Makes me want to go ballroom dancing. Hahaha! Listen to it and tell me that you did not, even for a second, think of choreographing a dance! =)

The Wallflowers...drool. Making me miss the 90s even more.

My favorite version of Across the Universe.

damn. love the sneaker pimps. I wonder where they are now.

Can't help but feel like I want to line my eyes with Kohl and just brood. *wink*

Finally found it. First heard it in the late 90s as a teenager. Stone Roses remixes are HOT!

This is what you get when you mix a great melody, intelligent lyrics, and a voice dripping with soul.

This almost qualifies as a bitchfit/rant session except I am not actually bitching or ranting, just simply sharing.

( Read on if you want to read my pseudo-bitchin' )

February is here and we just bid January adieu. See you in 2010. Below are some lala-lovely (totally my definition of lovely, in case haters stumble upon my page again) old (read: last month and then some) jpgs in my camera phone's memory stick that I dug up while updating my friendster and facebook.

warning: slightly image heavy

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Two weeks into 2009 and I think things are still pretty ok. Nothing life-altering or spectacular to merit a book deal much less a movie spin-off. This is attested by my three lonely journals whose first few pages lay barren like a poor little hot gayasian who outlived his QAF fascination. Mental note to self: buy the QAF cds that I just alluded to.

This post is all about my old journal, new journals, an admission that I'm a junkie of more than one thing, the ugh-ness of early January 2009 and a pic of my bf's back and nape while doing something on the floor (don't scroll down yet).

If you just scrolled up to read this, it means you didn't follow my previous instruction you naughty perv. If you are reading this due to natural progression...good for you; you read from top to bottom like everyone else. Hurrah. Sorry, I had a Daria moment.

Journals, Moments, and Weak Glue

I had a Gonuts Donuts journal for 2008 and this brown journal acted as my planner, to do list holder, and my version of a scrapbook with table napkins, cigarette pack scraps, and resto receipts stuck using stable wires, tape, or glue. Each piece having names, dates, and sometimes topics written on them to serve as snapshots from 2008. Below are samples from my 2008 journal.













I wasn't able to capture moments for each day even though in my heads-in-the-clouds state of mind I know each day should have been captured because each one had at least one magical moment worth documenting. I admit I was probably either too busy merging cells and lining columns or making Powerpoint decks to smell the need for white glue to merge moments with paper or I was in bed dreaming of my self flying in technicolor or was outside smoking cigs while thinking when would I quit the habit. *sigh*

But still I am happy how my brown 2008 journal made 2008 literally more memorable. Unlike the previous years that left me frustrated because I had no tangible way to remember highlights of the past 12 months, 2008 was captured in one way or the other. Thus I decided to use three different journals. It was a hassle jotting down appointments in front of colleagues or superiors and slips of paper raining on the table because the glue had weakened.

For 2009 I have three journals that I carry with me. One big red journal for work, the blue 2009 Starbucks journal for my personal thoughts, and one small black unlined hardbound journal that has that elastic thingie to secure it. The small black one is to keep my ideas in pictures and cut-outs I will stick using the gluestick that has taken permanent residence in one of my green messenger bag's pockets.



Sigh.

I don't know if I should start rearranging the furniture in the house again because I am feeling off-centered again which I am soo blaming for me not writing. Or I could just confess that I can't disciplined my self to write. (See the date of my last post here for evidence).

Life is happening to me! And where the fuck am I???

In the other hand.....

Like what Panda said...the beauty of relationships is that it gives the opportunity to influence somebody else and let that same person influence you.

I have effectively made my partner John a design and fashion magazine junior junkie like me. See pics of him in the living room going through my collection.



And here are some of the other mags I have to buy magazine containers for.



I will consider John an official magazine junkie like moi when he drops at least 800 pesos for a single magazine without any hesitation, doubt or regret, just one big smile on his face, a fresh spring in his step, and this great urge to tear open the magazine and bury his nose to smell the pages then devour the entire issue with coffee and cigs. And when he realizes he's about to finish the magazine he wonders what exact date the next issue will come out and who would be on the cover/guest writer/editor/stlist/featured artist or designer.

A good magazine (or book) has helped me kill time; a great magazine (or book again) melts the outside world and creates a new world in me.

Did I just write a paean for a magazine?

Told you I was a junkie...