Here I go again. I’ve done this before and I’m doing this again. Posting videos of my debut. I can’t help it. Those were great times.  Just click to watch.

They certainly could have done better…but what’s done is done. They all still rock, though. A bunch of thanks to the people in pink-and-blue/black-and-blue.

It’s hippy-hoppy dance time. See the hurriedly-practiced dance prepared for my debut. Once again, thanks to the hiphoppers in the video.

Living here in Manila, away from home has its consequences. Homesickness? That’s a given. Feeling lonely? Well, don’t we all. No. This particular effect would be classified as disturbingly weird. Watching fires has developed into one of my pastimes. What with the nice, open view of buildings in the Metro. The sirens of firetrucks have become a signal for me to go to the balcony and watch for smoke. Sometimes, you see it right away. Sometimes, you have to squint to see even just a trace of the blaze. Sometimes, it’s way out there, far from the building. Sometimes, it is IN the building. (Yep. There was once a fire here in the first tower.) Sometimes, the fire goes out right after I step into the balcony. Sometimes, it lasts the whole night. Like that one, big fire I spotted near Makati. It was about two in the morning when I spotted it.  Today, there was a fire right across the street. It was nothing big because I couldn’t actually see the flames. But there were a lot of firetrucks and the noise once again lured me to go fire-watching. Even without the fire. Just wailing sirens and blinking lights. So, this pastime of mine continues, creating for myself - a spectacle: sit back, relax and enjoy the show.