21:40: ayan tuloy, semplang ang 'yong abot!
---from giyang by razorback



again... disc should not be played on roads, parking lots, and other such surfaces. :)

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18:43: loquy is like an ice cream sundae. wev and the guitar man are the ice cream. okay on their own, if you're just looking for ice cream. the bass whore and the box maker (or whoever is subbing on drums) are the syrup and the whipped cream. they make it richer and add flavor. the flutitian is the cherry. and the rest of the jammers are the sprinkles, nuts, marshmallows, or whatever other toppings you want on your sundae. i heard somewhere that 90+% of kids don't think a sundae is a sundae until their mom puts the cherry on top. last night's gig was alright, but it did not sound as sweet without the flutitian. ah, well.

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07:06: oh, i am a lonely painter
i live in a box of paints
i'm frightened by the devil
and i'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid
i remember that time you told me, you said,
"love is touching souls"
surely you touched mine
'cause part of you pours out of me
in these lines from time to time
oh, you're in my blood like holy wine
you taste so bitter and so sweet
oh, i could drink a case of you, darling
still, i'd be on my feet
i would still be on my feet

---from a case of you by joni mitchell

a você que faz este inferno de valor,
aprecíe o celebration de seu nascimento.

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05:19: last friday, i picked up the kittens from teacher m's place. one boy, one girl, both all white. precious little things. first they were called beren and luthien. incestuous. hehe.... teacher m said they seemed more like gollum and smeagol, though they aren't as different from each other. so until i came up with more proper names, i called them eomer and eowyn. i considered naming them after two real madrid* players, but deciding on which two players to name them after was giving me a headache. i looked at the boy and noticed his blue eyes. frankie it is, then, after frank sinatra. i figured i might as well name the girl after an "f" named singer, too. couldn't think of any, so i call her fitz, after ella fitzgerald. i like it and they seem to like it, too. :) here be the kitties!


fitz and frankie, hiding his big blues

*real madrid is my favorite spanish football team, known for spectacular football from their dazzling line-up of stellar footballers, including spain's best and hottest goalkeeper, iker casillas, who i would love to marry someday. oh, yeah, and the team is also known for their white jerseys.

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13:12: forgive me. i just have to comment on this. i’ve been watching american idol on star world (no spoilers, please). they just aired motown night and i expected 2, maybe 3 people to excel, and john stevens to bomb. i love john stevens. he is archie andrews personified and he’s got a nice cool, smooth tone in his voice, but that boy couldn’t sound black if you held a gun to his head. and indeed, he didn’t. he could have done worse, though. i think he picked a song that suited him well enough, and he almost got away with it. now, george huff... that guy has motown written all over him. i would love to hear him do a jimmy early song. he and fantasia (i’m beginning to think she can’t sing anything that i wouldn’t love, even her take on country was brilliant) were terrific, as expected. la toya ... she’s a bit too citylite/crossover-ish for me. classy pop-jazz-ish. not really my style. good, though. a lot of the other contestants were also good, but nothing great. the pinays were ok. jasmine trias did well vocally and performance-wise. she sounds a bit like christina aguilera when she brings the power out in her voice. not a lot of soul there, but good. the third contestant that i thought might do well singing motown was the other pinay, camile, as she has a great soulful vibe to her voice. she sang alright and looked pretty comfortable onstage this time around. she had a lot of energy and movement onstage, and she did pick a good song. it just wasn’t the best range for her. had she chosen jasmine’s song, or maybe “do you love me” instead, i have a feeling she would have done much, much better.

i’ve got a soft spot for camile velasco. not because she’s pinay. and not just because people insist that she looks a lot like someone very dear to me. not even because i love the quality of her voice. i like her coz she reminds me of myself. the insecurity, the rare smiles, the lack of power in her voice, even the waterworks. i know what it’s like to have directors and musical directors screaming at you to push your voice further, and have everyone tell you to just believe in yourself. in your head, you think “yeah, yeah yeah.” it’s tough, believe me. she’s got a lot of room for growth and i’m not sure if she can grow fast enough before the voting audience loses faith in her. sigh. i hope she does well.


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23:41: i really screwed this one up, didn't i? my bad. i shouldn't have allowed myself to be affected like this. but like my sister said, sometimes life happens. now, enough about me.

it's amazing how much faith you have. faith in greater powers, faith in me... i wish i had that kind of faith and that kind of strength. and i still think they should make you a saint. the patron saint of all hardworking and selfless individuals. whatever it is that you have or might have, it doesn't stop you from being anything less than what you are. from miles away, you still manage to hold things together for us. or at least try to. with your left hand. :) while i am not there (yet), please know that all my love and prayers go with you. (yes, i do pray.) take good care of yourself, sis. i'll see you and your hubby soon.

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01:47: it's weird to be eating an egg in front of a baby chick. i feel like a traitor. ahahahahaha.

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03:28: "o! jesus has risen! it's not sunday yet!"

yes, yes, we shouldn't be cracking jokes like that, but it was too funny. my brother-in-law, whose first name happens to be jesus, was wasted and needed a nap. it was too warm in the living room, so we got him some cushions. he lay on the grass and promptly fell asleep, dead to the world. the boys couldn't resist trippin' on him, so wev walked over to him, positioned his arms to look like he was nailed to a cross, and our friend took a snapshot of (pardon the pun) the hammered jesus. wev put his arms back to a more natural position afterwards. my brother-in-law didn't even flinch.
he was cranky as hell when he woke up a few hours later, though. and we hadn't even shown him his picture yet.

now i really know why after years and years, my friend is still scared of him. hmm... makes me think twice about taking that writing spot in livewire.

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01:14: this is the season of emotion
and like the winds they rise and fall
this is the wonder of devotion
i see the torch we all must hold
this is the mystery of the quotient
upon us all
a little rain
must fall
---from the rain song by led zeppelin

disc! disc! disc! fun! fun! fun! drizzle! rain! pour!
flick... squish... catch... slip... sting... ouch... mud... soaked... ick!
so what?

playing in the rain is fun. hee hee hee....

going batty? nah. it keeps me sane and happy. haven't had much reason for that these days. of course, it probably wouldn't have been as fun had we played an actual game on that slippery, muddy pitch. me? cut? on that field? with these shoes? they would have kicked me out of the game after the first point. ha.

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02:50: now to answer those questions i've been asking myself...

do i?


i ... don't.
i don't because you would not let me know you.


so then, why do i crash?


perhaps it's because i know what i've lost.
i know that i could have, if you had let me known the real you and not just the you that you tell me about. i know that i would have, and i know that it would have been better than great.

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06:59: in an effort to stay in the real world, i bought one of those pocket radios being sold at mcdonald's. ok, so i didn't really buy it because i want to dive into pop culture. i bought it because my brother told me about the tv ad and i thought the scenario was hella funny. and the pocket radio looked real cute in the poster. but, whatever, now i have the thing and i tried listening to the radio.
there is simply nothing good on air.

to top it off, i came home to have lunch and found little my niece singing to whatsherface who won that local singing contest. que horror. followed by that horrid himig handog song from last year (c'mon there was only one truly horrid one from last year). oi. i think i screamed something... "bad music!!", probably. i just remember getting a headache and seeing white. my niece must have seen the pained expression on my face because she then stopped singing the song, said sorry, and stopped the cd. whew. maybe if i get a cd of the darkness, she'll sing that instead.

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03:03: don't ask. i get bored waaaay too often these days.



You are a silver dragon. The rarest kind of dragon.
You are noble yet avoid humans as much as
possible. You are the guardian of the
defensless and you rule the skies.


Which Dragon resides in your soul? (cool pictures!)
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nice. if only i could get a better look at those runes at the top....



Gay Bear


Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?
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ahahahahahaha! a theatre-person indeed, wouldn't you say?

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