tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36388832011-04-21T12:58:03.388-07:00sko's blog projectan online journal about life, ramblings, two-cents-worth of opinionated essays and other works.bobnoreply@blogger.comBlogger531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-1059891380889292282003-08-02T23:16:00.000-07:002003-08-02T23:16:20.860-07:00Double Whammy Wishes I have my father's face. That's what most people who knew him would never fail to mention. I wouldn't know if that was true. I derived my limited memories of him on a 10inch-by-14inch framed photograph. A photograph which was not even an original since my Lola only commissioned someone to paint it from an ID picture of his. All other memories were gone as if they wanted tobobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-937329102003-05-03T21:01:00.000-07:002003-05-03T21:10:52.000-07:00Aaahhh...Got this from my inbox just recently. I don't know if you've already read this but still I'm posting it for some reasons. Here goes...A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 20 pups. And set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-936444772003-05-02T05:03:00.000-07:002003-05-03T22:06:54.000-07:00My head is a hugearena full of dozengladiatorsdancing to the tune of “The Cheeky Song".Okay, fine. This used to be "Asereje" but due to "some" insistent public demands (actually, there's only two) I'm switching over the not-so-cheeky-song." Nawala tuloy ang momentum... bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-930373772003-04-22T03:00:00.000-07:002003-04-22T03:11:02.000-07:00Anger Management Take TwoBad moods are slowly becoming me and this blog is transforming into an angst-ridden, not quite rollercoaster-y, ride into my ultra-boring emotional-see-saw life. I'm not sure if I was such a brat when I was just a toddler, or if I threw tantrums as frequently as any youngster would, but in the course of things, it really seems like I did. Some pretty mundane things could bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-927718252003-04-17T04:28:00.000-07:002003-04-22T03:06:07.000-07:00Have you seen Sandler's new movie "Anger Management"? I haven't. But after what happened the other day, I think I'm gonna put it in my "To Do List" the soonest possible. Ganito kasi yun...Usually, my mom's the one cooking dinner but the other day she went to somewhere, which I understandably forgot, so she wasn't able to cook for us. Naturally, since, along with my nephew, we're only three bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-912216582003-03-23T05:05:00.000-08:002003-03-23T23:37:50.000-08:00I'm all shiny, shimmery... (splendid?) and red as the succulent lechon that we devoured yesterday. Magbabad ka ba naman maghapon sa tubig, eh. But it's okay. I more than enjoyed it. Being in the water is quite calming and relaxing. Makes me wanna swim some more.***Do I look like a "BOY" to you? Yesterday, while swimming in the crowded pool, three ladies, apparently in their teens, approached me bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-908024312003-03-16T05:43:00.000-08:002003-03-16T05:43:46.936-08:00Watch Chicago! Catherine Zeta-Jones is never this better. And Richard Gere? Who knows, he can actually sing! Though I admit it didn't give me the kind of, to put it in Nei's word, "kuryente", that Moulin Rouge did to me, I'd say Chicago made it close enough. After all, it's not a romantic story to begin with. Anyhow, it's definitely worth your 60 bucks or so.***Does this one reminds you of bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-905830612003-03-12T04:42:00.000-08:002003-03-12T04:42:11.296-08:00I'm doing some pseudo-animation/cartoon for a friend's thesis. It's about a couple driving in a lonely street, the guy making a left turn towards a dirt road for a short cut, his gf arguing, blah blah blah. And in the end, they end up on the edge of a cliff, a few feet away from their demise. Why am I telling you this? Uhmmm, wla lang. May naalala lang ako. Parang parody ng ...bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-905825032003-03-12T04:24:00.000-08:002003-03-12T04:24:21.030-08:00I've been quite fond of short posts lately to think that there's a lot of things happening in my so-so called life as of the moment. Well, actually it's not that much, but I just don't know if some of them are printable.. *wink*wink* Hahahahaha! Okay, I'm just kidding. Somebody might misinterpret that one, so nevermind. Anyways, you might be wondering why I was quite ecstatic in my previous postbobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-903962292003-03-09T02:45:00.000-08:002003-03-09T02:49:29.000-08:00Waking up late in the morning used to leave me irritated for the whole day. But not today. Hmmm, maybe it was all due to my wonderful date last night. . It was nothing fancy, though. We just went out to see "Final Destination 2" after dinner, then spent the rest of the night talking in a coffee shop. What a night. You should see the big grin on my face right now. bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-902970072003-03-07T04:47:00.000-08:002003-03-07T04:59:42.000-08:00Something unexpected happened last Sunday that changed my perspective about relationships. Okay, maybe it's not that huge an impact to begin with, or maybe I'm just overreacting, but whatever. I don't care. All I know is ... ah, basta. *wink* bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-899519302003-03-01T05:13:00.000-08:002003-03-01T05:13:50.373-08:00We could've been celebrating our 17th month today. I know it's not helping but it just crossed my mind.bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-895502702003-02-22T06:07:00.000-08:002003-02-22T06:11:05.000-08:00Why I Hate To BlogEver wonder why I suddenly got out of the circulation? Well, here's one attempt to justify my seemingly untimely, yet utterly unimportant, hiatus.Without going much into details, to sum it up, the last relationship in which I’ve been to turned out to be a failure. Don’t even bother ask why or how as it won’t matter now, anyway. Thanks to this guy, who was one of those very few bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-891387332003-02-15T03:08:00.000-08:002003-02-15T03:08:59.183-08:00What IfKate WinsletHere I stand aloneWith this weight upon my heartAnd it will not go awayIn my head I keep on looking backRight back to the startWondering what it was that made us changeWell I triedBut I had to draw the lineAnd still this question keeps on spinning in my mindWhat if I had never let you goWould you be the one I used to knowIf I'd stayedIf I'd triedIf we could only turn back bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-879301042003-01-23T17:36:00.000-08:002003-01-23T17:43:45.000-08:00This site is on hiatus.bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-878838322003-01-22T21:34:00.000-08:002003-01-22T21:34:07.440-08:00.bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-874672822003-01-15T01:25:00.000-08:002003-01-15T01:25:03.456-08:00I have a difficulty forgiving and letting go.I still hold a grudge with someone who, I believe, has geared my life towards a different course. Part of me still blames that person for being who and what I am right now and part of me blames myself for letting it happen. As the cliché goes, time heals the wound but never its scar. No matter how you try to conceal it, it will always be there as a bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-872627862003-01-11T05:44:00.000-08:002003-01-12T00:46:46.000-08:00Here's another one. True Talent Test"Your true talent is numerical ability.Whether you like numbers or not, you're much better with them than others. Your results indicate that you're not only good at calculations, but that you also understand how to use numbers to your advantage. People like you typically manage their personal finances with ease. It's doubtful that balancing your checkbook is anbobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-872616902003-01-11T04:52:00.000-08:002003-01-12T00:52:53.000-08:00Curious about the "Inkblot Test" that I read from both nei's and iva's, I decided to join the bandwagon and try my luck. And here's what emode.com's Inkblot Test has to say about me.Your unconscious mind is driven most by What this means is that when your unconscious mind sees an opportunity to remind you of your sexual desires, it takes full advantage of it. Because of this, things that have bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-872582942003-01-11T01:11:00.000-08:002003-01-11T02:36:56.000-08:00After some time off (an unusually long one, at that), it feels a bit strange having to come up with a new entry for this blog. Kinda like having to ride a bike again sans the adrenaline rush. Words don't come out like spit, though, this time around. Maybe my depleted neurons are in dire need of stimulation. That's what you get from not doing anything besides succumbing to the power of that darn bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-863929222002-12-22T03:30:00.000-08:002002-12-22T03:30:31.860-08:00ShortiesLast night's Ganda-Gwapo Christmas Party was a success. I don't know what got on our minds during the "Lick My Beard (pronounced Bird)". It was kind of funny and embarrasing. Imagine putting up a show in front of other GG peeps. Hehe. I'm sure those who attended will know what I mean. Oh, well. At least we won. Still thinking if I'm gonna put the pics in here. We'll see.***The results of bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-858851582002-12-12T01:01:00.000-08:002002-12-12T01:16:24.000-08:00Haven't heard John Mayer's "Your Body is a Wonderland" for awhile. Now it's playing over the radio; which reminds me of Cherry's comment on one of my previous blog. I thought she's not even aware of this blog. Thanks to one very good "friend", who tipped her on the entry. Hmmm, just wait 'til I get my hands on you. Hehehehe. Joke lang. Anyways, as I was saying, Cherry read the entry which goes bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-857757582002-12-10T02:26:00.000-08:002003-01-12T00:48:52.000-08:00In one or two occasions, I remember telling my friends: "Should I die, don't ever weep for me. I don't want anyone crying at my funeral." And then my friends said, "You are weird, do you know that?" Yeah. I am at times. I just don't like the idea of some hysterical people crying their lungs out. *grins*Got this from a link in Stella's how would you commit suicide?YOU WOULD ASPHYXIATE bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-856317992002-12-07T00:06:00.000-08:002002-12-07T00:15:10.000-08:00Yep. Bob is now your official resident engineer. The induction ceremony yesterday at the Manila Hotel seemed to have lasted forever. I honestly didn't expect it could take that much time. Or maybe that was because we arrived at the hotel a couple of hours earlier? Good thing Cherry was with Mom (their first meeting actually). She was feeling kinda nervous but I said it was okay (because I am, toobobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-854167722002-12-02T21:04:00.000-08:002002-12-02T21:16:04.000-08:00I'm still alive! (...in case you wanna know.)Oh, yes. I still am. Hehehe. My unproductive dormancy (what? since when has dormancy been productive?) is yet to reach the summit. For now, I'll savor all the time that's in my hand cause I know after this I'll be working like a horse like all the others. Palusot!. I decided, although half-heartedly, to wear barong to the ceremony. Hope I made the bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-851995282002-11-27T22:56:00.000-08:002002-11-27T23:01:20.000-08:00Haven't been able to blog for quite some time. I'm was busy trying to finish that Crash Bandicoot (the Playstation game.. hehehe). You see I'm quite of a bummer. Not quite... I am! Oh, well... By the way, I still don't know what to wear for the Oathtaking ceremony. I'm torn between wearing a coat-and-tie and a barong. Don't know which one is the safer choice. Hmmm. maybe Patrick is right. I bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-848129722002-11-20T05:25:00.000-08:002002-11-21T20:13:04.000-08:00I feel guilty for passing the board exams.Not because I cheated or something. It's just that I kept asking why I was able to make it and my friend didn't? Everytime my friends congratulate me, I can't help but think about my bestfriend. He could've been getting the same congratulatory remarks that I'm getting. I know he prepared for it much more than I did. We went to review class together, and Ibobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-846186282002-11-16T04:15:00.000-08:002002-11-16T04:20:36.000-08:00This morning, I overheard my four-year old nephew singing:Russel: "Ang mga sundalo mahilig sa burat (Tagalog for the male genital)! Buratatatat! Buratatatat! Patay kayong lahat!".Me: "Ano sinabi mo? Saan mo natutunan yan?". (while trying hard not to laugh my ass off.)Tsk, tsk, tsk... Kids. bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-845743872002-11-15T05:01:00.000-08:002002-11-15T05:09:16.000-08:00Para kong naglilihi. I seem to be so damn sleepy most of the times. And I also crave for food, and yet when I see one, my appetite seems to betray me. Like I crave for something else. Ewan. Lazy days are here again. Got nothing to do but watch TV, sleep, play the dang PS 'til poor little thingy overheats, and practically bum around the four corners of the house. I think I want a chocolate right bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-845177202002-11-14T01:20:00.000-08:002002-11-14T01:20:58.766-08:00Hah! The blog is okay again. I am totally clueless of what had happened. And I guess I don't really wanna know what that was. Sasakit lang ang ulo ko. Thank goodness! ***I got home this morning at 3 AM. Last night at Gerry's (Jupiter St., Makati) was a bit nostalgic yet utterly wonderful. The people from my college org met up, after almost a year of absence from the org; so it's kinda like a bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-844468562002-11-12T17:35:00.000-08:002002-11-14T01:27:07.000-08:00This blog is still having difficulty publishing. I have theories of what's causing the trouble but so far the only evident thing is that IT'S NOT WORKING! I am getting frustrated. This whole thing destroyed the momentum of the previous entries. So by the time I finally fix this, the excitement will be over. *sigh* This is absolutely frustrating.bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-843555802002-11-11T02:08:00.000-08:002002-11-11T03:47:01.000-08:00I think there's something wrong with my server. If you can read this post, please do me a great favor and send me an email at sko@gwapo.com. Thanks!bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-842726732002-11-09T02:44:00.000-08:002002-11-14T01:21:54.000-08:00I feel good!Mahal pa pala ko ng Diyos. I didn't know that 'til this morning. . For the past days, since Monday (first day of the board exams), I was compelled to pray fervently. That's what desperation makes of you. You suddenly hope for the nearly-impossible.Last Thursday, my nephew asked me to help him in his book report. It was Heidi by Johanna Spyri. One passage in that book hit me on the bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-841115052002-11-06T03:53:00.000-08:002002-11-06T03:53:10.633-08:00Whew!My self-esteem has taken a chest-deep plunge in a span of three days. I'll keep this short. Ayoko na munang mag-isip. :D Nakakadrain ng utak yung exams. *sigh* and sighs some more* Now the only thing left to do is sleep, sleep, and sleep some more. And keep my fingers crossed. I hope the next issues of the newspapers would be valuable enough for lamination. *still keeps my fingers crossed*. bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-839500332002-11-02T23:36:00.000-08:002002-11-03T23:49:29.000-08:004, 5, 6If today is the fourth, fifth or sixth day of November, and it's between 8 am and 5 pm, then Bob is probably taking the board exams right now. Wish him goodluck!bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-837603082002-10-29T23:46:00.000-08:002002-10-30T00:15:12.000-08:00Spook FactorMy last years in the dormitory proved to be the spookiest. Almost every building in the university have their own paranormal stories but it takes one to really experience being spooked out to prove otherwise. For a starter, the building (another co-ed dormitory) right across the street used to be a hospital, the basement of which was used as a morgue. Maybe that's the reason why the bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-835480982002-10-26T01:58:00.000-07:002002-10-28T00:14:46.000-08:00On Birthdays ... Today, two of my loved ones are celebrating their birthdays. One is my nephew (my godson, he’s 5 yrs old) and my girlfriend, who doesn’t want to admit that we’re now both 20-odd years old. But since it’s her birthday, I think I might as well concede… *grins* The logic behind birthday celebration seems to elude me up to now. It’s not being skeptical or anything but to me, bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-833988382002-10-23T03:59:00.000-07:002002-10-23T04:12:21.000-07:00Hooray!Nothing extraordinary has happened today, at least to me. I heard my other friends are not doing well (not that much, though) in their waterloo subjects. What can I say, that's the perrenial problem of students like us (kasama pa ko dun!) especially since it's finals week. Been there, done that, but still not over it. *grins*. But I have another reason to be happy; one of my closest bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-832950492002-10-21T06:17:00.000-07:002002-10-23T03:36:56.000-07:00Got Fingered?I have a sprained right thumb. I think it's starting to swell. I can feel the joint click each time I tried to bend the poor finger. Anyway, it's the result of being clumsy and stubborn all at the same time. I was doing my laundry (Yes, even guys do their own!), a week's worth. I was too lazy the whole week; besides I've got another excuse: I'm reviewing for the exams! (as if...). Sobobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-831627682002-10-18T03:50:00.000-07:002002-10-19T05:20:02.000-07:00A day in the life...My brain cells are not responding at a Pentium-4-speed these past days. I think all those hours spent in front of the TV (and the PC, too) have slowly degenerated my neurons into inactive pieces of pseudo-viral particles that devour the other (mal)functioning neurons. Anyways, it's quite inevitable. ***My head is bursting with seeming incomprehensible terminologies and bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-828836312002-10-12T06:44:00.000-07:002002-10-14T05:05:44.000-07:00Does Size Matter?In haiku, it does. Got myself registered in a haiku blog. The idea of the blog is fun, think it would be great.***Little shoes for little toes?Speculate if you must ladies, but two British scientists who, I think, wanted to prove that there something more than the unusual size of their... ehem... shoes; concluded that a man does not need his shoes to measure the apparatus!bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-828374712002-10-11T05:20:00.000-07:002002-10-11T05:23:35.000-07:00ShortyI'm not in my right senses today that's why I'm keeping this as short as possible. I'm having trouble with the Topcities.com pages a while ago. The blog page can't be displayed and I'm starting to get frustrated. Not much for the day, except that I already got the transcript (hooray to me!).***I've met two persons in the net today. I thought my life's crap, until I read about this homeless bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-827832912002-10-10T02:01:00.000-07:002002-10-10T02:12:35.000-07:00So Hot In HereNo, this isn't about Nelly's song, though I really, really wanna take my shirt off 'cause it's so damn hot! The cold breeze of the -ber months have suddenly turned into one furious dragon's breath. Dang El Nino. Such terrible temper for a child.***Isko.tk is Dplace Designs' site of the month for October! Thanks to Francis. I owe you one, bro! ***I can't help but grin on the guys' bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-826828622002-10-08T04:06:00.000-07:002002-10-08T04:54:45.000-07:00Uploaded the "controversial shameful pictures" in the profile section. Just check it out.***Feeling a bit shitty today. I went to NSO this afternoon to get my copy of the endorsed birth certificate. Got myself a priority number, 1890 to be exact. Guess what number was currently being served when I entered the releasing area? 1401! Dang! I would have to wait 489 people to be served first before I bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-826310142002-10-07T03:47:00.000-07:002002-10-07T03:47:35.873-07:00The Gallery is up!Finally! Natapos ko din ang gallery ko. The links above are now active. Hope you like it!bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-826285282002-10-07T01:32:00.000-07:002002-10-07T05:10:40.000-07:00Back to HerYes. We're on it again. Actually we've ironed things out the night after our anniversary but we just had the time to see each other last night. It feels good having her around again. Got to watch Road to Perdition; another movie that I'd be hesitant to watch again for an undisclosed reason. But don't get me wrong, the movie is good. Only I...***The first time I heard John Mayer, the bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-825099922002-10-04T03:39:00.000-07:002002-10-05T05:38:22.000-07:00Amores PerrosI'm here at the UP Bahay ng Alumni. I was in the Registrar's this afternoon checking the availability of my Transcript of Records. Honestly speaking, my academic records were not that impressive. But it never really hit me until the time I finally set my eyes on the insignificant TOR of mine. I wonder, would there be a respectable company willing enough to waste their precious money bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-824067622002-10-02T00:49:00.000-07:002002-10-02T02:54:16.000-07:00It could've been our first...This one's supposed to be yesterday's entry but I was not in the mood to go online so I'm posting it today.Yesterday, we could have celebrated our first year being together. I should've been happy. But the fact that we weren't together and she being mad gave no reason to celebrate. I have forgotten our monthsary twice, and who knows she might 've been expecting I'd bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-822346072002-09-28T07:14:00.000-07:002002-09-28T08:44:58.000-07:00I'm not usually vocal when it comes to matters concerning my relationships. It's not very often that I'm comfortable voicing out what I feel, or what goes on inside my freaky head, that's why most of the time people tend to misinterpret my (mis)behaviour.It's barely a month since we had a serious talk. It's not really clear to me why we, or rather, I have been in this phase of emotional seclusionbobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-820895582002-09-25T04:37:00.000-07:002002-09-25T07:16:04.000-07:00"Error on line 13. Would you like to debug?"Damn! I'm getting way too many pop-ups as I go along editing my blog. First, I changed the account of my YACCS comment link because I wanted a new layout for the box. Well, all I wanted, mainly, was to change the color scheme and have the image match with my new layout. I got what I wanted. But, lo! and behold! It's not opening the way I wanted it to tobobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-820389322002-09-24T03:56:00.000-07:002002-09-24T05:49:10.000-07:00ManiaI feel particularly alive today. Kinda weird. I have always suspected myself to have manic-depressive tendency. I spend a lot of time at home feeling tired but doing nothing, feeling run down. Just like yesterday. There are these times when I feel ultra-irritated, most of the times I would dread hearing even my nephews' and nieces' laughters. These were the times when I get easily annoyed bybobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-819458672002-09-22T03:26:00.000-07:002002-09-22T03:36:17.000-07:00Back to BloggerYes. I'm back to using my blogger account. I wanted to keep the comeent links so I went back to it. I originally wanted to use Iva's free subdomain for me, but I'm having trouble with the FTP setting for my blog so I switched to my topcities acoount instead. Now I have two pop-ups instead of one. Just pardon those annoying pop-ups, will you? I hope I could use Iva's sooner. Now, ifbobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638883.post-819457332002-09-22T03:15:00.000-07:002002-09-22T03:53:11.000-07:0021, September 2002Site UpdateGot a new tagboard account. I wonder if it will have an extended capacity since the old one only had 11 posts in it.***I'll be moving in to another server (again!). Yey! Thanks to my super-generous sponsor-cum-fairy-godmother. Please do visit her. 20, September 2002 Back In Action (Uhmm..sorta)After almost a week of pseudo-vacation, I'm back here in Bulacan. I arrivedbobnoreply@blogger.com