angst aside,

it's a done deal. my sister's getting married. the other one just became single. pamamanhikan and break-up all in one (sun)day.

the day before that, my sisters and i got fitted with the couturier for the wedding, then proceeded to shop. karl and i had an early dinner at jollibee and dessert at likha-diwa, then met merv at glorietta. we watched pedicab and drip at saguijo, where the i love you boutique had a girl who didn't know vivienne westwood. La Vie Poseur. ugh. oh, but the bands were great. raymund marasigan's a genius, a real all-around dave grohl/perry farrell kinda guy. beng's really sexy, even her voice. karen carpenter cum thurston moore. too bad she was only singing with machines though. they need real instruments, methinks. drums most especially. hostile crowd and restaurant crew (and it brought out my uber violent tendencies - visions of poseurs and waiters being kicked in the nuts, pumped feet stomped on and drinks spilling and glasses breaking, all by my doing), so we headed over to big sky mind, where hank greeted us with much enthusiasm and an atmosphere of weed. yeah. peace, love, happiness.

the day before that, i dressed up to meet karl's friends in a skirt, in UP. i brought a lot of stuff, which to my dismay, i had to lug around the metro in an impromptu radio tour. karl gladly met me at a nearby mall, where the supposed friend would be, but it was all a fluke. we still ended up in UP for the night.

valentine's went up in flames in three cities, as everyone would know. and my long dusty commute touring more stations and uneventful evening with the grammy's was very fortunate compared to people who witnessed or experienced the blast (e.g. an old poetry class friend who had to cover the news, and an SM clerk who almost rode the bus that exploded).

anyway, i watched constantine last night. very bad movie. very bad plot. very bad acting by keanu reeves. impressive start, horrible progression. many incomprehensible bits. garbled speech. with no voice-overs throughout, they suddenly ended it with a voice-over. what a waste of beautiful images. tsk, tsk.

oops. that was still angst.