i heart her. him. it.

"god bless the child"

i can understand why british-filipina mishka adams has gotten rave reviews from jazz enthusiasts and music lovers in general. this bohemianesque 21-year old brings hope for a jazz genre niche in the unnecessary revival-filled filipino music industry. with her refreshing voice, she's shown that nothing beats novelty. i especially like the tunes and her original verses about the exotic marrakech.

"what do you care what other people say?"

exactly. nobel laureate richard feynman explains it best, however, in his same titled book of essays. he lived up to this mantra after a constant budge from his first wife arlene. their tragic love story held me captive. oh to love and say "you'll be the death of me."

"the spanish apartment"

this cd i borrowed previously went unnoticed because self-proclaimed matured person that i am, sometimes, i can't help but still feel juvenile and judge a "vcd" by its cover. it was an old, torn, unatractive copy sm north videocity owns. left with no other choice, i grabbed this old, torn, unatractive copy.
surprisingly, i loved the movie. it reminds me much of my college dorm life and present workplace - a melting pot where cultural boundaries are constantly crossed; religious sensivities being tested, then understood, and political awareness and correctness are sparked.

photo credits:
www.candidrecords.com
www.nobelrpize.prize
http://images.amazon.com

hibernate and find your niche

a lot of things became history since i last posted an entry. many weeks have passed and this blog remained stagnant. in my rage against- and frustration with the country's recent turn of events, i found myself stumped. i was unable to find anything bloggable about my circumvented world.

in my hibernation, i chanced upon rice bowl journals, an online community of asian bloggers; a virtual subculture which proffers a sense of belongingness. i've heard of this site a long time ago but for fear of getting rejected, i never dared applying as a member. then, i changed my mind. it's not as elitist as i thought it would be, is it?

rice bowl journals has ushered in a new home for me. randomguru, thank you for officially making me part of your brilliant brainchild.