Update.

Two things:

Point #1 - My mom's in Japan. She'll be there till January. I'm glad she finally got to go, but... I miss her already. And timing, really--would've been nice to have her around considering all the crap that's been going on lately.

Which by the way brings us to Point #2 - A lot of crap has been going on lately. None of which I plan to explain here. This blog is not for drama.

Moving on--if you're not on my Multiply, you probably don't know that I've been doing Project 365. Basically, it's a commitment to take one photo a day for 365 days--to basically document your life for a year. It's a healthy exercise in forcing yourself to do something interesting (trans: photo op worthy xD) every single day. Or at least be creative with the usual things around you.

Here's a sampling of what I have so far. As you can see I am not that good a photographer nor that interesting a person xDDD but I'm having fun with it. Hopefully I fulfill the commitment for an entire year (LOLLLLL).

You can check out my Flickr photo set here.

On other matters of net-whoring, I'm on PLURK! Add me plskthxbai. :D

Needs moar swagger.

Ow. My ass.

Um. Today was Day 1 of the hip-hop dance workshop being held by members of the Philippine All Stars. I'm tired beyond coherence, so bear with me.

Went with Nao (new office buddy). Studio's near the workplace.

Anyway, it turns out the ladies' hip-hop class that we enrolled ourselves in was ADVANCED

D:

...but by the time we found that out, we were already at least 15 minutes into the class. *facepalm*

So yeah, IT WAS HARD.

I mean... The teacher was awesome, she broke it down for us and she was all like, don't think too much about the steps, I just want you to dance, show me attitude, feel the music. She also wants us to have more swagger. LOL.

THE ROUTINE WAS REALLY HARD. D:

I barely kept up. haha. I don't really have a problem picking up steps but I do have trouble remembering them. xD But the most important thing is that it was soooo much fun. I'm coming back tomorrow, hopefully my ass stops hurting by then. I am DETARRRMINED to nail that routine (and have moar swaggerrr). BANZAAAIIII~ *>o<*

Pop-up pirate!

Last week I got a hold of a bunch of magazine scans of one of my obsessions du jour, Kis-My-Ft2. Since it was basically photos of hot guys (occasionally without shirts on), I had already expected my jaw to drop at one point or another anyway, but then something else totally bowled me over:


See that pirate toy thing they're playing with? I had that when I was a kid! 8D

Turns out it's called the Kurohige Kiki Ippatsu (I didn't know what it was called back then). My sister brought home one of those from one of her first few times going to Japan, 1989 or '90, I think. The game starts with the pirate inside the barrel, then you stick the little plastic knives into it. But one of the slots will be a random trigger that'll make the pirate pop up. And because I was a nervous little wuss as a child, it scared the hell out of me so I hated playing with it. XD

Oh, hey--if the cute little pirate doesn't do it for you, try the Hard Gay version:

Oh, admit it. You think it's cute, too. XD In an unsettling sort of way.