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I found out today that li'l Jo-Jo's blog is a good cure for depression. It makes you laugh and at the same time horny. ^_^
Digitalrice.comsounds like a good webhost.
Yes! I did it! I have replied to all my e-mailsin my inbox... Zero. Null. Cero. Nil. Nyl.
It's kinda weird now staying in on a Fridaynight...
... on to my Inbox... stay focused... reply to all your e-mails.
Oh my... The Bluelotus Project is now searchable.
10 more e-mails to respond to... argh, can't do it anymore... I need to sleep... there is still tomorrow. To my loyal bluelotus visitors who sent me e-mails, please don't despair.. I will respond...
This blog thing is not a good idea.
I better catch up with my e-mail... my inbox is getting overloaded.
Hey Phil... If you're reading this now... thebluelotus welcomes you... ^_^ Phil is the only person from my work circle chosen to see thebluelotus. His mom was kind enough to translate and transcribe the site's name to Japanese...very cool guy. Thanks again man!
I am so carried away by this song Saigo no iiwake by Tokunaga Hideaki I am considering making it the background music of this site. I've set up a separate page for it for now and it also includes an embedded MIDI file of the song. I need a better MIDI version though and sorry, no English translation of the song yet... only Japanese and Filipino. The song was very popular in Manila back in 1990. It has lots of versionbut I like the Japanese version the most... well it's the original... I think it means My One and Only in English... I like the Filipino version too (by Ted Ito). I become very emotional every time I listen to it. It's about losing somebody you love... the one and only person you've loved - gone... and how much you want him/her back in your life again. huh huh huh ^_^ argh... socheesy... Okay enough. Oh yeah, I added more lotuses on the site! (if you haven't noticed yet). Go and multiply, my pretty lotuses!
Decipher the mind of a confused lotus.
Confusion... confusion... why am I always confused? Am I confusing myself or is it the people around who are confusing me? Is confusion healthy? Obviously it's not if sleeping pills and tranquilizers make you confused, right? Decisions.. decisions... why do we have to always make decisions? Why don't we just live in the present moment and enjoy what it has to offer. The one-celled amoeba doesn't decide what to eat and where to go... it eats what it's programmed to eat and goes where it is programmed to go. Hmm... I want to be a one-celled amoeba for just one day and experience their simple programmed life... but I'm human. I'm not a one-celled organism. I am one big pile of living cells that make up tissue, that makes up organs, that makes up a system... and voilà, makes up a man. I'm the most complex living organism on the planet. I should be proud I'm a human. Yes! My brain makes me confused.... What if I take out my brain, put it in the fridge and live without a brain for one day. Science says I won't live. So forget about that. Still confused, myself? Yeah. Emotionally confused. Aha! I should take out emotion from my body just for one day and be the evil bitch slapping trash. But I don't know how to bitch slap... somebody has to teach me how. What if I don't exist? What if we all don't exist? The Buddha thinks so I think... what do you think? And yeah, why do we think? The Buddha taught meditation to men to empty our mind of our thoughts and be one with our mind. Yeah, okay. That's hard man. But wait, I've tried that in my zazens, er, three years ago... a medicine cabinet kept appearing in front of me. Which route do I take? Do I do meenie-meenie-minie-moe or should I make an intelligent decision? Am I intelligent?... my Mommy always tells me that I have a mind worse than a typhoon... unstable, always changing, indecisive (that's why all tropical typhoons in the Philippines always have feminine names... they say women always change their minds)... I blame her for giving me a brain like this. Well, I actually like my brain minus the typhoon character. Boku wa anata wo ai shite iru. You are my hitohana, my dear hasu. I wish you knew. I want you to know. Katarina..please help me.... Okay, I was going to stop this non-sense babblings but my server is down so I can't upload this entry over there. So.. I'm here again! Nu poat te dicer cui eu sent per ti. Tots dies eu te vid. Teu capellcuieu haid et nun eu l'amat... teu capell si brun, si fine. Teu mans si bells, si pics sont. Som enamorat de teus ocs... de teus labs de rose. Me diccuitu m'amats et teann eu som. Bell noct, meu flor.
Yeah, this oneis for you.
Four more new online discoveries:
New online discovery > Penis Monologues. I added a new site to my favourites. It's called Penis Monologues. It's about the world according to an average, middle-class, educated, machismo-type, early 20's, cool, goodlooking Filipino guy... It blogs the Philippines' wacky poli-ticks and its players, social issues, the blogger's dream of travelling to Europe (especially Paris) and beautiful sexy babes. It's okay, parents... No graphic representation of the actual penis is used on this site.
... and she came back. My guitar. Sheshowed up in my dreams again this very early morning. This time I saw a silhouette of her face right beside my bed.. the funny thing was it was that of a man. I tried to scream calling my Mom sleeping in the room next to mine but no sound came out of my mouth. I tried moving my toe and my arms to wake myself up which I did and in an instant I was awake but I couldn't keep myself awake so I fell asleep again and the frightening ordeal came back. I tried to punch the wall so my parents would hear me and I did but I wasn't sure if they heard it. I got up from the bed and turned my desk lamp on. I went back to bed and this time the nightmare didn't come back. I hope the ghost in my dream gives me some winning numbers for my next bet in the lottery, make herself or himself useful. My guitar has a big hole on the side (a flight stewardess dropped it on its way from Manila to Toronto) and has one string that is of different type from the rest but it still plays music. I revisited my interest in guitar this afternoon. That's because my sister is hogging the computer again. Anyway,I must have played the guitar for about 2 hours and sang of course ^_^. I'm no guitar expert but I do know how to play it and memorized a few chords. I played (or at least tried to play) a couple of songs from REM, 10,000 Maniacs, The Sundays, The Cranberries, Deep Blue Something... ouch, my left hand fingers still hurt... my guitar has metal strings so my fingers hurt if I haven't played it for a while.
I saw this note on the fridge when I got up this morning:
dear me to you Hi. Guess who? It's me. Yan. It's me like you. And you're like me. Remember tomorrow and yesterday? Yeah I remember. But do you remember me? I do. I see you like me everyday too. It's me, like whoa. So do you know? Cause I know. Well yesterday it snowed and today it melted. Just like tomorrow. So yesterday is like tomorrow. So you know it's like me. I hope now you know I am me. Cdo you know me? C is my crazy 16 year old sister.
Self-abuse, guilts, evil possessions & Che Guevarra.
I've been hit by another awful headache andoccasionalshort-lived spasms on my chest which started this morning. I was toldbythe doctor that it may be caused by fatigue, lack of sleep, improperdiet,stress, etc. It makes sense because I've been abusing my body for quite awhile - 5 to 6 hours sleep everyday, occasional eating self-deprivation, working out after a stressful day at work while my stomach is empty,stufflike that. I am now experiencing the impact of these abuses. Just two weeks ago a mysterious virusinvaded my body and left me sick for 3 days but I'm glad it wasn'tserious.That's when my body's immune system started breaking down. From now on I will get at least 7 to 8 hours sleep everyday and never miss a meal. My blog is my witness! I should be in bed right now getting some sleep and rest but I couldn't fall back to sleep after I talked to J. I feel really bad that I couldn't make it to the party he's going to tonight because of my unexpected infirmities.This was the first time he asked me to come with him to his own functions and I couldn't make it. I've asked him several occasions to come withmeto my own functions and without hesitation he gladly accepted my offer. Sorryagain, J.
Damn, the party he was going to sounds reallyinteresting...a cop and robber party where you dress up either as a cop or a robber.Ugghh... If you haven't seen The Exorcist,the digitally mastered one just released (scenes never seen beforeadded!),in the movies, I highly recommend that you go see it. Man oh man, itscaredthe lotus out of me! I remember seeing the original one when I was 5 or 6I think but I only remembered when Linda Blair's head turned 360 degrees,the melted-spinach-like substance coming out of her mouth, the levitation and the priest jumping out of the window after he got possessed. I now du bit the scariest movie I've ever seen second to TheAmityvilleHorror.
On my way home from downtown Toronto back to Miserysauga (Mississauga,thewestern 'burb) in the bus I met this guy from Montreal studyinguniversityhere in Mississauga (yes, Mississauga has a university!). It allstartedwhen I asked him where he got his sweater. I really really like hissweater.It has the famous face of Che Guevarraon it. Being a fan of history and radical/alternative paraphernalias Icouldn'thelp not asking him where he got it. Then we started talking about clublifein Montreal, alcohol cannot be purchased in deppanneurs(conveniencestores) here in Ontario, the politically-driven St-Jean Baptiste day (Icallit the Quebec National Holiday... I don't see anything holy about it),themayor's unjustified (and stupid) banning of raves in Toronto (it's overbythe way), him not being able to find a marijuana use advocacy group inToronto,the boredom of living in a university residence, Jean-Paul Sartre &thesocialists in France and Spain, the babes in Montreal are hottercomparedto the ones in Toronto (yeah, okay!), and prostitution, to name a few.Iwas surprised I managed to strike up a conversation even when I was toosickI could puke my half-digested breakfast to the lady just beside me. Ijustthought it might help me forget I had a headache and I was quitesurprisedit worked.
Sleep... now...First day of Fall. I can also be a master.In defence of the coffee.
It's the first day of fall... the weatherprovedit. I was struggling against the strong winds on my way to work thismorning.It was cloudy, gloomy, almost depressing. It was a busy day. Mymanager'son vacation, her manager and my team leader were both in a conferencedowntown...and who was in charge in the office today? ME... I wasflattered myteam leader chose me to lead the team while they were away... it waskindacool. I hate ordering people what to do... I got the escalated callsfromour clients today too and I handled them pretty well. The office ransmoothlyunder my little Asian hands. I felt good. I'm glad I'm working withnicepeople.
Yay! We finally have coffee filters so I'm enjoying a nice cup ofcoffeeas I blogged. We ran out of filters a few days ago at home but everyonewaslazy getting them from the store... that includes me even though I passbyWal-Mart and Zellers on my way to the bus terminal every time afterwork.I survived with one cup of coffee everyday for a few days though. Ididn'tcrave for it. Maybe I should quit drinking it.... but what's thepoint??That's silly. It's just coffee. Nothing's wrong with it. It won't killyou.It's not like alcohol or cigarette. My mom is very proud of herselfbecauseshe quit drinking coffee. But what's the point?? Oh yeah, she getsheadacheeverytime she drinks it and I don't. Coffee's here to stay.
Let me know you visit... don't be shy.
Okay I lied... I will blog one more time before I go to bed... I guess ever since I published about my little site-tracker's activitiesthere were people who started hiding their identities... domains like spaceproxy.com are now appearing onmytracker... This is one way to hide one's IP address from being tracked.Butlet me know you visit... don't be shy. So for you, spaceproxy person,don'thide your IP, I actually like to think that there are people whoactuallyread my blog (or maybe not... just eavesdropping)... I don't care if Isee1000 visits from you as long as I know that you like me and my blog. Goahead,make me proud.. make me smile... get noticed... leave your mark.... Igetthe encouragement to maintain this site from the idea that there arepeoplewho visit it and take time to read it... I want to kiss you and hugyou...Whatever's mine is your's... Mwah mwah!
No blogging today. I am awfully tired. Must goto bed. zzzzzz.I see that the USMilitary paid a visit to my site. What do they want? Are theythinkingI'm creating some kind of a lunatic cult? or perhaps some kind of aholyterrorist group? Hmmm... what should I call it? The Bluelotus Army
The Bluelotus Sangha? The Brotherhood of theBluelotus?I am very flattered ^_^ Naah... I'm apeace-flower-sex-magic-sugar-coffee-lovingperson!
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Do they do this to every site on the web? Or do they only targetFilipinoson the Web? My friend Jerwin also had an unexpectedvisit from them last month. Ooh... sorry, that was toonarrow-mindedof me... I mean it makes sense because the perpetrator of thatdevastatinglovebug virus was a vain Filipino troublemaker. Oh well :-) All I saytothe military is: I shoot you with my digital-smile-loaded-laser-gunandthen I'll let you slap my ass and call me "kinky flower" ^_^
The train incident. High school crushes.What?!No coffee filters? f^&*! I was so furious this morning becauseofthe forty minutes delay I encountered waiting for the GO (Government ofOntario)Train from Cooksville to Union Station... that was my first time takingthattrain going downtown Toronto. I had to wake up at 5:00 (actually 5:09courtesyof the infamous snooze button) and I was at the train platform at 6:45tocatch the 6:55 AM train. I didn't leave the station until 7:35 AM. Ihada very important activity down there with my company's businesspartnersthis morning and I was late 35 minutes because of it but I stillmanagedto get a warm welcome inspite of the tardiness and I got a piece ofcaketoo... there was a birthday celebration going on that same day.
On the GO Train I saw two former high school classmates. I didn't sayhito them because I didn't want to make a fool of myself forcing them torememberthat we used to be in the same class, etc. I was not a famous kid inhighschool (I wish I ran nude across the hallway, or painted grafitti ontheimmaculate walls of that Catholic school, dated one of the teachers, orbethe greatest geek of the whole class... to be famous). I think one ofthemrecognized me but pretended he didn't know me (maybe?). This guy isFilipinoand he was popular among Filipino girls at school.. I guess you knowwhy.We also hung out at one point because he was my brother's friend. Weusedto wait at the same bus stop from school and we gave each other thehandshakeseverytime we meet in the hallway... He is also working for the samecompanyI'm in.... just different locations. I found out when he happened tocallour department and he got me and I recognized him as soon as I pulleduphis file. I introduced myself and he admitted that he knew me.... WellIkinda changed a lot since high school so that's probably why he didn'trecognizeme at the train. He got on the same coach I was on and he stood rightinfront of me. He looked very matured. Do I look matured? Theotherformer high school classmate is a very bright Chinese girl from Grade13Physics & Biology. I still remember her name. I don't think she'drecognizeme at all. I have a very good memory in faces and names. Now I'm home. Did my usual daily routine at home. Kicked out my sisterfromthe computer... I felt bad about that actually... I don't know... Iguessit's because I was cranky... We ran out of coffee filters and so,didn'tget my coffee for the night... argh. Now I'm so sleepy... I actuallysnoozeda bit as I typed this.s,fdasxdfas see what I mean?
Good night, my loyal blog readers.... I love you.
The ghost who wants to have an affair withme.
Damn it! I still have the headache. Hangover doesn't stay inyourbody that long. It must be something else. I had at least 7 hours sleeplastnight. Maybe I'm hungry. I only ate once yesterday. But I'm not hungry.I'mcraving for... fries... Burger King is just behind our house but I'mtoolazy to walk out. Toronto is getting cold in the morning at this timeofthe year. I'll just have some toasted bread with jam and coffee andAdvil.Ah, I just heard my Mom said there's corned beef... that's what I'mhaving,yay!
My mind has been playing scary games with me for the past two nightsnowand that's why I'm having difficulty sleeping. This is how it started.Itis a known fact that everyone who slept in my room had scarynightmares,particularly a ghost who either stood beside the bed or who tried tolieon the bed with you. At one time my nightmare was so intense andrealisticI got up from the bed screaming and running towards my parents' room.That'swhen my Dad replaced an Indonesian dark god picture hanging on my wallwiththe portrait of Jesus and I started putting a rosary on my night table.Anyway,Wednesday last week, I had one of these nightmares again. In the dreamIgot up the bed because I had to take a pee. I couldn't find the lightswitchin our foyer because it was so dark. All of a sudden I saw a womandressedin a wedding gown, face concealed, coming up the stairs... so Iscreamedand I was able to wake myself up. My parents heard me. Now I know thattheghost in my room who appears in my dream is a woman. The next night Iwastossing and turning on my bed, couldn't sleep because of the dream Ihad.I felt spasms or warm feeling at my back as if somebody was massagingit,well close to that feeling and I thought of the lady once again. Itdidn'tstop... I was thinking it was the ghost doing it... hehe... so I triedtocommunicate to the ghost through telepathy to leave me alone and thatwecan't be together because I'm... hehe... fuck, what was Ithinking???It didn't stop so I grabbed the rosary in my hand... I don't know if itstoppedbut I do know that I fell asleep sometime that night. The same thinghappenedlast night. When will this end? Maybe it's just my silly imagination.Mybrother about two years ago saw a presence in our basement. That'saftermy sisters and her friends played the ouija board game in the basement(whydoes this company make that boardgame for kids???) We didn't have thishouseblessed by a priest when we moved in (it's Filipino tradition to havethehouse blessed before moving in). Sometimes when I feel that there is apresencein my room (thank God I only see it in my dream!) I just say leavemealone but silly me, I say it in Filipino... what if the ghostdoesn'tunderstand it? ^_^
Okay now I'm going to have breakfast (at 12:19 PM!).
My mouth is so dry so I'm drinking water withten ice cubes in it. I'm not a big fan of drinking water but tonightI'mcraving for water. I can only drink water with lots of ice in it.
Hangovers, Filipino grandmas & wackydrunkcommunists.
Headache, please go away. I think I got a hangover fromlastnight's party at a friend's "end of summer" party (that's what he callsit).It was fun. It was a mixed crowd. I met a lot of new friendly people. Ilearneda new nice colour that night and it's called diplomatic gray. It wasthecolour of Basil's (the party host) living room. His place is pretty.Aftereveryone was gone except for us, his close friends, we played truth ordare(gee, we were like high school twinkies!). The questions were quiteexplicitbut oh well, we were all drunk so we answered them anyways. My eyeswereclosed throughout the game but I was attentive (alas! the start of thehangoverstage... hate it!). 3:45 AM, we had to leave. Great time didn't endthere...thanks to J.
The next day J & I headed to Fran's, a diner at midtownTorontofor a very late lunch (5-ish) and met up with V. Funny things happenedwhilewe were in that place. First, J went to the women's washroom byaccident.He didn't realize it until he came out and saw the men's washroom signrightbeside the door he was at. No wonder he couldn't find the urinals!Second,a very weak very old lady (connected to an oxygen tube) was trying tofixherself a nice spot in the diner with an aid... as we saw them westartedtalking about our Filipino grandmas and great-grandmas and why theylivea very long life (and I'm glad they do!)... V caught the attention oftheaid and the old lady when she said, loudly, why do Filipinograndma'slive so long? After making V realize what she just said was loud,weimmediately left the premises laughing and at the same time feelingbad...I hope they heard the word Filipino in it... After that we wentto The Second Cup to get some hot chocolate with shots ofcherryor peach syrups... I haven't tried one... I didn't like it, well, I'mnotreally a hot chocolate fan anyway but I tried it out of curiosity. Wediscussedwacky church confessions, witchcraft, ghosts (in my dream particularlywhichI'll blog later), etc... Then I went home because I was too exhausted(andthe hangover).
On the subway train there was a drunk Hispanic guy shouting the name ofFidel Castro and that he (the drunk guy) is a communist over and overagain.He speaks a mixture of Spanish and English with a thick accent. He thenstartedtelling the passengers he also speaks Cantonese and he did manage tosaywords that sounded like Chinese but it was obvious that he made themallup. Passengers were laughing. Passengers asked if he could do it inPolishand he said yes and so he did, of course all made up... I was gigglingthewhole time. You see, I turn into a super happy, super friendly guy (toofriendlyactually) when I get drunk but after seeing that drunk guy I thenwonderedwhat other people think of me when I get drunk.
Oh no... I think I'm falling in love with theanime character on this page. Must... replace... it. Naah, just leaveiton ^_^
Pariah: Quiet Storm.This is a very cool site. I like the design. It reminds me so much ofmyfavourite flick The Matrix.
It makes me wonder why up to now I'm still noton this... Maybe Idon'tdeserve it? So give it up, Gari... hehehe... It's okay (sniff..sniff)...Uh oh, mood swing alert -- it must be those damn painkillers I've been taking...
Oh my God! I cannow taste the apple juice! Hallelujah! Now, let me try the food in thefridge...yeeepee!
Yes! She did it! I'm so proud of you! I luv that new nickname she gave me - PermalinkSensei^_^
I found a way to make P stop splashing rainwater on the ground. I told him the water is actually a mixture of squirrel, raccoon and rat pee, and human spit. He stopped doing it right away.
If I don't upgrade Mr.Flower right away, I will end up calling this helpline(talking to somebody sometimes is a better alternative than puttingsomebodyto a home).
ha ha ha! You guys have to see this.
Thisguy really makes me laugh... so resourceful! ^_^
Ah... I just finished moving stuff I downloadedfrom the 'net to floppy disks before my 1.2 GB hard drive runs out ofspace!I think I'm the only person in the planet who still runs a PC with 1.2gigHD. I need a major upgrade man! Thisis my dream computer but it's awfully expensive so I guess I have todealwith Mr.Flower for while.
Gee, I feel guilty not being at work today... but what can I do? I canhardlytalk and on pain medication... my job is 99.9% talking on the phone...(talkingit out relieves the guilt a bit! it works!)
Virus is one of man's greatest enemies.Yeah, those stupid (hmmm... actually I was wrong... they can be quitesmart)microscopic organisms have ruined the 2 days vacation I had left. I gotathroat infection on Tuesday and I still have it... I took a day off togetsome rest (what am I doing blogging??) and for some lab tests. All dayWednesdayI was like a vegetable on bed - fever, backaches, awful headaches,shivers,you name it. I've been craving for really tasty food, anything sour andsalty...I managed to get a hold of preserved prune (champoy in Filipino)froma local oriental store. It is very very salty, sweet and sour and arealtaste bud stimulant. I'm not a big fan of it but I was craving for itlastnight. I was able to eat five of those and after that I felt like I wasgoingto throw up. My taste buds are still busted up to now.
Although the symptoms were already coming out on Tuesday afternoon, Iwasstill able to walk around downtown Toronto window shopping, Starboxing(yeah, I made that word up... it meant that I had some Starbucks coffee and hung outthere...It's not just coffee!) and see the movie Bless the Child with J.Afterthe movie I was so much in pain in the head and all over my body that Idecidedto go home.
I didn't like the movie although it was my choice when we were tryingtofigure out which movie to watch. It has a lot of cheesy parts: flyingdevils(yeah, that was scary, right!); people just coming out on the scene outofnowhere (they were suppose to be good angels, ok? but still cheesy...oneof them actually looked like Jesus); a daycare nun all of a suddenofferedto help to fight Satan (possessed by the angel maybe?); etc... Peopleinthe movie were giggling every time they saw cheesy parts... It was like End ofDayswhich I didn't like either. The only exorcism-related movies I like are ExorcistI and TheAmityvilleHorror I because they are really scary, they'll give you nightmaresandare realistic (Amityville Horror is based on a true story).
I'm still caught by excitement thinking that Iwould be a godfather soon... This would be the first time so you canunderstandwhy I feel like this. The story behind it is a little bitout-of-the-norms- I've never met the child or the mother... Mom is more an onlinefriendto me but we spoke twice on the phone... they both live in another partofthe country... etc... but to hell with the norms!... I gladly acceptedtheoffer... I like her... I think she's a really really nice person... Iamvery honoured to be her child's godfather.
I have a new obsession: the Gundams.
Oh my God! I will be a godfather... in Calgary!
What to do tomorrow (I'm on vacation for 3 days,yay!)? Think... think... think... Daniel suggested that I spend timewithmyself alone somewhere out of town... I might just do that... but whereshouldI go? Maybe I should do Buddhist-temple-hopping =) I started doing this2years ago but I only visited 3 and then I gave up... or maybe visitmuseumsand be like a tourist... I like checking out the excellent Chinesecollectionat the Royal Ontario Museum... or maybe go back to Chinatown andcontinuemy questfor the missing animes... or maybe just sit and do nothing at home (a Zenday). I kinda like the last idea.
Last night and today were special. I haven'tbeenextremely happy for the longest time.
It's nice to know that I won't be getting upearlyand drag my ass to work on 3 days next week... I will be on vacation,yay!I didn't make any plans at all. So now, I'm getting quite panicky forsomereason but I shouldn't be... relax, Gari, relax. I'm a spontaneousguy...I don't like making plans... que ser ser as the saying goes.
I just got home an hour ago. I and my friend met up downtown Torontohadcoffee at my favourite coffee shop,thenwent for sushi (gosh, those were delicious!), then went back to thesame coffee shop where I met Jerwin & Jeff later. I felt really really bad about not telling them that I was in theneighbourhood.Now that Jerwin blogged about it Ikindafelt worse. But yeah, I agree with what Jerwin said. I wish I livedcloser,say in Toronto so I could see them more often. Well I'm making up withthemtomorrow.
EdwardNorton? =)
Tomorrow, I will walk around Chinatown to findan anim tape, Ruroni Kenshin, my cousin has been asking for. Itriedlooking for it last year but I couldn't find it. I'll give it anothershot.
| here's | the | whip | of|love .
need i say more?
BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SAMPIT! It wasmy best sampit (Filipino slang for cousin) Jason'sbirthdaySept. 2... Check your e-mail sampit! It's better late than never :-)
my art gallery.this is the latest addition to the bluelotus project. hey, ican drawtoo!
when i was younger (meaning 6 to 15 years old), all i did was drawing.my mom told me that my pre-school favourite theme was Jesus - nailed onacross, carrying the cross, or simply himself... you could see my JesusChristportraits on the walls of our old house in manila before it wasrenovated...don't ask me why I like it, because i can't remember... then in theearlyand late 80's, I drew superheroes - inspired by he-man and themastersof the universe and superfriends, super robots - inspiredby Japaneseanimation like voltes v, mekanda robot, grendizer, mazingerz, daimos and robots coming from the west like thetransformers, voltron - defender of the universe, thegobots & the mighty orbots. then in my mid-teens, istarted drawingrather unusual themes - portraits of people from undiscovered lands imadeup... i love most of all portraits of royalties... so that's prettymuchthe evolution of my art. check it outand tellme what you think.
It was both a good and a bad day today. I spentthe whole afternoon and night with a great person, we had greattalks...I basically enjoyed every minute of it... I really had a great time...Ididn't realize the challenges I was about to face when I got home. OhGod,please give me the strength of will and peace of mind.
is yahoo mail down?? i've been trying to accessmy e-mail since 3 AM this morning!
it was a very interesting weekend. last nighti and my friends went to our favourite vietnamese restaurant Pasteurand had dinner. i ordered my favourite pho which is a beef ricenoodle.then we went to Love and Scandal on Yorkville (a trendy placein downtownToronto) for bubble tea (a popular social activity among asian youths)andplayed cheat and memory game. i realized how bad mymemoryis from playing that game. now i'm back home and drinking coffee withcondensedmilk. we ran out of coffee cream, ok?
love is in the air!
so i changed my sites title once again... thebluelotusproject. this page will explain whatit's all about. can you believe my site has been running for more than2years now? i started the bluelotus in early 98 and it startedoutas a site purely about zen buddhism, focusing on the art of smiling.toobad i can't find a copy of it anywhere in my floppy disks. then ichangedit to a more personal site about myself. i got addicted to irc(internetrelay chat), people kept asking me for my stats and pic so i made asiteall about myself. i wasn't happy with the original designs because ionlyknew basic webdesign back then. the original site even has a version inanartificial language i invented (i'm into those things) i called igricwhich is simply a simplified latin with some french twists. thebluelotusbecame a blog site in late june 2000inspiredby my friend jerwin's site... thisversionhad frames. then i started using tables and stylsheets after days ofhardworkand research... i was really improving! i've used site titles like thebluelotusland- a wonderland i call my own, the bluelotus, thebluelotus > digital ego and finally the bluelotus project.
now i realize i have so much spare time.
mr.flower was acting crazy yesterday, shutting down power byhimself...i was so afraid of being offline for a long time... but he stoppeddoingthat today... i think the power in our area was lower as usual becauseofa thunderstorm and was not enough to run mr. flower. i'm glad mr.floweris well!
P's birthday partywas a blast according to him. kids everywhere... even in my room! i didthebarbecue and shot video. i cleaned the house before that. i was soexhausted.at the end i decided i needed to get out... so i did with my friendsandnewly-found friends, J & V... they're both awesome people! got homearound5 am.
yay! i've finally finished the final version ofthe bluelotus project... i threw in some japanese animes, i just findthemcool. they remind me so much of my childhood days in manila when i wassocrazy about the japanese super robots cartoons like voltes v, mazingerz,mekanda robot, daimos, ufo robot grendizer, etc... i did a search todayonthem on the web and i found a great site that has all ofthem!...and don't forget astroboy, bioman and shaider... boys will be boys, eh?
dream blog: it was a horrible dream...we left patrick behind by accident somewhereinthe middle of a highway... how did that happen? i was panicking becausewecould not find him after we went back to look for him... apparently thepolicefound him... he apparently waved at the police station just across thehighwayand police took him... i woke up crying... i thought it reallyhappened...thank god it was just a dream!
colour is back in my site... inspired bya new person in my life... you know who you are :-)
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