Friday, October 25, 2002

Yaaay, thank yous to everyone who talked to me yesterday; ya'll made me feel spooshal. =) Also, thanks to all my friends who've been really really great and supportive through the other things... it's wonderful to have friends i can count on. I owe.

Two new links on the side... Neil's (Los Al Batmaan) Xanga Blog and Shirley's (yay... thanks for all your help... although our conversations are infrequent and far apart, you're always watching out for me... thanks so much =) Xanga Blog.

Sunday, October 20, 2002

Dad: Apriiiil, what would you do if you dad weren't so crazy, hmmmmmm? =P
Me: Maybe I'd be sane...

Saturday, October 19, 2002

Wha? There are Kodomo no Omocha, Marmalade Boy, and Love Hina mangas available at my local bookstores? His and Her Circumstances DVDs too? What is the world coming to?!

Thursday, October 17, 2002

For all ye Angels fans...

BURY BONDS! (barry bites.)

My social psychology class is trying to see if they can get the slogan "Bury Bonds!" to catch on. My soc. teacher, an avid angels fan, Fun times. Anyway, help us out by carrying along the slogan... please? Barry Bonds is really narcissitic and arrogant; he believes he carries the Giants.

Thursday, October 10, 2002

Mitch Miller on George Gershwin's music: "Keep it simple, keep it sexy, keep it sad."
-- heard on KUSC, 91.5

Tuesday, October 08, 2002

Yay, a little story. My grandma has a male cat back home in the Philippines. Yes. Wooow. Anyway, one day, the cat came home with a little kitty, the runt of its litter, in its mouth, stolen from who knows where... my grandma and her help thought that her cat would eat the little kitty, so they let him carry the tiny babe to the corner of their back yard and do whatever it was he intended to do. It turns out that my grandma's cat started caring for the newborn (whose eyes were still wet, by the way), keeping it warm, protecting it, even letting it there's no way i can put this delicately, so... suck on his nipple. Currently, both kitties are living happily, if not strangely, keeping each other company.

Sorry, I'm a horrible story teller.

I hate when I hear music in my head right before I fall asleep and i have neither the talent nor drive to write it down. ( Sami, that was dun =P Something else was dun too... eh, oh well, i don't remember what it is. )

Friday, October 04, 2002

"why did you paint every fingernail a different color?" "because i'm still a child"
I just realized something really saddening... now that i've quit piano, i can't play a piece solely for someone else... no more performances, formal or informal. Not that it's any great loss... i'm nearly 18 and i'm still playing intermediate pieces. ah well. on to other things for now, i'll come back to this later? hopefully.

it's amazing how much i've deteriorated in such a short time... playing duets with my brother is now harder than it used to be.