Sunday, May 1, 2005
Erin has her lunch at the kindergarden, only on Thursday where she has to bring her own bento. Well, all the kids do, though.
So my wife is preparing for her on last Thursday, the first time bento. This military life for kids, somehow parents are the one who get worked up. You don't want the kids get hurt with the contents when compared to the others, and at the same time, you want them to really finish it. The teacher is not going to give them chocolate or strawberry when the kids are hungry.
As she is still lack of vocabulary, we try to ask her how was her bento time. Somehow, what we get was, full of puzzles.
When can she really start to tell us what is she doing in the school? That is a big question. At the moment, what parents can do, is just to increase her vocabulary.
Somewhere Over the Rainbow
Sunday, May 1, 2005
We went to Decks Tokyo Beach at Daiba the other day. Inside the building, there is this Daiba Little Hong Kong where the noodle at "Shinki" is one of our favourites. Somehow it was too salty and the kids didn't like it.
Later we took the kids to the beach, and let them played as they like. From the beach area, one can see the rainbow bridge. At night, the place seems to be a popular dating spot.
Every time whenever I hear any Cantonse songs—not so much of Mandarin songs though—, I have a very strong nostalgia all of a sudden. It made me wants to go to Hong Kong, not so much of Malaysia though.
Could it be the spell of The Wizard of Oz? (Lyrics, mp3)
Somewhere over the rainbow way up high,
There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.
Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.
Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me.
Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow.
Why then, oh why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I?
Blogroll and Blogrings
Monday, May 2, 2005
So, the blogroll and the "if statement" got fixed. This thing you really got to do lots of practice in order to know how to write proper codes.
Also, putting back the bolehblogs and Japanblogs. Haven't really checked if I am still on the list. Might have been deleted from the list after so long I have never put it up on the top page.
Am I trying to drive traffic over here? Nope. But, I am trying to find interesting bloggers especially from Malaysia. There are so many youngsters who just want to shout to get attention. After awhile, you will find them not around, and the site will be gone. Youth is so young.
Update: I think my ID on the Japanblogs has been taken off.
Prospective Candidates
Tuesday, May 3, 2005
There is this lady who apparently lives around the corner. My wife found out from her blog. But she is not sure of if the lady knows us either.
From her blog, we know she has two kids. And places she brings her kids around are mostly the places infested with us as well. So the name of places are basically familiar to us.
One of her recent post was she went to a playing ground with her kids. Then all of a sudden she saw a bunch of kids quartered waiting to go to the planetarium, a place good for kids' observation study. These were 4 to 6 year-old kids from Daiichi kindergarden, she knew that from their badges.
Noisy, noisy, and noisy.
She said to herself, no kidding, let's get out of the noisy place. But, the next second, she heard a whistle sound. And the next second after the whistle, all the kids were quiet. Not a sound. Marvelous. Primary school students cannot do better than this. (They all should be rewarded 10 stars out of ten!)
"Are you sure these aren't the candidates for future military????" She shouted out loud to herself.
Since last April, Erin started kindergarden. The name of the kindergarden is, Daiichi, literally means number-one, the first (private) kindergarden in the area, that's what I found out. We sent her there just because it is close to us though.
Together (He Ni Zai Yi Qi, 2002)
Wednesday, May 4, 2005
The movie Together (He Ni Zai Yi Qi originally in Chinese, and Beijing Violin in Japanese), many have written the reviews, but I find rotten tomatoes' reviews (mostly Western media) amusing. Most of them capture China as some yet-still-a-country-fulls-of-miracles and still under drastic revolutionary changes sort of perspective. My, what centuries are we in now? One wonders how China is been reported over the Western media.
I am sure the points the director wants to say is not about China, but rather about how the Chinese sees the value of family here. When I see the Chinese title on the screen (DVD), I have already guessed the ending. Still it's worth a see. Remember who raise you rather than who gave birth to you. That's a too old teaching. Is there anything about the revolutionary Chinese here? May be I don't follow. The city and the suburban? It reminds me of the British movie Billy Elliot (Little dancer in Japan) though.
If this the same theme were to made in Japan, I presume the boy will be decided to take up his career as a violinist—most probably—, and survive with the pain of departure with family in life, as if "shikata ga nai! (find no other ways but to do so, or what to do, that's life)".
And that's why also I think if the Japanese title were to be translated into something similar or close to "together," it most probably won't gather audience in cinema. Title does make a difference, huh?
Not directly related to the above. There is a movie titled The General's Daughter out in 1999. When you compared the army, it might have been some American military issue, which I don't really know. But, looking into the frustration of the hero (about how the way to apply for the approval of expenditure how much he could spend, the restriction, the relationships with the boss, within an organisation, how he has to try to go around with other ways), the issue is rather identical globally. Democracy seems so far away from the organisation—doing anything as one wished and speak out everything as one have in mind, etc.—from what I can see in the movie. Oh, I am sorry, was it supposed to be about the General's daughter?
Call me paranoid, if America is everything practically democratic country, what I see is an illusion called American dream, may be. Do you know why we can enjoy Alien much better than talking to monkeys in the zoo, it's because from monkey, we have gone through the evolutionary state. That's why we cannot get what monkeys have in minds, but we know how the Alien will react.
I seemed to have gone too far. Are you still together with me on this?
I doubt it.
In the Cut
Wednesday, May 4, 2005
Have I been writing too many reviews within a short period? Perhaps it's a little boom in me. I need some visualisation to excite my imagination.
So, that's the place, In the Cut. Apparently, Meg Ryan's new challenge didn't receive much attention in Japan. Rather, Nicole Kidman as Executive Producer has been put in the ad as big as Ryan's casting and the director's. Most of the reviews in Japanese say the same things, don't understand.
I don't really get that either. May be it's the feminism thing. It's not so much of not understanding what a female feels and thinks, rather, it's this "something" about feminism that I cannot catch it.
It's been a while I have doubts on feminism. It seems female really didn't have rooms for themselves in Western history. So the struggle by Western female to gain the status in the society is what I have no idea about. Got to look into in from other points of view.
My Never Ending Story
Thursday, May 5, 2005
I was reading my own archives. I thought these were well written. But I cannot write such pieces again. Was it because I have no ideas, or was it that I have not spent time in thinking about creative writing?
From there, I realised that I have a bad habit. When I mentioned something that I am going to do, even after I tried it out or experienced it, I don't update my readers after the "to be continue." That makes the story unfinished in my readers' mind, which is bad, because people still wonder what happen to the story when it has ended only in me. May be I should be more dedicative. Concentration needed. I should create my To-do list.
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Thursday, May 5, 2005
M has been mentioning about the above title before. And I didn't know that there was a movie. From here, I realised that I have watched a few movies on Daniel Day-Lewis, but never realised. A few titles are just a reminder.
Gangs of New York (2002)
In the Name of the Father (1993)
Age of Innocence (1993)
The Last of the Mohicans (1992)
My Left Foot (1989)
The Unbearable Lightness of Being (1988)
A Room with a View (1985)
My Beautiful Laundrette (1985)
My, there seems some sort of homework for me.
An Affair to Remember (1957)
Friday, May 6, 2005
How old am I? I am starting to enjoy movies like An Affair to Remember!
It's kind of funny, I have seen the movie on video before, it seemed. Somehow fell asleep or what, that I can't remember at all the scenes after the ship arrived in NY.
Seeing classics reminds one that the contemporary movie has gone too far. Too cheap and too shallow. But to see those classics, what one needs is, time. Plenty of time to really sit down and enjoy.
Was wondering, how old the setting of the couple in the movie? Early thirties? Or late thirties? The whole movie gave me an impression that, it's terribly erotic. That's how it should be. Nowadays Hollywood movies have undressed all the great elements that there is nothing to show anymore.
Something to remember, perhaps.
The Heart and the Shadow
Saturday, May 7, 2005
The last time I wrote about this post, about the difference perspective of language between writing in English and Japanese, M responded at here, A concrete silence. And I commented about my uncertainty in language preference. Not having a mother-tongue tantalises me. But she says she can understand my English.
. . . I think that you have a multilingual voice that is unique and expresses your world very well--at least what I read on your English-language blog does. The last couple of entries, the one dealing with the "illegal" and the one with the shadowy character in the restaurant were great!
What she meant on the last sentence was about the We Are So Close Yet So Far post. I have been thinking about the word "shadowy character."
When I was still in university, there was once I made a collection of memories for the group who went on "Man'yo Trip," a trip for Japanese literature art department to visit places historical mainly in Nara and Kyoto. As most of them were not comfortable with writing essays for the publication, so I changed the idea from "essays" form to "a letter attention to anyone can be."
Man'yoshu, Collections of Thousand leaves, is a compilation of poem, an old Japanese literature.
I wrote a letter to myself, looking at how "you" went through your life from coming to Japan, enrolled into a university, took up Japanese literature, how the classic Japanese sounded like another foreign language to you, how touched you encountered some novels that it belongs to your nonnative language and yet you would fall in love with them, etc. At the end, cheering "you" to gambare (keep it up), and I signatured as, from the heart.
As I was still uncertain about my Japanese, so I asked my language teacher to go through my mistake. She checked the grammar and at the end she asked, what's that mean by the heart? I explained my intention, then she said, it might be preferably changed to a shadow.
The voice of a real truth comes from the heart rather than a shadow to me. May it sound rather buddhistic, a body is just a slough. If a shadow speaks the truth rather than the heart/soul, both the body and the soul totally sound like a shell to me.
Perhaps there are some usages in a language with shadow that I am not aware of that it does bring the same effect or meaning as what I wanted to say about "the heart." Or is it just clichés in a language that need no attention? Shadow might be just an expression. But, still.
From the bible, when the judgement day comes, all the dead people will get out of coffin and wait to be judged. But, for my family, a death means the end of the world, and the soul will travel to another whole new world. The physical body will be no use. No judgement day for them. Without a body, there should be no shadow.
Have I done anything wrong, I will be punished by the conscience in me. Shadow can be irresponsible, may be just stand at the back of mine. Oh, I am sinking down like the titanic into the sea of language again.
But don't worry, with this kind of topic, my heart will go on, anytime, till the judgement day comes. Sure there will be one.
Acqua Pazza
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Italian. And there is a restaurant in Tokyo with a website named, http://www.acquapazza.co.jp/. Doesn't that sound interesting? Acqua means water? And pazza means steam? A funny name to me.
A few weeks ago, someone invited us to their house and that's when we had acqua pazza. It tasted good.
It's expensive to have Italian in Japan. We normally don't go to for Italian except a few pasta restaurants that we know they aren't that costly.
But. We have got a chef here at home. She can cook almost everything, with a reasonably price and an excellently great taste. She serves Malaysian curry, Chinese dimsum, Cantonese fried noodle, Hokkian herbal spareribs, and of course she is a Japanese,in case if you don't know.
Normally grunt is used for acqua pazza, I was told. But, there are some cheap but tasty alternatives. Sea bream. The original Italian uses dried tomato, but Japanese has lots of fresh tomatoes, so we used the latter. And what we get? A nice homemade Italian! She can run a fusion restaurant.
It tasted much better than it looked though.
A Punch!
Friday, May 13, 2005
Have you found me not blogging, it's either I am terribly busy at work, or I am enjoying my life with the kids.
Recently I am really busy at work, which I don't like it at all. I am not those type who think work hard is a virtue. Life should be like the French, enjoy.
I wanted to travel desperately recently. I want to see the world. And I need time and money.
Long-tailer?
Friday, May 13, 2005
Wow! That's very nice of you, Dave.
Luncheon Box
Saturday, May 14, 2005
There is this one mother—from the net again—who has been spending rather long hours making colourful lunch box for her 4-years-old girl everyday. She has been putting up those photos at here. Named herself setsuyaku-mama (economizer mummy? Wow!), she seems great in saving money. Somehow the husband is on the other side; a big contributor to the national economy, on car, on pc, anything the capitalism wants a big boy to own and spend, I guess. Well, every family has a sutra which outsider don't know how it should be chanted.
Anyway, she must be enjoying herself, I am sure. The time, the idea, the effort. That's how a mother should be, full-time housewife. And that's a profession, let's admit it.
On the other hand, one might wonder if her girl could stomach the colourful idea. Well, apparently her little girl does finish it most of the time. Japanese has a different kind of thinking that cute and food can sit besides each other. Furthermore, deliciousness does come out from the combination.
Another topic to look into, I guess.
Unbearably Heavy
Saturday, May 14, 2005
I just rented the video The Unbearable Lightness of Being the other day. My, it's really something, ur, unbearable. I thought it's more of a kind of metaphorical, but it actually has more solid historical background of the whole story. The incident that shows Italy in the, 60s or 70s, not sure, reminded me of Tennanmon incident.
Got to read the book to find out more.
People Who Know No Foreign Language
Saturday, May 14, 2005
People who know no foreign language do not really know their own.
-- Goethe
Breakfast Conversation of an American Family
Saturday, May 14, 2005
By coincident, I found this, which is something very interesting.
http://daddychip.blogspot.com/2005/04/breakfast-conversation.html
We had a bit of discussion about why English spelling is so messed up, and agreed that one way to figure out which language's spelling is most messed up is to find a native speaker of a language that is phonetic who has studied both French and English and see what they thought. CB thought that a Swahili speaker would be good -- her choir had learned a Swahili song and she'd been impressed with how straight-forward the spelling is in that language.
The conversation then shifted to alphabets versus characters, and how in China people who speak very different dialects of Chinese all read the same characters, and whether people who can read Japanese (my wife lived in Japan for a while) could get by in China (since lots of the characters are the same or related).
Somehow the conversation then switched to colonization, and whether being colonized could ever be a good thing. Arguments pro and con were aired, we tried to imagine whether we would ever feel good about the US being colonized, whether there would be any conceivable benefits from that. Probably not, we agreed. "But what if we were colonized by aliens with superior technologies?" my wife asked.
Continue here.
A Port to Moor
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Having a couple of days thinking whether I should or not have written down what I had in mind sounded rather silly, I decided to write it down, eventually. I did. Somehow, I didn't. I mean I didn't post it. Gone with the wind and went the emotion, added another doubt in me; where should that "feeling" go to? Should it be just keep aside like in the fridge? That sounds so cool, huh?
Not feeling great to write about a specific category of posts here doesn't mean I don't have a feeling. And yet I feel an urge to find a place to store it somewhere. So I moored it at a port that no one knows except me. Being myself, being one david, being a seagull. Be yourself! Should one day those feeling meant to go to the sea, let it be. Let it be.
Now, I can feel the sky is so so high, and the sea is so sea blue.
Thank you for listening. I feel like to have a slice of cake now. With a cup of tea will make it better. No sugar, please.
The Wizard of Oz
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
It's an astonishingly enjoyable movie. Worth the money to get the DVD.
One thing that surprised me was that, the kids didn't enjoy Harry Potter, rather they were yelling "kowai! (scary!)" while watching the witch in the Oz. I guess "The Oz" whips up imagination in kids. That's a discovery. Mind you, they are just 2— and 3-year-old little kids. What I mean is, they don't understand English yet.
Blogs with BGM
Thursday, May 19, 2005
I don't think it is a good idea to have any "BGM" on. It makes it slow, and it is irrelevant. And it doesn't make the reading more pleasant, rather the other way.
Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Someone recommended the above-titled book to me, in Japanese. I just finished reading. It was good. And rather fascinating. I have never read such books when I was a kid. Well, we don't read books at home, only do homework, and arithmetic. Yeah, what else to do the best other than count notes properly?
There seemed a movie already out there.
Update: Another chocolate factory is going to open in coming July.
Bento Time—On Its Second Gear
Thursday, May 19, 2005
It's Thursday. Kid's bento day.
So, guess what animals are they?
Kids enjoy their parents' first priority always, I should say. It has to be the way I guess. This morning, Erin enjoyed her rice ball very much. And the way she ate, she was like talking to them!
Stay tuned while this might most probably going to be a serial blog of Bento.
Closer
Friday, May 20, 2005
The movie Closer is going to be roadshowed in Japan this coming Saturday. After seeing Mona Lisa Smile (2003), I was rather doubtful of Julia Roberts's acting recently. Not about she cannot act, the indepth interpretation of relationships needs a little bit more skills. She is picking rather good scripts I would think so, but she is still, perhaps finding her new career after as a love comedy actress for many years. And she knows she can't go on with the gold card for long. Expiration will come soon, and changes is needed if she wants to continue her career as a real actress. She might be close or yet far.
A Sense of Belonging
Friday, May 20, 2005
I started to categorise topics, in a rather linean way of mine for instance, kids, movie, literature, culture etc. It's only about a few months ago, but I am not sure how this current post falls into it. Perhaps "identity." Just keep that in mind at the moment.
Ronni Bennett (A Sense of Place) recently posted an interesting post, Belonging, which is quite intriguing. I have a different view in regards to the "place" though I am not sure how to put it into words right now.
Will see where it belongs when the right time comes.
EEreporter on Literature
Friday, May 20, 2005
This new blog which I just found through Technorati, EEreporter, seems interesting.
. . . A Japanese lady writer was invited to New York. Actually about 50 foreign writers were invited to a literature festival held in New York. Among them there were three Japanese writers. All of them happened to be ladies. Many American literature students, professors, writers, and business people concerned were involved on the host side.
Except an economy-class air ticket, she admitted that she was provided with very luxurious things and services. Even a party hall was gorgeous. But she found that Americans seldom read foreign works of literature, even if they were translated into American English. She met people who do not know anything about or are not interested in her Japanese expressions inside her novels.
A cynical opinion might be like this: “Money seems to be only scales for measuring value in this field, too. Every serious writer writes their novels for money. In addition, American readers are not interested in foreign stories that in most cases lack an abundant sense of American entertainment. They are regarded as something poor guys abroad are writing and telling that has done little to, or has no use for, being rich in or enjoying rich of America. So, American readers don’t buy foreign novels; and thus American publishers don’t issue foreign novels whether translated or not.”
At the end of the post, it shows the source, and this one is stated as (Source of Information: The Yomiuri Shimbun newspaper).
In fact, I am interested in this writer's background.
The "Oompah-Loompah"
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Pete lent us the DVD of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (1971). The kids were asleep tonight, so my wife and I both watched it first and see what the kids are going to react tomorrow.
The movie is entertaining, but of course the book is better. I guess it is always the case, depends a lot on which comes first to you, the preoccupation.
Somehow, the melody of "Oompah-Loompah" has rooted in my mind. I hope I don't all of a sudden hum the melody loud in public.
The Basket Baby
Saturday, May 21, 2005
It seems Japanese used to have woven basket for infants before all the high-tech tools or toys been made. Here is one old fashion basket, for old time sake.
There comes a time where baby wants to stand up instead of sleep the whole day. That's why the necessity. But, it didn't last long.
The sisters are not going to leave the brother starring at them just like that. They are sisters and brothers. He's been invited to join the sisters though. The basket is not steady.
Shion looks so small and tiny still. Well, yes, he is only 3 months old.
Like Father Like Son?
Monday, May 23, 2005
We were at the Daiba again on Sunday. Dragon Boat Festive was there, that's why it was full of people. That wasn't the reason we were there though. We wanted to go to sea.
Laying down under the shade, had my beer, it was a lovely day.
Not the Fattening One, But the Pie When the America R&R Died
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
All of a sudden, I was playing all the CDs I have. This few weeks I have not been doing so. Perhaps something distracted me which I didn't realise, and today I thought I needed to orchestrate all the dissatisfaction in one go, and in full blast.
So long long time ago, Don McLean who has written "American Pie" and later Madonna sings it. I have the soundtrack of The Next Best Thing. Whatever the reason it was written, I don't know how strong someone who lived in the same generation felt about it when history rolled on at the "present tense," this song somehow makes me wanted to listen to it repeatedly whenever I play this CD.
Chorus
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey 'n' rye
Singin this will be the day that I die.
This will be the day that I die.
At first, I thought "drinking whiskey & rye" meant beers that made from rye. Rye is a place in New York. McLean was brought up in Rye or nearby, drinking whiskey in Rye.
Might not be related but my limited imagination reminds me that Jerome David Salinger who wrote The Catcher in the Rye was born in New York in 1919. I am not that interested in going to America, but if there is a chance, I want to go to New York, not for art or artistic interest, but seeing how the classic part of it, how the old New York was like, look for the familarity of all the literatures that I have encountered. It might not be there anymore, but I guess I know how to relate it to the characters that I know, or the place they took part in.
It will be like how I look at my childhood which I cannot grab solidly now but still stay vividly in my mind. And I want to see if I could orchestrate the memory at a different hall on a foreign land to find the regularity of a sense of time of mine.
Why Do the English Drive On the "Wrong" Side of the Road ?
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Why do the English drive on the "wrong" side of the road?
I Was Born to Buy You
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Queen + (Greatest Hits III) followed me back home as if it should have been so. This was the first time I bought Queen, or because of Freddie Mercury, whose birthdate was one day earlier than me. Virgo is a sign that I am going to be an artist, like this one and this one.
Well, a virgo star is also a good dreamer than a doer.
Update: I forgot two links, the two artists.
The Clone
Friday, May 27, 2005
The photos were taken on the second day after Shion was born. How time flies! But he is still 3 months old though.
Harvesting at Our Veranda Plantation
Friday, May 27, 2005
In Japanese, we call it mizuna, in English it is called potherb mustard. Hmmn. We used it for spaghetti sometime, and of course salad regularly.
As we eat rice almost daily, the water that used for washing rice is used at the plantation. Every week is harvesting season!
Dine Ones Harvest
Friday, May 27, 2005
We had mizuna for dinner.
On top of it, we had boiled beef: do it like shabu-shabu, dip the thinly sliced beef into hot water and rinse it with cold water. Chop a little green onions and sprinkle on top of it. Lastly dress it up with ponzu sauce, a soy sauce base dressing. Give it some orange or red colours with paprika, and it's really healthy. Yeah, from the veranda plantation.
Indian Nostalgia For the Raj
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Indian nostalgia for the Raj; what's going on?
[. . .] I have talked to many young Indians about Indian underdevelopment. When asked to explain why India remains poor, most give a list of reasons (in no particular order): overpopulation, lack of land reform, the “Muslims,” brahmin hegemony over knowledge, Hinduism, the Congress Party, the climate, corruption, American hegemony in the modern world, caste, etc.
Yet I have met very few young Indians who mention the legacy of the British. (This is in contrast to older Indians, who are more likely to point out British imperialism.) In fact, I have met quite a few young Indians who feel grateful to the British and look back at the days of the Raj with nostalgia (despite having been born decades after the British departure)! These people state that “there was order under the British,” “they gave us the English language,” and “they gave us the railways.” They do not mention the dismantling of Indian industries, the exacerbation of caste and religious tensions, the famines under British rule, or the fact that hundreds of thousands of Indians died in Britain’s wars.
About Categories and Hobbyhorses
Sunday, May 29, 2005
This is something that I unintentionally have in my mind, and someone has put it into words for me.
[. . .] I know I'm basically performing my own identity here, through various hobbyhorses (writing, mothering, teaching, etc ... N.b. I did not call them "categories," seeing no reason to dignify them.) [27 May: Hitting Your Notes]
Why are Some Countries Rich and Others Poor?
Sunday, May 29, 2005
The Question of Our Time (Finance: History and Policy)
Spam Comments
Monday, May 30, 2005
The spam mails are getting very irritating in my comment software blogkomm. Tried stopped the automatically convert urls as links, but I don't think it is going to stop it.
Tried to install blogkomm to the latest version. Still, it isn't working. I still wonder why am I spending so much time for such thing.
Picnic
Monday, May 30, 2005
Since the weather is getting warmer from now on, so we decided if any weekend is a fine day, we will get out of the house and go picnic at any park nearby. Always the case, we didn't seem to have the mood to take any photos of the food itself. Well, I guess it's on such a regular basis that we make the same food on different occasion, that's why.
We had it last Sunday, with my univ. mate's and his wife. They are going back to Nagoya next month. We knew each other in our first year. Now I am married with 3 kids, and he also got married. Time flies, really, flies beneath the park and it heading to a direction where we are not sure of where it is heading to.
No Comments
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Am turning off the comment feature for awhile. You should know where to reach me though.