happy holidays to all, before i forget.
it’s a strange space, in between moments of familar strangeness when the old is peppered with the new. or perhaps, the new disguised as the old. it’s just the other side of the same coin.
the curious cat that’s gnawing for new adventures is rumblin’ and tumblin’ in my tummy. i blew a fat wad of cash at quiapo the other day for equipment. my partner-in-crime is waiting. i wonder what it would feel like driving a bike with a sidecar. wearing big watermelon helmets.
can’t wait for ’06. :)