Ang Friendster, bow.

As with having your hair relaxed, your eyebrows groomed and probably getting botox injections, once you start, the only route is to continue it. Am trying so hard not to, since I've grown to appreciate my hair when it's not going Afro and my brows asserting their Colanta origins.

And now, Friendster. Which I swore off for the longest time (and my friends can attest to this). But lo and behold, because of catukayo's persistence, here I am. With 13 friends. Quite a pithy list, compared to the voluminous lists of, for example, durga and catukayo (mga ma-p.r. talaga!)

Am just having fun with looking at people's pictures (and non-pictures).

My back still aches.

Better not have any headaches this week.

Artist of the week: Beth Orton, whose voice is as cool as Siberia with the right degree of hipness and detachment. Her new song is playing at Jam 88.3 and it's classic Beth Orton. For those who are not familiar with her, think back to Vanilla Sky and the scene in which Tom Cruise finds himself in the middle of Times Square alone.

Person of the week: Marshall McLuhan, best known for "The Gutenberg Galaxy." Though his books were published around 40 years ago, they prove to be still relevant to the question of how media is constantly changing our social and cultural landscape (the way we think and operate as humans). So tempting to intersect his ideas with (if possible) Roland Barthes, especially with his essays on photography and cinema.

This will appear as my yahoo signature from now on:

“It is all too meaningless, we might as well be extraordinary.” Francis Bacon