For my birthday, I took the kids to Timezone. My Gold Card Holder status allowed me one whole hour of free games (for select games). The free games weren’t the ones the kids usually played, but the kids had fun. We even discovered some games the kids actually really like and do intend to play next time we go to Timezone. We also discovered how little motion sick Connor loves carousels.
Here are some photos.
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- Mood: Very, very grateful
- Music: Bush - Glycerine
Happy is Nuni.
Hooray!
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- Music: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart - Eine Kleine Nachtmusik, First Movement
My brother got married last week, February 4. He also turned 27 that day.
The wedding was held at the Terrazas de Punta Fuego resort in Nasugbu, Batangas. It was a nice, intimate, family-only affair by the sea. Made me wonder where my wedding would be. My sister had hers in a garden-like environment. My brother had his in a beach. I suddenly imagine mine being in the mountains. That way, the wedding would have to be family-only event, as I or anyone else would not want to deal with the logistical nightmare of having my entourage trek all the way to my wedding, hanging on to shrubbery for dear life.
I’ll go on and imagine my epic wedding now. But first I will post some wedding photos.
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- Music: Third Eye Blind - Deep Inside of You
Not sure who designed this. This was e-mailed to me, and it’s absolutely brilliant.
I was invited to judge a band competition in my high school.
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When I was a student there, it was an all-girl Catholic high school. You’d think the bands would be more decent now that they’ve got guys playing in them. But instead of feeling disappointed, I was rather amused at how they horrendous they sounded, and how they concentrated more on their antics than their sound. Also amusing was how some things didn’t change, particularly in how kids write songs for a songwriting contest. The younger bands still take things too literally, making something almost jingle-like in nature. The older bands are either subtle or totally off the mark. What else didn’t change? Lead guitarists still can’t shred worth squat.
These kids actually remember me as the drummer of the senior band seven years ago. They still remember me as the quiet leader of the band who tuned everyone’s instruments and sang back up vocals behind a drum set. Loners were usually laughed at, but for a loner, people found me quite cool if only because I was in a band. It admittedly got to my head for a while. I constantly criticized how bands played (my own band included), just because I knew how to play virtually every instrument the regular small town folk knew of. That didn’t take too long, though. I eventually got tired of my kibitzing and just enjoyed the music. And I screamed like a rabid fangirl whenever necessary. But I knew fully well from experience how assholes musicians can be, so I decided to never date a musician. At least not the kind who took it as seriously as I did.
Judging for a high school band competition was especially amusing, as I haven’t criticized high school bands in a long time. They sounded worse than any high school band I’ve ever heard (so much that I wanted to get on stage and tune their guitars), but I found myself enjoying their performances. The highest score I gave was a measly 55%, but it was fun.
Nope, I still wouldn’t date a musician. I’m happily taken, and even if I weren’t, music is too precious to me for me to risk being all cynical about it again. But hey, I’d still stalk Trent Reznor, Stephen Jenkins, and the Kaulitz twins.
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- Music: Tokio Hotel - An Deiner Seite
My sister recently purchased a Lomo camera. Not sure what model it is, but it takes really pretty pictures. The overall mood of Lomo photos reminds me of my childhood and how the combination of sunlight and my hometown’s overall creepiness made everything look like a dream. But you can count on my weird vision to see things that way.
Here are some of the first shots. All taken by my sister.
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Mom and Red in our parents’ living room. Of course, you don’t really need to use a Lomo to make Red look dreamy. The boy is already gorgeous as he is, but anyways, I love this shot.
Moi. I so love how this turned out.
My sister and I are planning to use this as a cover for a mix CD (because we’re too broke for an iPod). We’re gonna call it The Virgin Homicides.
There definitely will be Lomo photographs of my brother’s beach wedding (which is two days from now. Also worth noting that two days from now as well is his birthday. Woot!). He’s FINALLY marrying his girlfriend of seven years. We’ll be documenting the wedding with my sister’s Lomo camera and my trusty Lumix.
In other news, I suck at singing in German, but damn, it’s so much fun.
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