Did you see “The Police” at the Grammy’s?

How awesome was that?

How “cool” are these three, huh?

I sure hope they are going to tour.

And not only that,
It has also been confirmed that
VAN HALEN (with David Lee Roth),
has reunited and will tour this year.

Man oh man!
Exciting times!

I love it when bands from my youth reunite
and play together again.

Now if only Roby Rosa would form the original Menudo,
my year would be complete.

PS ““ That last line was meant to be a joke.
No offense meant to Menudo fans out there.

And when I say fans,
I meant you, Grandma!

Happy Birthday to Kristine.

I know you and I go way back.
Back when things were simpler.

And thank you for reminding me,
how funny and crazy I was back then.

Just like that time when I was cracking jokes and being silly,
Two of our friends were there
and their heads exploded in sheer amazement.

(True Story)

Happy Birthday to you.
I wish you all the happiness you deserve.

Mahal kita.

Pssst. Malapit na rin Birthday ko.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

I know, I know.
I am already late with this.

I meant to write this when the news came out,
but hey,
you know what they say.

“Better late than (later) (pregnant) never.”

Anyway.
So if the last HP book is due in July 2007,
That pretty much gives me 6 months to read all previous books.

Wait a minute.
That’s a book per month.

Who am I kidding?
I wouldn’t be able to do that.

I’ll just watch the first movie
and then read books 2 to 6.

I am a fan of the series but
I am not “that” big of a fan.

Except maybe when I read about Nymphadora Tonks.
Then that’s when I get all giggly inside.
She can “Wingardium” my “Leviosa” anyday.

And that’s LehVee-Oh-sa.
Not Lehveeoh-sa.

Joyeux Anniversaire, Pamela!

Hope you had a great birthday.
I would love to visit you in France someday.

Then take me to the Louvre,
or show me where they saw that Code by some guy.

I think his name was “Da Beansy” or something.
I’m not really sure.

Happy Birthday again!

Je t’aime ma chérie!

-From Kuya Denden

Happy Birthday Ate Gerdie!

Tumawag ako sa’yo,
pero di ka nasagot.

Baka tulog ka pa,
kaya si Ate Gina na lang ang binulabog ko.

All the best.

Love ya!

I have this whooping cough now for more than 20 days.

It freakin’ feels like I am coughing out my lung
and some parts of my esophagus.

It has always been like this my whole life, growing up.
I get sick a lot, and it stays with me for a long period of time.

Maybe because when I was a kid,
I was never breast fed.

And I never ate my vegetables.

Although, I remember eating a lot of dirt.

And possibly paste.

A little shout out to my Mother.

It’s funny and weird that I wanted to greet my mother a very happy birthday here,
even though I know that she has never read this site.
She does not even know it exists.

So why do I do it?

It’s called (sucking up) preventing unavoidable circumstances.

Because someday, somehow.
I am going to need a place to stay.

And possibly some money.

And she has them both.

—
Happy birthday Mother!

I didn’t even think I was going to be able to see him,
but last night,
I saw Eric Johnson again.

In concert.

I enjoyed this performance better than the last one.
Maybe because the first one,
I was leaning by the stage, and I saw the song list on the floor,
so I knew what songs are coming next.

But this time,
I intentionally stepped back a bit, about 8 or 10 feet from the stage,
right by the speakers where his guitar was panned,
and every song he did was a real surprise and an excellent treat.

He started the show with “Zap.”
And quickly followed it with “My Back Pages.”

And as always,
I was screaming like some girl auditioning for American Idol.

I almost shit my pants when they played “Dear Prudence”
by the Beatles.
My God, this guy never ceases to amaze me.

Then followed it with “Desert Rose.”
Which is truly one of my favorites,
and just after hearing the intro,
I really think I did shit my pants,
in the shape of a Fender Strat with a dropped “D” tuning.

I almost lost my mind right then and there!

Eric, Roscoe and Tommy‘s team is truly a show to see.

One of the highlights of the night was the triple encore they gave us.
Three times they went back and came out, playing more tunes.

What a show, what a show.

Oh, I would have told you more about the guy who spilled his beer on my shirt.

Or that lady who kept on dancing in front of me and kept stepping on my feet.

Or when some lady threw her bra on stage,
and one of the roadies picked it up,
and Roscoe came out wearing it.

Or when one of the security guys told me to quit taking pictures on my cell phone.

I would have told you more of what happened, but
I have to end this since it’s getting too long,
and I want to play some guitar!

Thanks to Eric for putting on a great show.

Thanks baby for convincing me to go and see him.

And thanks for reading this post up to this point.

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Now it’s time to ROCK!