slowly waking up from a 5-week half dreaming and half waking in japan, i crawl back into my reality. back into hot manila sun, the coming of the rainy season i listen to AM radio, a wife complaining about her husband who "married" another woman, asking if she has rights to property. i feel very sublime that i intend to vent out on the cliche situation of coconut-dreaming, banana-varied and tropical madness Manila. where is Pia Moran in Shibuya? backstreets of the city still linger in my head as i spent a nice day with a new-found chatting and drinking buddy. i am loosing my sense of taste. am i an alcoholic? phlegm sits on top of my esophagus, im dying for a stick of cigarette, maybe i should quit smoking. back to where i lost my train of thought, this is my attempt to come up with an honest-to-goodness site of reviews of what's up and happening. come on i am sick and tired of complaining. i am becoming bored with the sarcastic tones while drunk in alcohol that come blabbing out of me. so here i attempt to write, maybe i improve my interpersonal human skills or totally loose them as what happens in this situation of wifi mediated communication, living and existence. we hope for someone to hear out there.

soon.. thoughts on chasing the whale to come when i've finally sobered up and unpacked all my baggage...