finally, after a long time, i'm actually online at home. it has been awhile since i have used my own personal dial-up account. nothing beats surfing from home, but it's not as fast :(

i got home early tonight, thanks to Gari... who convinced me to get out of the sweatshop with a distant promise of a movie date later tonight. Hideo Nakata's Ringus. Please let it not be too scary for the likes of me.

Aaaah. I'm currently listening to my launchcast. Wanna listen in?

Note to self: When you going to do the other note?

My last real night out (my cigarette-toting, yelling-out-loud self alongside beer-drinking friends) of 2002 was at the Bistro. Cookie was obviously her usually self - expertly disguising jamming challenges as an excuse to drink away from the spotlight (wait, could I get sued for what I just typed?). But she did her share of crooning, of course. I liked her (insert fave CIR song title here). The company I was with played a large part in making the gimmick a special one, and its thanks to Riz and Ivs for sharing a few hours of serious fun with me - away from computer screens and mice. They were also a great cover for their non-drinking (but very sexy) chauffer, who would have chosen not to be caught dead at a bar just having a few smokes after having just devoured a very dead grilled pig in the dark.

Funny. I used to go to Pinwheel gigs all by myself. I didn't care what others thought of me then. I wonder what's happened to alter all that. When one gets older with age, does it mean you're wiser or does it just mean you've mutated into a replica of Courage?

Hey, Riz. Reminded of the picture that Bistro waiter took of us three. I wish I could post it here. Maybe if I finally get my very own domain (cross fingers)...

I found out a month ago that my employer, whom I have worked with for the past 21 months, has not been remitting my contributions to the government's social security service. I still don't know what to feel about it, but as my co-workers have said, we just have to ride it out and hope he'd pay us back, especially now that he knows what we know. Thanks to the SS online employee inquiry, you can now painlessly check whether _your_ deductions are being passed on to the proper authorities.

If he doesn't pay us back, do you think I'd get another google hit? :)

Thanks to Hec for pushing me in the right direction. I _did_ got mentioned on SNN.

My boyfriend, and lots of others out there I suppose, wonder at how I could understand the boys' musings, let alone their chaoscant. Hehe. I don't!

I found myself reading SNN again last night. As usual, it triggered a lot of long-dormant feeelings (and best-forgotten memories as well). I also tried testing the search feature. Entered "Gigi" as a search string and came up with variants such as "nanggigil" and "nagiging." "Nagiging," I found out, seemed to be used a lot. Tomorrow, perhaps, I shall try "match exact phrase" and see if I come up with optimum results. I remember being mentioned at least once. What does it matter if I have?

Lets put it this way. Before last night's nostalgic Promenade down "amnesia lane," I remember having lost sleep (read: slept at 7am) just re-reading through the e-mails. I guess ever since the first time I waded in to browse up until now, the lot of them have never failed to interest me.