I Have Game. Do You?

I haven't had the time to update this in such a long time. I've been busy with work, with playing around with Facebook, updating Pepato with all the apps I can get my hands on (well, from my sister, that is), watching all those wonderful 2PM videos in YT. Whew. I just wanted to post that. *Oh, and the Pablo Neruda book of poems I've been wanting to buy is sold out. *sadness* *My HTML powers have dwindled the past year, so I'm thinking of updating my layout and background and fonts. *I just checked my bank account balance and it's so depressing. I need to save up for my trip to South Korea this September. I want to buy a few things for the 2PM boys. I am praying that Jay comes back from Seattle by that time. I think it's going to be a sad visit to the JYP office, with all the Hottests post-its on the walls. But if he's not, I'm bringing a ton of post-its and I might ask Pinoy Hottests to send me theirs so I can post it for them. *I got the SS501 dvd from...

I'm in Australia for a 2-week training. We're in Brisbane and I just have to say - Brisbane, I love your weather! =)

Earlier today I went through my college yearbook in search of an address. After writing down what I needed, I was going to slip it back to its place on the shelf when I spied my high school yearbook tucked at the back of the shelf. I reached for it and gingerly took it out of its place, not wanting to get any of the dust on my face. I grabbed some tissue, sat on the floor of my room and started cleaning the 15-year old thing. When I was satisfied with its state of cleanliness, I started to go through 4 years of memories. I can't explain the emotions that I have right now after looking at the pictures, the funny anecdotes and hirits captured forever in its pages. I'd feel regret that I wasn't able to get close to numerous people who I thought had the most interesting personalities and then immediately feel comforted that somehow I tried in my own little way. I laughed out loud at the 1st page that chronicled our freshman cheerdancing competition. Well, it was supposed to chr...

An excerpt from Pablo Neruda's Cat's Dream I should like to sleep like a cat, with all the fur of time, with a tongue rough as flint, with the dry sex of fire; and after speaking to no one, stretch myself over the world, over roofs and landscapes, with a passionate desire to hunt the rats in my dreams.

January 25, 1933 – August 1, 2009

It's 3:52am. Still jobless. Yesterday marked my mom's 1st death anniversary. A year just flew by -time really does fly. I miss her every day. I miss my dad, too. Not a day passes that I do not think of and miss them. I still choke and get teary-eyed just thinking of my dad. Moreso with my mom. And I can not believe that I do not have them with me as I go through hell. 2009 started out pretty well for me, but the past few months have been difficult. I think my family does not know the extent of my pain and frustration the situation has created for me. I'm still trying to understand things and talking with friends who are going through the same thing greatly helps - but it's not enough. Everyday is just painful. Everyday is torture. I can truly say that I do not know how things got out of hand. I was just in the middle of the crossfire, minding my own business, and I end up getting shot. Over and over again. And just when the last breath leaves your mouth, your whole life...

Happy Birthday Mommy! I love you. I miss you. *Happy Birthday to Kim Hyun Joong, too.