This is the first page out of the comicbook project I've set up with my friends. It's tentatively called Project: Noah.
Dar and I are doing the story while I write the scripts -I'm stuck between pages five and six.

I'm also the colorist, but as you can see from this page, I SUCKED big time...that's because it's been more than a year since I last handled Adobe Photoshop.

Hope the project goes well.

Now, a pin for NEWSIECAT...unfortunately I won't be able to change the colors or tweak anything if she didn't like it because the home PC is still out of commission and I'm only using my brother's work laptop he took home for the holidays. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.

These are the new pins I designed. Just got them made when my sister and I were dragged by her five kids to the mall, three of who asked me -nicely, mid you- to design them pins. The first three were for my neices and the last one is MINE.

Condensation
Ramil Digal Gulle

it’s no longer clear but I can
remember some poem
some poem and who-
ever it was, saw
saw me writing, wet and naked,
wet and naked in bed

asked why rock and roll
around there sloshing,
sloshing like some insane
person without clothes,
writing some poem on
soggy paper with blue
ink streaks on your sun-
burned skin?

and it’s no longer clear but
some notion rose up
rose up like a wave, like
the way laughter rushes
through your chest and throat,
like a sudden tall, twanging
hard-on,

some notion moved my
mouth so I said,
i’m a raindrop, a giant,
luscious raindrop
and let’s make love
and find out what’s it
like to fuck a great big
raindrop

and some poem stuck its bulbous
head up and out and erect,
blinked its one
eye like a mini-cyclops
staring at a micro-miniskirt
on the floor
and afterwards I burst
like I splattered myself
into a thousand eyes,
blinking surprise
on the floor or something
and some poem it’s no
longer clear it’s
no longer clear how
or who it was I made love
like a horny rain-
drop to

maybe it was some
one, maybe it was clear but
now it isn’t; maybe it was
some poem that made love
alive, made love alive to some
one; maybe it was even you.

Hours before Noche Buena I decided to do a movie marathon. I didn’t really have a theme for the film selection; it just so happen that they were all decked in the forgotten section of our CD rack. So I’ve listed them and some things that I have noticed in the films.


The Matrix: Revolutions
- In that scene at the train station, Neo had small talk with the child program Satti. He then had an interesting talk with Satti’s father Ramakandra and mother Kamala. It was SO obvious that Keanu Reeves cannot have a simple conversation without striking a pa-cute look. It’s annoying. Even more embarrassing on his part is that the actors who played the Indian program family were better actors than him.
- Carrie Anne Moss looks ancient here, as if it was ten years when she made the last Matrix. She seems to think that to act tough means to look and act wooden. This is clear because you can easily compare her acting inside the Matrix from her acting while in Zion. You can even see her temples and cheekbones restrain a growing urge to show off her acting. And in the scene at the bar with the Marvingian, even her lower jaw joins in. Trinity may be the leading lady in this film, but you gotta admit that Neo looks prettier than she does. Not pretty as in pretty boy, pretty as in feminine pretty.
- My favorite Matrix characters would have to be Seraph simply because he kicks ass and he looks more exciting in doing so than the main characters. Even if his eyes are covered by those infernal glasses, you still see and feel the intensity and the rage that feeds his every kick and punch. Neo looks stiff every time he attempts a front or roundhouse kick and in severe pain while he’s at it. Trinity seems to always try to show her best angle possible when executing a move and it’s so obvious that she’s avoiding the camera. And thank goodness I don’t have to see Morpheus in action, because I always feel so sorry for his bulge (yes, it looks like he fattened up just in time for this film).

SERAPH ROCKS!

The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King
- Sam sure looks like he’s in love with Frodo. And vice versa. In The Two Towers, this was just a joke because of the way they looked at each other, made even worse by a very romantic looking sunset behind them. This movie confirms our suspicion. Ah-ha!
- The archer and Aragorn’s brother, Faragorn is played by the same actor who plays Van Helsing’s trashy, monk sidekick.
- Andy Serkis (Gollum/Smeagol) will probably haunt my dreams for years to come. He is creepy in both personas. "My precious."


Edward Scissorhands
- Tim Burton must have had a very disturbed childhood.
- My sister might kill me for saying this, but Johnny Depp looks like Robert Smith. Winona Ryder looks like a male vocalist of an 80s hair band. And the neighborhood looks like Teletubby Land with major renovations; the houses are too damn colorful, which could be an attempt to make Edward looked very out of place.


The Sixth Sense
- Bruce Willis is a balding child psychologist. Donny Wahlberg plays a small role as the patient he failed to help. He’s only onscreen for about three minutes (although his character is a very substantial to the plot) that you won’t even recognize him. I was shocked to find his name in the closing credits. Here, Haley Joel Osment is in the middle of his transition from being the adorable kid in Forrest Gump to the creepiest child robot in AI.
- M. Night Shyamalan seems to direct films where he can also appear in, the same way Stan Lee produces Marvel movies to do cameos in. In Unbreakable, he seen choosing wedding rings for his fiancée at the jewelry/antique shop. In The Village, he is the head of the park rangers. Here he is Cole’s (Osment) pediatrician. His roles seem to get bigger and bigger…uh-oh…maybe he’s starring in his next film.


The Royal Tenenbaums
- All-star cast. Royal Tenenbaum (Gene Hackman) is an asshole who desperately wants to bring his family together after his unofficial divorce from his wife Etheline (Anjelica Houston) – who is having an affair with Danny Glover's character- by pretending to be terminally ill. Their son Richie (Luke Wilson), who was always Royal’s favorite child, is easily suckered in and accepts their father back. However, their other children Margot (Gwyneth Paltrow) and Chas (Ben Stiller) aren't easily convinced. So the scattered Tenenbaums decide to once again live in the same roof. Good luck.
- Margot always knew she was adopted so she looked for her parents and came back with a missing index finger. So in its place she puts in a slender piece of dark wood, which seems to give the impression of giving you The FINGER.

I've been looking through my email archives and saw this one sent by Michael Sutton, the Publicity/A&R Manager of Know-It-All Records, an indie label based in Tacoma, Washington.


This page is very cool:http://www.pbase.com/image/21659981

Luis, is Bill Sienkiewicz one of your influences? Thepanel arrangement and style here reminds me of Bill Sienkiewicz, especially his work on "Elektra" and "Stray Toasters." You're good, man! You want to collaborate on a comic-book story? Mondo knows my writing style. I see traces of Sienkiewicz, Case, and McKean in your art! Awesome!!! I was a staff writer for the legendary "Amazing Heroes" magazine in the late '80s-early '90s. They were the true voice of comicdom before "Wizard" sadly put them out of business.


...he then sent a follow-up email containing...


And maybe a little bit of Howard Chaykin, too :)
Mikey


...and another email came....


Luis, that's awesome! Can you draw comic-book pages - you know, panel narrative? Perhaps we can collaborate on a project? I've been looking for an illustrator to draw my scripts. You draw really well, very surrealistic! I'm reminded of Richard Case during Grant Morrison's run on "Doom Patrol" and a little bit of Dave McKean, too!
Mikey

Reserved, quiet, wise and free spirited

You are a sprite of the Earth:

You have a deep connection with the earth and all its creatures, preferring plants and animals to people you are quiet and reserved. You understand things on a different level and can often see straight through to a persons true intentions. You are mysterious to everyone even those in your family, they may live with you but that doesn't mean they 'know' the real you. Being inside the house for long periods of time can be torture, you crave the outdoors and love simply escaping up a tree or into the forest where you can be free. Although you may be smart you are easy to judge a person because you fear what they 'may' be going to do. You are wise in things that most overlook and you are very creative in many aspects like art, music, etc... Although try as they may to seek you, you are a free spirit. Just let them try to catch and put you in a cage.

Last night was another sleep-deprived evening. Sated only by a slab of the ref cake I personally concocted that afternoon, a glass of lychee-flavored iced tea and a (legal) copy of The Matrix: Revolutions, I went into my journey into the bizarre, yet familiar world of being groggy.

And for the nth time after watching a Matrix installment, I got both enlightened but disappointed...geez I've been watching these movies for the last few months and I still get the same tipsy feeling aftwerwards you'd think I was the lead from Memento.

No. 36

Twisted Halo

They say I’m not supposed to feel

I feel there’s really nothing real

Is it bad?

In every bed it’s all I said

“It stains the sheets but pays the rent"

Is it bad?

Touch me…touch me, please…

Touch me…touch me, please…

They say I’m not supposed to care

The scars and broken bones are there

It’s been done

Some of them are cavalier

They kiss my hands and lips of steel

but its been done

Touch me…touch me, please…

Touch me…touch me, please…

Touch me…touch me …

I am my own protection

I am my own salvation

Fom the things that are part of what I’ve become…

This isn’t something I would cry about

A little secret whispered all too loud…
That’s not my conscience speaking

That’s not my heart that’s bleeding

That’s not my body

my broken body…my broken body screaming…

Touch me…touch me, please…

Touch me…touch me, please…

Touch me…touch me…touch me…touch me…

Touch me…touch me, please…

A former officemate and friend, Elle, called me up at home a couple of days ago wanting to meet up for breakfast. Weird really, since he called me up around 11:00 am...waaaaay past breakfast hour.

Anyway, she now works for another company- another call center. Crap. So it does seem that people who have resigned from being call center agents may have difficulty leaving the field.

DAMN.

Anyway, she also informed me that my artwork, "The Anatomy of a Call Center Agent" has reached her office email group.

So apparently my work has been elevated to office spam.

Amusing.

A few days ago I found an OLD copy of Rock&Rhythm (1991). The editorial, titled Kamalayan, was pretty amusing. Instead of discussing about the magazine, it listed a few movies the staff had thought of making. Here are a few:

Leprechaun - Unusual plot about a dwende promoting condoms

Forever Hiyang - Lea Salonga stars in this international film with Mel Gibson

Sherry and George - an Ariel Rivera and Richard Gomez film. A who's who behind the closet. Me fellatio pa!

Gwapings - life and success story of The Youth. Starring Ringgo Marquez as DODONG, Dale Villar as ERAP and Romnick Sarmienta as Robert in a trilogy of drama, comedy and horror.

Once Upon a Time in Ongpin - Kris takes centerstage once again as the screaming victim. Kidnapped. Massacred. Mutilated. And sold as bopiz sa isang turo-turo.

A Kind of Burning
Ophelia Alcantara-Dimalanta

it is perhaps because
one way or the other
we keep this distance
closeness will tug as apart
in many directions
in absolute din
how we love the same
trivial pursuits and
insignificant gewgaws
spoken or inert
claw at the same straws
pore over the same jigsaws
trying to make heads or tails
you take the edges
i take the center
keeping fancy guard
loving beyond what is there
you sling at the stars
i bedeck the weeds
straining in song or
profanities towards some
fabled meeting apart
from what dreams read
and suns dismantle
we have been all the hapless
lovers in this wayward world
in almost all kinds of ways
except we never really meet
but for this kind of burning.

- Last week I found an old copy of The Flame. I flipped through the pages only to find, at the last page, my first published comics page. It was titled Omega.

I couldn't stop cringing as I looked at it. I didn't know much about the craft. I did it using Pagemaker, but the lay-out sucked! I was a terribly storyteller.

So now I've decided to rehash the darn story into what I tentatively call V2.0. I'm planning to make it a 10-page storyline to give the character, Vega, an actual background.



- Since the Noah project I was working on with NeoParadiso has been pushed back, I am now working on a project I tentatively call American Accent. It's about Simon, a 19-year old Call Center trainee plagued by speech defects.



- As you can see, I now acknowledge the fact that I can no longer write decent verses, so these scripts are merely exercises to get me into writing again.

I had the most unfortunate accident of staring at Krystala for five minutes...well, it was both annoying and enlightening. ANNOYING because that very same night, between sleep and awake, I saw an image of her in that blasted costume and now...and now it's embedded into my consciousness. I even see it whenever I close my eyes. I hope this affliction is temporary.

However, on the other hand, it made me think of my superhero era, where every conversation I make involves a DC or Marvel character (my friends also refer to it as my X-Men stage). And now I am rethinking my script-writing style. Though I have preferred to make realistic stories (that never even reached pencilling stage), the storytelling method -from my point of view- is still decidedly superhero-ish.

It's not really a new thing, but at least I'm becoming more conscious regarding my writing, which I now take a little more seriously. Back then, I just write stories out of the blue, without designing the characters first or plotting the outline or even planning the general direction I want the readers to take. Before I knew it, I was inking pages without knowing what'll happen in the next page.

LABO.


--And maybe, once I've mastered writing, I'll try writing screenplays.

HELP

TANING

Imago

sa'n mapupulot ang pag asa

may katuwiran ba ang sana

ngiti ko ang iyong galak

langit ko ang iyong kandungan

permiso sa isang araw na

makasama ka

abiso ng pusong bulag

na humahanga

tama bang aminin na nating may taning itong pag ibig natin

dakila man walang kasaysayang kakapit sa bulag na pag ibig

san hihingi ng patawad

kung walang dahil

antangis ko ang yong luha

nais ko ang iyong kalayaan

permiso sa isang araw na

makasama ka

abiso ng pusong bulag

na humahanga

tama bang aminin na nating may taning itong pag ibig natin
dakila man walang kasaysayang kakapit sa bulag na pag ibig

today is GAY DAY?

This afternoon I went to my sister's office over at the Philippine Stock Exchange to claim the resume I had asked her to type for me (I've been job-hunting for a graphic artist position - tell me if you know of any, by the way). Of course no trip to the Ortigas area would be complete without walking in front of the Raffles Bldg -where I spent a good amount of my time when I was still working for that call center- and then flunging myself to Megamall to kill some time.

And as always I found myself strolling through the galleries on the 3rd flr. I've been doing this since I discovered there actually was a slew of art exhibits there. I then went to the car park (i heb no kar!) to reminisce, it has been the tambayan hump of both L and me. I then went to the toilet (malamang para umihi); the moment I swung by the door I knew there was something wrong, THE MEN DOING THEIR THING BY THE URINALS WERE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER'S DICKS...WHATTDAFU--???!!!

EVACUATE. I forgot how I needed to urinate badly and evacuated over to the basement, where I spent a good 20mins staring at both COMIC QUEST and FILBAR's.

Ahh...sanctuary!
-of course naglaway na naman ako sa mga comics that I could never afford in this lifetime, but at least no gays.

memo to myself:
never go to the BLUE ORB on a Thursday night. What's the Blue Orb, you ask? It's the computer shop I am in right now!!!
Why? Well, there seems to be an unwritten law that every homosexual in Mandaluyong must congregate here.
Just my luck, these are not silent types - these are FU--ing SCREAMING FAGS!
Just beside me, a huge, macho fag is viewing a caucasian guy through a webcam chat.
On my other side there's a cross-dresser. If there's one thing I hate, it's a cross-dressing fag telling his/her tales of woe to smaller fags surrounding him, as if he's some kind of celebrity.
I have got to be the only heterosexual in this room!

But before you -whoever you are- accuse me of being a homo-phobe, let me just shed some light for you: I am not. I have nothing against gays.
It's just that doing the George Michael at the mall is WAAAAY beyond me. And I hope you don't persecute me for being so uneasy in being probably the only heterosexual in this floor of the internet shop surrounded by screaming fags.

Their presence is the least of my concerns, it's just so annoying to hear one of them shrieking about his Papa and/or any obscenities worse than of my sexually-deprived friends could ever think of.

Imagine what a whole pack of them would do to your sanity.

I haven't been posting for the longest time.

personal newsflash:

I have just resigned from work.

I had my sister print my resignation letter printed out and passed it to my team leader.
As of now I am officially a bum, nagpapataba, as they say.

And now I have separation anxiety banging my guts. I mean, the pay may not be as high as some call centers offer, but geography has always been my primary concern, and is the easiest and most accessible one I could find. I did spend a year mulling around its corridors, in all its buildings, I met some of the best people I could hopefully meet in this lifetime and spend many sleepless nights either accepting or making calls. I am allowed to miss it, am I?

So I'm no longer a graphic artist trapped in the body of a call center agent (eh, BELS), I'm now the ex-call center agent trapped in the body of a bum pretending to be a graphic artist; because until now my PC is still horribly busted, so I can't really have any of my recent line artworks scanned and posted here. So until I get that damn thing repaired I guess I won't be posting any artworks or pictures here. And that is also why I am here in Cainta, renting a pc in a Computer Shop and checking overloaded email accounts and re-acquainting myself with technology.

Oh, well. I still am an insomniac.
And by the way, I've recently developed a liking to green tea. I used to think of it as a glass full of colored, tasteless liquid. Dunno why, though.

Elle by the sidewalk

This was inspired by the sight of Elle after lunch, sitting outside MiniStop in Ortigas...I twisted the image and i dunno what else I did...

Last Sat, I dragged Kenneth, Tua and Dar's asses to Freedom Bar to attend this month's first Admit One. We got to the venue about four minutes before the first band started.

The first two bands were no-namers and I wish I didn't get to see them. I was little down that night because I didn't get any sleep at all (I went to Kenneth's house directly after my shift) and I was a little jumpy and the first band's band playing didn't help at all. Unfortunately, the second act was sorta the in the same field.

Stone Free... I was never a fan. And the only Stone Free song I ever liked was Listen, that theme from Single and their entry to the RX Band Breakout.

Radioactive Sago Project... This band really rocked the house. They started their set with an instrumental, followed by Hello Hello, Astro and Para Sa Ikauunlad ng Bayan, Bisikleta ang Kailangan.

Twisted Halo...was always a great set to watch. But because of an out-of-town Cambio gig, Buddy wasn't there so Richie Ramos took over the bass.

Sugar Free...did a splendid set made up of Mariposa and Burnout and three new songs - Sinta, Tulog Na and Prom.

Chongkees...Was an a huge pleasant surprise. I've never heard of this band and I knew nothing about their sound, so imagine my surprise when they started their set with a cover of a Long Beach Dub All-star song. And they kept on doing hilarious tagalog reggae original music, after that.


Too bad, Elad wasn't able to come. And too bad Wacko -who discovered Admit One with me- is in Cebu.

Ehehehey!

hey greyweed,

you like Drunk? we might include that in our 3rd album, a new re-arranged version. we realized there are quite a few people who like it very much and maybe we can produce a better version. i didnt quite like that version, it gets a little boring in the end. and regarding ring back tune for globe, we'll try to work that out. we have a pending thing with them for Vacuum My Inside and there is no end result yet. anyway, we'd love to have you here in cebu..

stay cool.
catt

Minsan

Eraserheads

 

minsan sa may kalayaan tayo'y nagkatagpuan

may mga sariling gimik at kaya-kanyang hangad sa buhay

sa ilalim ng iisang bubongmga sekretong ibinubulong

kahit na anong mangyari

kahit na saan ka man patungo

 

ngunit ngayon kay bilis maglaho ng kahapon

sana'y huwag kalimutan ang ating mga pinagsamahan

at kung sakaling gipitin ay laging iisipin

na minsan tayo ay naging

tunay na magkaibigan

 

minsan ay parang wala nang bukas sa buhay natin

inuman sa magdamag na para bang tayo'y mauubusan

sa ilalim ng bilog na buwan

mga tiyan nati'y walang laman

ngunit kahit na walang pera

ang bawat gabi'y anong saya

 

ngunit ngayon kay bilis maglaho ng kahapon
sana'y huwag kalimutan ang ating mga pinagsamahan
at kung sakaling gipitin ay laging iisipin
na minsan tayo ay naging
tunay na magkaibigan

 

minsan ay hindi ko na alam ang nangyayari

kahit na anong gawin

lahat ng bagay ay merong hangganan

dahil ngayon tayo ay nilimot ng kahapon

di na mapipilitang buhayin ang ating pinagsamahan

ngunit kung sakaling mapadaan baka

ikaw ay aking tawagan

dahil minsan tayo ay naging

tunay na magkaibigan

YOUR COMEDY

Sheila and the Insects

Plastic Eyes, Static Minds

 

Funny how you said it

Like a cowardly threat

Every other day, so have we met

Every other day, so have we met

 

Funny that I heard it

I was almost believing

Every chance you get picture me shaking

Every chance you get picture me shaking

 

You bore me with repetition

Like poles on the street going the other way

You scare me with superstition

Much like Alfred’s silhouette

So go away

 

Never could tell your drive

Motivation is your crime

Every other day, so have we met

Every other day, so have we met

 
 
 
I feel a little down.
 
I feel a little dizzy and a mild headache is pounding my skull every now and then.  Mild, but annoying and painful just the same.
My tongue, I have absolutely no idea why, is a little numb.  There's a tingling sensation, sorta like how it felt like while the dentist was injecting gobs of anaesthetics into my nerves last year.  My head feels  heavy and I want to stay in bed --- yech...I have work tonight.
 
But all these physical discomfort are NOTHING compared to the chilling feeling that by next month I'll be alone again.
 
Again.
 
My friends from work will be leaving weeks from now.
 
Jen went overseas to study lotsa months ago.  Cai is now in Cali, preparing for her marriage.  Divine left the company roughly a month ago. Brian followed. Mye has been for weeks now, officially resigned.  Joy's gone. So is Jigs.  I saw Mau submit his resignation letter.  L just made her grand exit. This is Yuri's last week at work.  Mimay is soon to follow, just at the end of the month.  I think RP and Migs are also considering the idea.
 
And just last Saturday, immediately after work I hiked my sleep-deprived ass all the way to Dencio's in Paseo de Roxas.  It was Wacko's send-off party. Now I feel like my friends are leaving one by one to move on to better things, and never to look back.
 
All his PS friends were there.  And though Andrea,Toi and Cha were also there I still felt a little out of place, with all the talk of work. Their work, not mine.  Their endless talk of their adventures and humor-tinged calls.
 
Until it was time to make speeches.  I started.  I couldn't say much of anything to these people.  And so each person followed, and I realized something; we all had one similarity - we all would miss Wacko.
 
He's been my bestfriend since college.  We've spent countless drunken spells over at Kitten's.  There were also our indie-gig-attending sprees, where we would applause over at an unknown group of performers, talk about setting up our own band and walking home later on, singing our lungs out.
 
I miss those.  I mean, we haven't been seeing each other for months, but the idea that he's just in Makati and we'll be seeing each other for another gig (if our schedules would permit, that is). 
 
But this is different.  It's Cebu; a little over 12 hours away.  "Far" is an understatement.  But then again another comforting thought is that I will be moving there by early next year, an idea sledged in after Wacko decided not to go.  I opted for the chance for change.
 
I envy him...he has the opportunity to see Urban Dub on a regular basis.
 
Hehehe.
 
 
 

...Twisted Halo...

 

A product of another boring evening.  I miss watching Twisted Halo and attending AdmitOne so much, the best that I can do is draw a caricature of my favorite indie, local band.

Comment please...

 

greyweed's strip of the week

This is a product of Kenneth's sick, sick mind.

I had nothing to do, so I colored it. Pretty hard to keep a straight face while coloring.

I had a talk with L. One of those very rare non-phallic conversations that we get to enjoy once in a great-great while. She was thinking about moving to Cebu with her older brother.

She mentioned of a newly opened film school there set up by people directly from Mowelfund.





And now here I am, thinking.

I am now considering relocating to Cebu.

@ A very sudden change in my monotonous life is very much welcome. For months now, every day of my life has become dreadfully routinary; wake up around 5pm - go to work - run my nine hours blabbing on the phonelines - go home and attempt to get a very peaceful sleep and get interrupted either by the hot climate or by Marie (my next room neighbor) listening to some annoying music.

In the middle of it, i just want time to pause and listen to me shout my lungs out.

"STOP!"

There are even times during my journey to work when I would think of jumping out of the vehicle while it's in top speed. Kahit maaksidente ok lang...para lang maiba. Not very logical.

I think Sanity is giving up on me.


I think I shall find my peace in Cebu.



@ There aren't a lot of film schools in Manila. I mean, UP offers the course, but hey, it's me we're talking about here. 'Nuff said.


@ There are a LOT of Cebuano bands I'd like to see. Pulling in from Urban Dub and CAttski as well as Smooth Friction and Happy Days

But then again, like I said, I'm still considering it.

I'm gonna spend my shifts thinking about it.

Which Pinoy Rock Band Lead Singer Do You Secrelty Desire? by neva
Full Name
Gender	FemaleMale
Birthdate
Favorite day
You secretly desire	Barbie Almalbis
You will	Have a one-night stand with him or her
Is the feeling mutual?	Yes
Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!

Pol Medina Jr.




I was wondering what it would be like to color Pol Medina Jr. and it took me about eight hours to find out. It was wierd during the first two hours of convincing myself that he didn't particularly give me the artwork to color, after that it was fine.

I'm still doing what I loved doing way back in preparatory school, do coloring books. Only this time, technology made sure I had more creative control than what those cheap-ass crayons had to offer.

Nax!

I am officially 22 years old.

Getting old.

Let's play...


if you call me Wee, then you are part of one of my high school barkadas
if you get mad at me and call me Luisito, then you are my Mom
if you keep on laughing minutes after a joke is over, then you must be Yuri
if you call me Kamatis and try to grab my crotch, then you are LL
if you immediately make faces the moment we make eye contact, then you must be my Ate Christie
if you call me Louie, then you are my landlady, Tita Edna
if you call me Anthony, then you are one of my classmates back in Fingermath
if you pronounce my name as Loowis then you are my college buddy Marc
if you insist on calling me manyak, then you must be Karla
if your only response is to grunt whenever I call you or ask a question, you are Kuya Edwin
if you call me adik, you must be Tin
if you pronounce my name as Loowus then you are Thads
if you insist that anyone around me is my Daddy (whatever that means), then you are Frances
if you keep on calling me Lulu, then you are Janice
if you call me Luichi, then you are Cherry
if your only response to everything I say is a slap, then you are Jeramie
if you call me Bagote or Tommy Abuel, then you are Red
if every sentence you say has to have the word "nyeer," then you are Carol
if you call me sweety, honey, Baby Boy, etc, then you are my boss, Evert
if you call me Olib, then you are Tua
if you call me Mr. Luis, then you are Tita Syl
if you call me Kamatis and then shrieks "Aaay!", then you are Mimay
if you're an indie artist with a signature that says pislabenrakenrol, then you are Kuya Vin
if all your jokes are corny but people still laugh at them, then you are Carlo
if you call me Ti Luis, then you are my nephew Darren

Mwehehehe


Because I was so bored at home during my rest day and because I can't sleep, I did this. It's based on a picture taken by Karl de Leon.

A couple of days ago I visited Gerry Alanguilan's website and I got a sight of the range of characters Mars Ravelo created: Lastikman, Dyesebel and, of course, Darna.

Darna got my interest because the comic book came out during the Philippine's more conservative era's; that'sx because imagine a nearly-naked, female super hero gliding around asking for "bato" from his younger brother before she actually takes flight.

So I did this. I played around the concept of "what if Darna were created only recently?" So that explains the multiple piercing in one ear, the fingerless gloves and the belly ring.

I waited for Fete de la Musique only to be disappointed big time.

Elad and I met up at Kenneth's house around 3pm only to find out that Kenneth wasn't coming at all. So we waited for Tua to show up. He did four hours later.

So we caught a bus headed for Antipolo and got off and boarded a jeepney to get to Eastwood. The Happy Meals were playing when we got there and Greyhoundz, Kjwan, Boy Elroy and Monkeyspank followed.

We then went to the Main Stage (the World Music stage) for the event's formal opening and to watch Cynthia Alexander's performance. Splendid opening ceremony with the percussionists and the Cappoeira dancers pouncing on each other. Astig.

After that Elad and Tua wanted dinner. Unfortunately, since I made a promise not to spend more than P200 on a free event and McDo was terribly full, we had to walk all the way to Jollibee. That decision was good, because we finally had our fill without squeezing into a crowd of smelly rock heads; and it was also a bad one because:


@ It was so far from the venue.

@ It rained hard while we were eating and we got stuck in it. Because Tua's idea of fun is pneumonia, we forced our way back to Eastwood, sopping over several establishment to avoid the rain. But we still got wet.

@ We missed some bands, like Dicta License, Radioactive Sago Project and -I wanted to be sick when I found out that I didn't get to watch- Twisted Halo.


Oh, well, C'est la vie, as the old folks would say. When we got back to the venue, we found out from Lawrence (Sugar Free's roadie) that the event was cancelled.

Crap!

I hope next year's gonna a lot better.

nagsimula sa wala darating sa wala........

Dead Thoughts

@ It feels like all the ailments of summer are taking refuge in my damned body. For three days and counting I have fever, that means nausea and headache pounding my minute brain. I also have bad rhinitis attacks every now and then. And now I have stomach trouble. Thank god I don't have measles, chicken pox and mumps.

@ Speaking of mumps, I haven't caught the thing yet. And now that I'm waaay past puberty, I should be alamred and must take precautions. Scary thought, but I want to see little versions of me running around the house in the future. Damn.

@ Tomorrow is Fete de la Musique.

@ I'm getting sick of that song Sumusunod (I think) by those wretched twins. I keep on hearing ti everywhere I go. Damn.

@ I have accepted the fact that I'm not really much of a line artist. So for months I've been swiping artworks here and there for me to practice on. So now I'm beginning to see a probable career as a colorist. Or is it another shot in the dark?

Another artwork I swiped -this time from Wilson Tortosa- that I colored.

Ghost or spirit: You are a lost soul. Very calm and
sweet, you are often the one who asks: What if?
With a clever mind, you want to explore the
world on a different level. Without the
answers, you aren't ready to move on. You are
most likely very creative and find yourself
thinking things through on a different level.



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Grunge! You're all about the music and would even
turn your back on fame just to stay true to
your roots... You reached your high in the
early '90s, but you're still making some good
stuff! Keep rocking!

You'd bite their neck and drain their blood! Why?
Because you're a vampire like me! Whats that?
You're not a vampire? Well here's your chance.

I am at home right now....

And I feel terribly sick.

From last night's shift where I only double jacked with the agents -Ethel and Jun- because there was a fever building in me. I threw up twice and now I'm worried because I had to be absent again. Worried because they might kick me out.

On the way home, I had to ride an FX. The driver can't seem to have enough of Bayani Agbayani and decided to play his Bayani album while I was in his vehicle. Believe me, there's nothing as nasty as being nauseous, having a headache and hearing Ocho-Ocho blare your eardrum and haunt your consciousness.

And then there's Fete dela Musique. I've been waiting for it for months. But now since I'm not feeling good, looks like I'll be missing out the event after all. Tsk.


The Filbar's comics competition will be ongoing until 2005. neoparadiso's joining and I'll be handling post-production (coloring and stuff). We're actually not focused on winning, but that doesn't stop us from doing our best. The thing is, we're just using it as a spring board to start up our longtime dream of opening a design studio of our own.

Next on our agenda will be shirts!

But first pagaling muna ako.

If, by some stroke of luck / caress of miracle, I get to attend the Fete de la Musique, here's my gameplan:

WORLD MUSIC/OTHER
Main Stage at the Central Plaza
7:15 pm - 3:30 am
---------------------------------------------------
Kadangyan (7:15-7:45)
Sing India (7:45-8:15)
Festival Opening Number (8:45-9:00)
Cynthia Alexander (9:00-9:30)
Makiling Ensemble (9:35-10:05)
Radio Active Sago Project (10:15-10:40)
Brass Munkeys (10:45-11:10)
Rannie Raymundo (11:20-11:50)
Wunjo (11:55-12:20)
Loquy (12:25-12:50)
Salindiwa (12:55-1:20)
Brownbeat All-Star (1:35-2:05)
Bayang Barrios (2:10-2:40)
Pinikpikan (2:45-3:15)
Closing Number (3:15-3:30)





Rock
Parking Lot Area
4:00 pm - 3:00 am
---------------------------------------------------
Monsterbot 4:00-4:20
Boldstar 4:20-4:35
Grass 4:35-4:50
Severo 4:50-5:05
13 Needles 5:05-5:20
Olympic Smoker 5:20-5:35
Weedisneys 5:35-5:50
Ciudad 5:50-6:05
Southern Grass 6:05-6:20
Hellbender 6:20-6:35
Mayonnaise 6:35-6:50
Happy Meals 6:50-7:05
Boy Elroy 7:05-7:20
Monkeyspank 7:20-7:35
Kjwan 7:35-7:50
Greyhoundz 7:50-8:10
Chicosci 8:10-8:30
The Dawn 9:00-9:20
Dicta License 9:20-9:40
Twisted Halo 9:40-10:00
Mongols 10:00-10:20
6 Cycle Mind 10:30-10:50
Itchyworms 10:50-11:10
Nancy Spungen 11:10-11:30
Stonefree 11:30-11:50
The Late Isabel 12:00-12:20
Imago 12:20-12:40
Kapatid 12:40-1:00
Rivermaya 1:10-1:30
Sugarfree 1:30-1:50
Cambio 1:50-2:10
Sandwich 2:10-2:30
Bamboo 2:30-2:50

This means once I get there I'll be watching Rock bands, up until 9:00, where I have to sacrifice seeing the Dawn to see Cynthia Alexander. After that I'll be coming back to the Parking Lot Area to watch Dicta License and for more Rock. Here's the common dilemma for Fete attendees, two of your favorite bands are playing at separate stage.

This is a poster from Gerry Alanguilan's book WASTED. It was done without colors, so if you knew me, you'd know how temptin it is for me to dabble with it......
I colored Gerry Alanguilan's WASTED...

Heto ako sa Mandaluyong...Shaw Blvd...malapit sa kwarto na nire-
rentahan ko ngayon. Maga-alas tres na ng umaga at gising pa ako.
Mukhang talagang hindi na ako makakatulog. Sige magpuyat na lang
ulit. Sanay naman ako, e.

Di ko alam kung bakit pero paulit-ulit na umaalingawngaw ang
kalungkutan sa aking nakahandusay na haraya.

"Bad trip." ito ang unang sumagi sa umaalon kong isip. Kunsabagay
ito lang naman ang sasagi sa pag-iisip mo sa mga panahong tulad
nito. Para akong nalulunod.

"Gusto/kailangan ko ng beer...'yung malamig na malamig." sunod pang
nasambit ng mga labi ko, sabay kurba sa isang ngiti na ni hindi man
lang sumisisid sa aking kamalayan.

Tumingala ako sa langit; ni isang bituwin wala. Noong panahon ng
mga Griyego at hanggang sa ngayon, ginagamit ng mga mandaragat ang
liwanag mula sa mga ito. Unti-unti na rin akong naliligaw, hindi
alam ang pinagmulan at kung saan tutungo. Para bang may balakid, na
hindi ko mawari, at may kumakaluskos mula sa kabila.

Nakakapagod. Ayoko na.
LUiS

You're a New York City Trendster. All of the bands
you like are from New York or sound like it.
You're probably the least indie, but still
pretty cool. I mean, despite our backlash, we
love these bands too. And yes, Julian
Casablancas is hot.


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You are a fender Stratocaster. Simple, rockin; the
standard of the industry. You probably are the
good all around person. Or not.


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SOUL SEARCHING
Urbandub

Say a prayer for me
I need a new life
I’m not blind cuz I see the truth and the lies.
Heed my words
Listen to advice
You don’t need to run away and take your life.
No, can’t live this way…

So you go for miles and miles
And miles and miles and miles
Destination nowhere
No means or how,
Saw you go for miles and miles
Soul searching for how.

Just take a look around at the faces that you meet
Everybody’s got their own pains like you and me
Never fall away…
Whatever you do choose life
The thoughts on your mind choose life
Wherever you go choose life
Choose life.

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In Loving memory of the Fearless Exploits of the Bolo Brigade

SOBRANG LUPET NG ALBUM NA ITO!

It is in this album where I finally understand that every note, every riff, and every drum lick has its own purpose or meaning and they're all integral parts of telling a story.
The first track, "Breakable" promises you a CD chockfull of twists and turns. And the album definitely delivers to that promise. "Irene" follows with a shadow of melancholia looming from all direction, and hearing Vin's vocals telling you that "it's alright", it's like realizing that it's pointless to run so you just sit and wait. "Closed Caption" is where the band plays with a very catchy chorus, and backs it up with a rather endearing bass line. "Again," on the other hand, is fun. The song sound like it would be something The White Stripes would have done. And in true Twisted Halo fashion, "Public Service Announcement" serve up our daily platter of social relevance; and our activist soul can't find a more delectable dish.


I bet all the other tracks are great, now if I could just have time to listen to the album more I would find out. And of course, In Loving Memory... would be among Squid9's Kraken Modular and Ciudad's Is that Ciudad, Yes, son, it's Me in my CD changer, that is if I had one.






AdmitOne: Sili Lab Songs

Those of you who didn't attend last night's AdmitOne should be regretting it by now. I had so much fun! It was the best AdmitOne gig that I've attended so far excluding the 1st anniversary, of course.



Imago played "Total Eclipse of the Heart", much to everyone's laughter. Most of the audience sang along with Tim, "turn around..." ChicoSci played as wild as ever. Calde did a slow, provocative (HAHAHA) dance, and my lungs were threatening to cave in from all the bwahahaha. Mitch wasn't available so Mike Dizon played for Sugar Free (but didn't get to play for his own band, Sandwich). Carol and I were watching his face as he was looking up at Jal for instructions (he wasn't familiar with SF's drum licks). And everytime he'd make a mistake (no matter how subtle), hindi maipinta ang mukha nya. And when Ebe asked us what we'd like to hear, somebody shouted "LAKLAK!"


The night would have been perfect if it wasn't for the guy who sat infront of us. He was so rowdy, and kept on shouting ("I love you, Donna!", "Hubad!", etc), and kept on calling Jorel "Jollibee." Actually he looked stoned. Sabi ko nga kay Carol na iunat nya ung legs nya para masipa nya yung guy sa ulo. Ayaw nya. Yes, I was that annoyed.

BRaD


brad, patawad
di ko inakalang hahantong pala sa ganito
ba't ba kasi di mo nakayanan
alam mo namang... lubha kang mahihirapan

brad, buti kamo
di ka iniwan ng basta, di gaya ng iba
magulang mo'y parating na upang ika'y maibalik na sa
kanila

ginawa na namin ang lahat para sa iyo
ginawa nga namin ang lahat, sa iyo

brad ikakatuwa mo
humingi na ng tawad sa mga mag-anak mong umiiyak
sayang ka di na makakasama
sa mga pagpupugay sa ngalan ng kapatiran

ginawa na namin ang lahat para sa iyo
ginawa nga namin ang lahat, sa iyo

brad makakasiguro
brad hanggang sa huling hibla ng hinhinga mo

HAPPY NEW YEAR.

I Spent the new year taking calls at work.

Damn.