Hope you don't mind, but I invited the Diva to join the blog. Diversity is all. Saka para fresh news (or cautionary tale, whatever) for everyone di ba?

Also, I was going to send all of you ChuckP's Guts mp3 the other day when I discovered that Yahoo had this facelift and we can now like send a 10mb email, but attaching the file was just taking too darned long and I had to go to school and it was an eternity plus the eternity I had to spend in order to catch the train, well you get the drift. Instead I'll try to upload the darned thing somewhere so you can all just download it if you wish. Am feeling torn though. I got myself gmail, but now that yahoo's up and running (but still full of spam) I'm having second thoughts.

Oh btw, went to that Living Out Loud chuva at Greenbelt. Mlle Helga Lamermoor read something from a tribe somewhere and you can't miss her because she's wearing this bright fuschia robe and she's flailing her arms and she also read a Joi Barrios poem about Maria Makiling. Basta Gwen and I left during the open mic when some girl started blabbing on about flora and fauna and the water drops became bigger and I decided time's better spent elsewhere. But the highlight of my night was when Ka Pete read a poem about still being awake in the wee hours of the morning and putting his hand on the thigh of his wife and I suddenly got this bad bad image in my head I just have to stop blogging. *no.god.please.no.ugh*