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.

I went to Korea late October. It was my first trip out of this god-forsaken place, and it was really a refreshing change. Considerably fresher air and cheaper clothes. Too bad the digicam i brought along conked out on me at the last minute. I had to cough up KRW 15,000 to purchase a no-good disposable cam. This lady sold it to me - the unsuspecting tourist - while I was waiting for my cable ride atop Namsan in central Seoul. Here are some pictures I came across, thanks to good ol' Google. It reminded me of the sights and sounds, the experience and the wonder. And most especially, the awe I felt for having met surprisingly friendly folk.

For some of them I met but will never get around to seeing again (since they were mere strangers who helped me and my mom out of a rut we always seemed to steer ourselves into), Kamsahamnida :)

And the pictures I took using the disposable? Uh, don't ask.

There, almost new. I realised that when I was about to edit my booklist that the template was so old that blogger.com had deleted it already. I inadvertently had to change it and modified the new template a bit (a bit? a bit??). For that added flare.

I absolutely hate pink. Its too... pink. But there you go. Eat up.

I was mulling whether to link my personal quiz here but decided against it. Who are you to take it anyway? Go make one for yourself. If you are absolutely convinced that you personally know me and _do_ want to take my quiz, e-mail me.

Note to self: Bring back my links and my book-movie-cd list! I'll have to ask my boyfriend for help on this.

There is absolutely nothing to blab about. I should go out more. I'm always stuck in the office, talking to myself in front of the comptuer monitor. with any luck, in a few years, my hands would have grown bigger than my feet at the rate im utilising them.

"I can't grow any taller, but I can be better." - Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo, President of the Republic of the Philippines

Well that does it. It mean's I'm doomed if I don't "link" to other web sites. Hah. It's not as if I actually have readers out there.

[Half of the blogs out there have probably written what I just wrote, but nobody's supposedly around to care, right?]

I was never the linking type. I have. In my past blogs. But I'm running out of time of late. My college friends used to quote me that 24 hours is not enough for a day for me. And that hasn't changed a bit.

Only now, I can hardly point what's eating up my time. I have relatively more freedom to do something else since I graduated. I have my sister's car, I get my monthly wages, I go to work really near a district hang-out (wait, what's that got to do with blogging?). What's missing?

"Labor conquers everything (Labor omnia vincit)." - Virgil, Georgics, I

i just tasted green tea frapuccino - a new Starbucks concoction. i must say that i actually enjoyed the drink and would venture so far as to say that it has revolutionized iced tea drinking for me. i've been drinking green tea for as long as i could remember, even back when people on tv documentaries on Japan would make funny faces before, during, and after drinking it. i drink it to make me feel better and for its health benefits. but it is only now that i actually felt happy i drank it. happy or giddy, can't decide which. i think both. happy because i did something adventurous today, and giddy because it cost me PHP 110.

there was this poem/song we took up in Philippine Literature way back college. entitled Tuesdays of My Being Sick, by this local rock group who had a WRK dj for a lead singer. i dont remember the exact lyrics of the song, but it now reminds me of how i feel. i guess its in order to look for it so i could share it to you. let's see.

~im in a daze
~now everything's changed
~it amazes me

When writing a letter of application, the three most important things to remember are the following: proper punctuation, getting to the point, and being nice.

Tolkien wrote his diaries in Elvish, so said Humphrey Carpenter at the Cheltenham Festival in the UK last week. Hmm. This guy, Tolkien, never fails to amaze me.

"The Hobbits are just rustic English people, made small in size because it reflects the generally small reach of their imagination." - JRR Tolkien

"I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments, when they aren't trying to teach us." - Umberto Eco, Foucault's Pendulum

I'm off to London to marry Prince William!

our little conversations on our instant messengers at work are mundane at times, outragiously funny at other instances, and sometimes, soberingly honest. we are what, within touching distance from each other? what if everyone just actually spoke everything out loud?
great when the boss is around... but you have to limit the shaking of the head and the shoulders when something hilarious comes up in the silent conversation, or he'd wonder if you've become too crazy to be worthy of his payroll.

I've been wracking my brains out on what the antonym for "conducive" is.