Oh My Jux!

Yesterday, my friend and high school batch mate, Chokie (Lalaine to you!), asked me if I've seen The New Web's (TNW) article about Jux, the new blogging platform I told you about in a previous entry. She says that my Jux page/site was featured! I was ecstatic upon learning about it but I simply couldn't check it out just yet! I was minutes away from defending my thesis, finally achieving 99% of my university requirements, and eventually that college diploma.

So today, I checked out the article from TNW, and voila!

I feel a bit guilty that I've neglected Jux for a long time. And this blog, too! I promise to post more frequently from now on, since I really have no excuse about being busy with thesis anymore. (OMG, I'm done with thesis. It hasn't sunk in 100% yet. Haha!)

On the side, last August 17, Lalaine recognized her favorite bloggers by giving out these awards:

Guess what? I got my first (second and third?) blog award! Haha! I don't think I'm worthy, though. My blog might be one of Chokie's favorites but to be awarded with these... I humble myself and thank Chokie with all my heart!

P.S.

I know I'm supposed to include some information and answer a few questions and all that but I'm afraid this entry is too long. Maybe in another entry! ;)

But She Said No, No, No

We all tried to make her go to rehab, but she said nothing else but: no, no, no.

I'm all excited, watching the Philippine (football team) Azkals vie for a spot for the next FIFA World Cup. As I always do, I tweet my every reaction and observation. And then I saw a number of tweets with "Amy Winehouse" and "RIP" in the same Twitter entry. So I look up if it's true because I just can't ignore how my heart is breaking, and it's true!

CLICK TO RISK HEARTBREAK ABOUT AMY'S DEATH.

(Not much details here, yet. It's just the first entry I saw about the death on Google.)

I can't deny that I never saw this coming. What with all the to-and-from-rehab headlines and forgetting-the-lyrics-to-her-own-songs-at-concerts episodes, we all knew she'd go early. I just didn't think she'd die at 27 years of age. I think she saw her death coming, though. Her recent forgot-the-words episodes during her Euro-tour concerts are evidence enough that she's been using and abusing way too much.

Oh, God. My heart can't stop crying. I was washing the dishes earlier and the last song that my iPod played was Valerie, come on. Oh, Amy. So young! Her death broke my heart but she will be forever in it, as soon as it's fixed.

Your music will live on forever, love!