if you're a big Beatles fan. But if you just crave for the perfect soundtrack for the cozy, and romantic rainy days, which we're having right now, then for the love of love, get yourself a copy.

The only thing I'm just ranting about though, is I haven't watched the movie itself! And it's not playing on theatres anymore, so I have to wait until
it's available on video.

Oh well, the album would have to do for now :)

2002-06-02T11:45:00.000-07:00

On the background: Motivation Proclamation (live version) by Good Charlotte.

Yesterday, my main agenda was to attend the piano recital of my two kid cousins, Ginelle and Klarisse, at the UP College of Music.

So after a certain meeting at our parish, I rushed to the college and looked for the auditorium. Found it, and lo, the recital was actually for the Ryan Cayabyab Music Studio students. Naks, I thought to myself. My aunt didn't tell me she enrolled the girls to no less than the class of the Maestro himself. I went inside, and the show had already begun. I was late so the piano category was over. I felt a bit sad because I wasn't able to catch my cousins play. Well, at least, I was there.

It was an amazing recital. Really amazing recital. Angelic voices + unforgettable songs = wow. There were little girls singing immortal songs such as "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" and "If We Hold On Together". Clad in white dresses, they indeed looked like adorable cherubims. Then the teenagers to the 20-something followed, doing the renditions of "Seasons of Love", "Paraiso", "Used to Be", "Kayganda ng Umaga" and other equally heart-tugging songs. Man, were they better than any other Star Circle artist I see on TV. They had the pow. Which actually made me wish that I was up on that stage too, belting like crazy and prancing like a total performer.

Curtain call, and they deserved the applause. I was just wondering though, "Where in the world are my cousins?" Then the fact that I couldn't find their names on the performer list from the programme confused me all the more.

After the recital, I sought for my relatives. I even positioned myself on the main entrance to be sure that I wouldn't miss them. Minutes flew by, and still, no sign of them. My aunt was not replying to my text messages. Boy, I was starting to despair.

Thankfully, from the other side of the building emerged my cousin, Eileen, (youngest sis of the two pianists) and her yaya, Ate Inday. I immediately bombarded Ate Inday with questions: where were the two, did they get the chance to play, what time did the program started? Ate Inday answered curtly: "Nasa music hall pa rin, tumugtog na sila, sayang di mo nakita. Nagsimula 5:30pm."

I was like, "Huh?" But the recital ended at 5:30! Realizing that maybe Ate Inday heard me wrong, I reiterated the question on what time did the program start. She still gave me the same answer, though.

Then it hit me. Omigosh, I went to the wrong recital!

My cousins' recital was on that other auditorium. I should've known that there were two music halls in the college! And how could I be so stupid? My aunt told me earlier that the recital was at the College Mini Music Hall, and not Abelardo Hall where Mr. C's recital took place. But then again, I thought that that Abelardo Hall was the Mini Hall. Yikes!

Awgh, I wasn't able to catch my cousins' perform. I felt so bad. I mean, they had been reminding me to watch them play since early May, and I wasn't able to do so. Albeit I immensely enjoyed the other recital, I know there was nothing like watching your darling girls do the fingerworks on the keyboard. Being a frustrated organist myself (I quit organ lessons because my teacher was slapping my hand every time I had it wrong, which was verrrrry often), I wanted to see how Ginelle and Klarisse made magic through that Weinstein.

I played with them when we got home though. Real fun. Pretty much made up for what happened, I think. :)

PS: Ginelle asked me one question that threw me off: I am older than my brother, Mikey. How come he's taller?

Hehe. Kids.

2002-06-01T16:25:00.000-07:00

On the background: Winamp's off. TV's turned on to Sunday TV Mass instead.

I got myself a blog. Yiheee! ^_~

Actually, I used to have a blog, but it was really personal, dealing with heart matters (haha) so only a few knew about it. I ditched that blog anyway after figuring out
that I was better off writing my icky love problems over my ever-reliable Garfield diary.

Then I made **meet me in outer space**, featuring some of my poems and essays. No big deal, just your usual online portfolio of some sort. So there. I was already pretty okay with that, but then again, after a tad while, I had the urge of blogging again. And so we're all here.

Have nothing much to say in this first entry, except that I really had a great breakfast. My ideal breakfast. Coffee and pan de sal. Yum, yum!

See ya!