Dead Thoughts

-Eddie Guerrero died. Since I have not watched professional wrestling since high school (when I had this DEBRA-i-love-u phase) I didn't really know who he is up until his death.

-I just read from IMDB that Eliza Dushku ditched a possible Faith series (Buffy spin-off) so she could do Tru Calling. I love Dushku and I simple adore Tru Calling. But I prefer seeing her kick ass as Faith than see run around the city saving people who are about to die yesterday (???) as Tru Davies.

-I really do hope Hoodwinked! gets local distribution here. It has really great 3D graphics. Since I saw the trailer over at the Digital Eye Candy office, I just couldn't wait to see it.
Finding Nemo had some Pinoy animators, The Incredibles had several and The Matrix had a few, but all the Hoodwinked! animators are Pinoy.

-I went to Dish over the weekend to cover Join The Club's album launch and I must say that they're live performance has managed to convert me into an instant fan. They're drummer is so amazing, and probably the most inventive in the scene right now. Plus I have a copy of their album Lunes inside the Press Kit. Ah, the perks of being in the Media field!

Saw Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire at Gateway last week. Couldn't quite restrain myself with the fact that most of the people at work have seen it (and are itching to talk about it), plus the billboard near Santolan, EDSA has a way of greeting me as I passed by it every night to get to cubao. It sure looks like several pin-up shots done by either Pantene or Rejoice strewn together- these kids have long, flowing hair and had this intense expression.

And damn have they grown!

Because basically everyone knows how the story goes, I won't break the movie scene by scene and describe the technical, theatrical and aesthetic aspects of each.
But I'd like to say that they've managed to push the computer effects up a notch and Hermione (Emma Thompson) is beginning to look stunningly awesome...looks like a Kate Beckinsale in the making.

Kathy Meneses
Wolfmann+


In the same style as with my OLD Ebe Sugarfree artwork, I sat down in front of the PC and did this.

This looks so freaky..incidentally it really does look like me...bleech!

Privilege of Being
Robert Hass

Many are making love. Up above, the angels
in the unshaken ether and crystal of human longing
are braiding one another's hair, which is strawberry blond
and the texture of cold rivers. They glance
down from time to time at the awkward ecstasy--
it must look to them like featherless birds
splashing in the spring puddle of a bed--
and then one woman, she is about to come,
peels back the man's shut eyelids and says,
look at me, and he does. Or is it the man
tugging the curtain rope in that dark theater?
Anyway, they do, they look at each other;
two beings with evolved eyes, rapacious,
startled, connected at the belly in an unbelievably sweet
lubricious glue, stare at each other,
and the angels are desolate. They hate it. They shutter pathetically
like lithographs of Victorian beggars
with perfect features and alabaster skin hawking rags
in the lewd alleys of the novel.
All of creation is offended by this distress.
It is like the keening sound the moon makes sometimes,
rising. The lovers especially cannot bear it,
it fills them with unspeakable sadness, so that
they close their eyes again and hold each other, each
feeling the mortal singularity of the body
they have enchanted out of death for an hour so,
and one day, running at sunset, the woman says to the man,
I woke up feeling so sad this morning because i realized
that you could not, as much as i love you,
dear heart, cure my loneliness,
wherewith she touched his cheek to reassure him
that she did not mean to hurt him with this truth.
And the man is not hurt exactly,
he understands that life has limits, that people
die young, fail at love,
fail of their ambitions. He runs beside her, he thinks
of the sadness they have gasped and crooned their way out of
coming, clutching each other with old invented
forms of grace and clumsy gratitude, ready
to be alone again, or dissatisfied, or merely
companionable like the couples on the summer beach
reading magazine articles about intimacy between the sexes
to themselves, and to each other,
and to the immense, illiterate, consoling angels.

My new Favorite Show

Another Friendster Survey


1)First word/phrase that came out of your mouth this morning?
- Shet! Late na ako!!!

2) What is your dad's last name?
- Oliveros

3) What is your mom's middle name?
- Geraldo

4) Mom or Dad. Who do you like better?
- both

5) Mom or Dad. Who is more annoying?
- ay, mom, my dad's a bit uncommunicative sometimes

6) When do you usually sleep?
- around 2pm- average

7) How tall would you like to be?
- Id love to be at least 5'9- but im 5'5 yeeech!

8) When you are using the computer, where do you place your feet?
- cross-legged on the chair

9) Do you brush your teeth?
- syempre

10) When you see people running around the mall with donation boxes, what would you do?
- ask for the cause

11) Have you thought of dieting recently?
- oo naman

12) Do you like to wear white tees in the summer?
- dont have a lot of white shirts

13) What kind of people do you dislike?
- smelly people, people who believe in their ideals and opinions so firmly that they criticize other people who think differently

14) Do you like people easily?
- depende, kung sa gig ko na-meet bati ko agad tas kwentuhan na

15) Do you always think that someone likes you?
- no, not really....but there's gotta be someone out there

16) Who do you miss right at this moment?
- Sina Wacko at Cherry

17) Day or Night?
- day

18) What do you want to be in the future?
- to get rich and to be the first popular pinoy Oliveros -nlabo

19) When do you want to get married?
- Now na...gusto ko na ngang magka-anak e

20) If you can go back to the past, where and when would you choose to go?
- sa Fontana for The Flame outing

21) Have you ever hit someone's chin?
- yep, pero by accident

22) Where are all your friends in the summer??
- probably having fun

23) Do you like friends asking you to go out or you
like asking them to go out?
- it'd work both ways

24) Do you have any siblings?
- lotsa that

25) What radio channel do you like listening to?
- NU, RX and K-Lite

26) Have you ever tried making prank calls?
- dami

27) On Valentine's Day, would u go and buy chocolate for your friends?
- id buy chocolates for myself

28) When you see your bf/gf hugging another girl/guy, what would you do?
- baka magno-nosebleed lng ako.

29) Someone swears at you, what would you do?
- Smile and say "Right back at ya!"

30) When you get into a fight with a friend, who says "Sorry" first?
- kung sino may kasalanan, pero kadalasan ala nang sorry, nagbabatian na lng tas ok na

31) Where would you go for countdown on New Year's Eve?
- in my bed, listening to NU107's Coundown 107

32) Which beach do you like to go to?
- Puert Galera ulit, or sa Palawan

33) At what age would you like to retire?
- dont wanna retire, sumulat kung kaya pa!

34) Has anyone ever told you that you look like someone?
- oo naman, puro sikat na tao e...isang basketball player at isang bokalista

35) Are you still in contact with people from
elementry school?
- hindi na e

Team Uranus Reunion

Two weeks ago, I was roused from my dreamless sleep my my cell's message tone. I groggily grabbed it and read Raf's message. They were planning to have a reunion. I replied immediately saying that I'd go and slumped back to sleep.

The following Saturday, I headed for the Creativity Lounge to transcribe my Wilson Tortosa interview. Before I went home I dropped by McDonald's, Greenbelt to meet up with John. So we just talked and talked for what felt was 30 mins but was already past an hour. So I had bid him farewell and lunged for the next bus to Ortigas.

When I got to Maru, our reunion venue. An hour later -I wanted to go to Saguijo and watch AdmitOne instead- Jinx and Jigs who were both already making fun of me even before they talked to me, approached. Ahh, I missed that. A few more chats and Raf and Mimi came in next. Marilou followed. Apparently that was the reunion, just us.

Missing in Action:

Jess

Kat

Vangie

Jen

Joy

Em

Che

I didn't know Maru was a karaoke bar. And I really don't sing, at least not anymore. But we had fun and bonds were reconnected, and that was the point.
A few Earth ,Wind&Fires, some Beatles and one particularly creepy Willie Revillame later, we headed to Starbucks in Metrowalk where I had a tall cream-based caramel-frappe (YUM), and Jinx had a venti Rhumba. By the time the rhumba was takin effect (Jinx was really shaking and her chest was palpitating) we were knee-deep in ghost stories. These were personal experiences which makes them all the more creepier -including one particularly nerve-numbing tale about a swaying ink-black man.

Before we went home we "dropped" by Gutson's and watched Jinx and Raff slug it out on the billiard table.

I got home around 6:00 am.

I've been tagged! (stolen from BrattyBlue)

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Write 20 random things about you and tag as many people as the number of minutes you took in doing this.

1. I became an F. Sionil Jose fan -one of the major reasons why I went to UST in the first place- since I read Gagamba during high school for our book report. He's my favorite local author.

2. Unlike most people out there, Dan Brown's Da Vinci Code failed to capture my fascination. The content was amusing and the conspiracy theories he had sewed together were altogether amusing. But I find his storytelling style was nothing more than common. I've read better material by some less known,less accomplished authors.

3. I once had a crush on a video game character: Sakura from the Street Fighter games. I'm still trying to move on with Psylocke's death, though.

4. My call center work ruined my patience and my hearing. Now I can't understand anything when I some other noises in the room- all I could hear are some vague murmuring. And then I get irritated. GRRR!

5. I recently finished a song while standing in line to buy an MRT ticket. I have yet to write it down, polish the melody, tempo and think of a title.

6. Despite looking like a drug addict, war freak and sex maniac (as I was told by close friends), I have got to be the nicest person you can meet on the street. In other words, uto-uto.

7. I am addicted to Photoshop.

8. I think I've stopped growing. Although I've been told I look fairly young when I shave.

9. I don't usually smile in pictures...

10. My favorite colors: black, gray, gree, red and blue.


11. I no longer drink coffee. I prefer mint green tea, steamed milk or milk-based caramel frappe whenever I'm in some coffee shop.

12. I need to buy a new cellphone. The one I'm using right now has its phone memory busted. I also want to have Twisted Halo's Public Service Announcement as a ring tone, something my Samsung won't allow.

13. If you missed my CAT and ROTC days, you'll probably never get a chance to see me wear a hat. Except when I'm at home, I'll never wear sandals or flipflops. I'll never have my head shaved...unless you pay me 1M or hold a gun to my head.

14. My high school friends once mentioned how nice, sweet and thoughtful I was...my current friends disagree, in fact they think I was lying.

15. I can't sing a normal song without being interrupted by a bout of cough or some sneezing fit.

16. Despite appearing to be unfeeling and cold, I'm too caring for me to admit.

17. I'm allergic to sea food. I get an unpleasant stomach when I eat anything with gata except laing. I'll never be a food critic. I sneeze too easily because I have rhinitis. I sneeze whenever it's cold, too hot, when it's too bright, when it's dusty or I smell someone's strong cologne/perfume (I call "dinurog na langgam"). Which is why I don't by bottles of perfume or cologe.

18. Even after years of knowing some band members who I simply look up to, I've never had any fan pictures taken with them.

19. I don't know why, but I seem to have lost my love for beer and other alocoholic drinks. I miss the idea of me drinking, but not the drinks. Labo.

20. Around 80% of what I know and do today are self-taught. I never did get to attend any special courses for these. And the ones that I did get to learn from attending classes lay unused.

Fun Pix

Some random pics from the recent gigs I attended...

All these picture can also be found at My Phlog Account

Re-Rewind!

I just chanced upon Debbie's Friendster account (The Girl Formerly Known As Divine) and found this pic. Ulk!

This was taken poco mas o menos a year ago when my team at Ambergris went to Puerto Gallera for a Team Building (our most expensive one yet)

We were tripping by the beach near the "bars" when somebody shouted "PICTURE!" So I smiled a wide grin (which I don't normally do), which by some weird enigmatic force suited me to a point that I could virtually go as close as calling myself cute in this shot (whew! that's a rarity!)

What I don't get is that I don't really recall being this wide...I know I'm worlds away from being thin but NOT this wide! My friends here looked pretty normal so I doubt that the picture got stretched.

And it's because of this shot, that I have decided (pigilan nyo ako) to go on a diet. Yes, for the Nth time I will attempt to lower my food intake and increase my physical activities.

Nyahaha!

The Undrunken Shot




This is a picture taken during Jal's birthday gig last Monday over at Mayric's (kung saan binaha ang España -so not surprised- kaya tumugtog si Ebe nang nakayapak).

Believe it or not, I did not drink any alcoholic beverage that night. The Red Horse bottle in front of you is not mine. Defensive ba?

BTW, I stole this picture from THIS SITE

I really had fun that night. I got to see and hang out with the other Sugarfreeks I didn't realize I missed.

Informal Writing for Grade School Pupils


My Terno Au Go Go Fieldtrip
by greyweed

Last Saturday I went to Sagiojo in Makati with Reza, where we met up with Michael and Lei. We attended Terno Au Go Go with 20 bands performing. We watched Monsterbot, Up Dharma Down, SVC, Chili Tees, Nancy Drool, Makopa, Drip, the Purplechickens and a lot more.



I was almost in heaven when I finally got to meet Armi (Up Dharma Down) and Beng (Drip).


After almost nine hours of being cooped up inside that small space (AKA the cafe area) and as I busied myself watching SVC the three of them were so obviously groggy, squatting on the tableless, chairless floor.



After the gig we went to McDonald's along Chino Roces Ext. and stayed there until sunup.

The end.

This is depressing.

I was in ComicQuest, Megamall yesterday when I bumped into Monmon. A few laughs
and then he told me about WOLFMANN. I couldn't believe it.

I was happy to find the comicbooks I've been looking for and here comes Mon with a dapressing news.

Up until last night I was still hoping it wasn't true. Nakakapanghinayang.

We've only chatted a couple of times, online and during a gig or two. He was
always there with a reply everytime I'd rant during work. Even if it wasn't
allowed, I listed my office email to this mailing list, because it's one of the
few things that kept work bearable.

I attended the album launch and told him that I'd buy a shirt. I told myself that
I'd have my copy of Diner autopgraphed one of these days. And then I got too busy. And now it's too late for those.

Minsan nga lang tayo nakapag-usap, pero panghabang-buhay na ang impluwensya mo.




I'd like to toast this bottle of beer for you
Thank you
Thank youCuz this last bottle of beer is on me
It's on me
-Beer, Wolfmann

It's been months since Cueshe's Stay began blaring from car stereo's in every FX I have had the chance to get into. Even those jeepneys, with their CD-ROMs mounted on the dashboards and their bass levels tastelessly pumped, have the song playing as they soar through Cainta and Marikina.

And a month before that I had the chance to watch them perform for a liquor company's event in Novaliches. I didn't like them that much because they sounded like something you'd hear when you're on your way out the door- you look back and walk away. I've never really mentioned it before, but Stay's chorus' melody is really identical to The Greatest View from Silverchair. Honestly, I don't think I need to tell you that.

And I just don't like it. Aside from that, they played three other songs during that gig. One suspiciously sounded like Sandwich's Butterfly Carnival, which I ignored comletely, and instead focused my undivided attention to gulping down a shot of liquor while unintentionally flirting with one of the the wine girls. And then they did a cover of The Reason by Hoobastank, which was standard showband-fare at the time; and also an Incubus over, which was so lame I don't even remember.

Anyway, I never liked the band, but I have to hand it to them, they've been playing in Cebu for a long time. But two songs that undeniably sounded derivative, makes you doubt the band.

I don't like them, that's all. But then again I don't like a lot of things: rainy Monday mornings, bull fights, running out of cell credits in a middle of an appointment, cold milk and soggy pulborons, among others.

No amount of dislike should be expressed in a nationwide tirade against them. I am however, paying homage to the band they sound like in the first single (although I have to stress that it's just the chorus, not the entire shebang), so I have posted The Greatest View on my Syndrome section.

Sing.

Yesterday Jopet and I went over to Furball in Cubao for our scheduled photo shoot with direk Lyle Sacris. Jopet, being the diligent photographer that he is, after much deliberation, decided with Lyle not to shoot it there. Lyle offered his house.

When I stepped into his room, I was seriously awestruck. The guy has a lot of DVDs, graphic novels, toys and novelty items, he can rival 2Rats, only he owns originals. Even his light fixtuers and the landline telephones are so [bleep]ing cool. I wonder how long I'd should work (and in what field, for that matter) before I could buy all the stuff he's got.

During the shoot, Jopet and Lyle talked about technical stuff about cameras (Lyle is a cinematographer) and laughed and talked a lot more, before the actual shot began. He's such a nice guy, makwento and you'll never get bored. They were even having fun with the camera. Meanwhile, I was staring at a big, moveable figure near Lyle's left shoulder.

It was an object of utmost fear if your grew up in Zion.
It was a Sentinel. HOLY CRAP! And now I can't stop thinking about it!

After I resigned from work, I had to drop by the Tech Dept to have my email account and my employee log in deactivated. Being the idiot that I am, I forgot to send all the important messages to my yahoo account and so all the memorable ones got deleted as well. A couple of months ago, in my Phlog account, I posted a picture of her, and people began commenting on it. Jill posted the "prose" I wrote almost two years back which even included an artwork she inspired me to finish.

-

2:00 pm
October 22, 2003
Angono, Rizal


title: Reclaiming Therese
artwork and text:

I opened my desk, pulled out my art materials and started to whet the paper's appetite for the strokes and the swirls of the pencil as guided by the moonlight of my hand. Nimbus clouds were in my eyes, as I dreamt of dust-covered pieces of t-bones; cooked medium rare, before the particles have settled in and rendered it unfit for the human consumption.

I bathe myself in bicycle wheels and envision myself as Don Juan making wild and passionate love to bone-white paper to create shapes and shades, lines and shadows.

Figures and planes.

And slowly I become the pencil and you, the paper. I stroll down your plotted surface, lose myself in your alleys and drown in your puddles.

You fold and crumple.

I need to be sharpened.

In the midst of political demonstrations regarding that damned Hello Garci tape, The Dream King, Neil Gaiman, graced the country with a tight three-day book signing schedule.

It began at the Rockwell Tent last Jul 9 where Donna and countless geeks went to. I decided to go to the last event, Monday at Fully Booked in Gateway, I easily underestimated the other fans because it was the first day of the week. “Hahaha! Everybody else would be at school or slaving in the workspaces!” The thought rattled in my near-empty skull like pebbles in a gourd, and the prospect of meeting the man himself drove me to sleep rather late.

I scampered to Gateway to find a long line waiting outside Fuly Booked. I followed the line to find the end so I could line up myself. I found it near the Aurora Blvd exit- two floors below the venue. Crap! A few minutes later I overheard some of the people in front of me saying that the management was only letting 150 people or so to have their books autographed. Double Crap!

I didn’t care, I came there to have my book autographed and to give Gaiman my Morpheus artwork…or die trying!

***

I lined up at around noon. The guy behind me starts talking to me in a slight heavy Visayan accent and his hands animatedly moving around as he talked.

HIM: This is almost like every comic book convinchun (convention) in the cantry (country).

ME: Except that it’s not really a comic book convention.

HIM: No, I min (mean) that there are a lot of attindes (attendees).

ME: And no cosplay…well, parang meron na din. I’ve seen a lot of girls dressing up as Death, only they end up looking like whores.

HIM: Horses, plural.

***
The long line to enlightenment.

***

Armed up with American Gods and waiting.

***

greyweed and the King Of Dreams

***

I will!

***

The Autographed artwork.

I was supposedly gonna give him this piece, but I saw his box -filled with stuff from fans- brimming with artwork I decided to just have it signed.

You are nurturing, kind, and lucky. Like mother nature, you want to help everyone. You are good at keeping secrets and tend to be secretive. A seeker of harmony, you are a natural peacemaker. You are good natured and people enjoy your company. You put people at ease and make them feel at home with you.

I am: Stanislav Lem This pessimistic Pole has spent a whole career telling ironic stories of futility and frustration. Yet he is also a master of wordplay so witty that it sparkles even when translated into English.

Which science fiction writer are you?

Stolen from Neil Gaiman's site:


Monday, July 11, 2005

Ten happy little fingers and they're mine all mine...
posted by Neil 7/11/2005 11:28:00 AM

There's nothing quite like coming back from a day of signing and signing and signing and talking and talking and signing, to be met with several thousand people pointing out that though my head thought "Leonard Cohen" my fingers typed "John Cale".

I do not blame my fingers. A number of times in the last two days they have happily written inscriptions for people while my head has struggled to catch up. "Gosh," I think. "It's a copy of Good Omens. What are some of the things I write in Good Omens?" while my fingers have already efficiently written most of Burn This Book. Probably they just got confused by "Hallelujah" or something.

I don't think I've ever been more exhausted at any point in a signing tour than I am right now. (Having said that, I don't remember ever having felt so loved by so many people.) But I get to sleep until I wake up and that's so good...

PS. I think I'm now addicted to calamansi juice.

You Know You're Filipino When....

Your middle name is your mother's maiden name. Your parents call each other "Mommy" and "Daddy." You have uncles and aunts named "Boy," "Girlie," or "Baby." You have relatives whose nicknames consist of repeated syllables like "Jun-Jun," "Ling-Ling," and "Mon-Mon." Mine by the way was "Che-Che." You call the parents of your friends and your own parents' friends "Tito" and "Tita." You have four or five names. You greet your elders by touching their hands to your forehead. You always kiss your relatives on the cheek whenever you enter or leave the room. You follow your parents' house rules even if you are over 18. You live with your parents until and at times even after you're married. You decorate your dining room wall with a picture of the "Last Supper." You keep your furniture wrapped in plastic or covered with blankets. You have a Sto. Nino shrine in your living room. You have a piano that no one plays. You keep a tabo in your bathroom. You use Vicks Vapor rub as an insect repellant. You eat with your hands. You eat more than three times a day. You think a meal is not a meal without rice. You think sandwiches are snacks, not meals. Your dining table has a merry-go-round (lazy Susan) in the middle. You bring baon to work everyday. Your pantry is never without Spam, Vienna sausage, corned beef, and sardines. You love to eat daing or tuyo. You prop up one knee while eating. ou eat your meal with patis, toyo, suka, banana catsup, or bagoong. Your tablecloths are stained with toyo circles. You love sticky desserts and salty snacks. You eat fried Spam and hot dogs with rice. You eat mangoes with rice--with great GUSTO! You love "dirty" ice cream. You love to eat, yet often manage to stay slim. You put hot dogs in your spaghetti. Everything you eat is sauted in garlic, onion, and tomatoes. You order a "soft drink" instead of soda. You hang a rosary on your car's rear view mirror. You get together with family at a cemetery on All Saint's Day to eat, drink, and tell stories by your loved ones' graves. You play cards or mahjong and drink beer at funeral wakes. You think Christmas season begins in October and ends in January. Your second piece of luggage is a balikbayan box. You've mastered the art of packing a suitcase to double capacity. You collect items from airlines, hotels, and restaurants as "souvenirs." You feel obligated to give pasalubong to all your friends and relatives each time you return from a trip. You use paper foot outlines when buying shoes for friends and relatives. You're a fashion victim. You can convey 30 messages with your facial expression. You hold your palms together in front of you and say "excuse, excuse" when you pass in between people or in front of the TV. You ask for the bill at a restaurant by making a rectangle in the air. You cover your mouth when you laugh. You respond to a "Hoy!" or a "Pssst!" in a crowd. You'll answer "Malapit lang!"--no matter the distance--when asked how far away a place is located. Goldilocks is more than a fairy tale character to you. You refer to power interruptions as "brownouts." You love to use the following acronyms: CR for comfort room, DI for dance instructor, DOM for dirty old man, TNT for tago nang tago, KJ for kill joy, KSP for kulang sa pansin, OA for over-acting, TL for true love, BF for boyfriend and GF for girlfriend. You say "rubber shoes" instead of sneakers, "ball pen" instead of pen, "stockings" instead of pantyhose, "pampers" instead of diapers, "ref" or "prijider" instead of refrigerator, "Colgate" instead of toothpaste, "canteen" instead of cafeteria, and "open" or "close" instead of turn on or turn off (as in the lights). You use an umbrella for shade on hot summer days. You like everything imported or "state-side." You love ballroom dancing, bowling, pusoy, mah jong, billiards, and karaoke. You have a relative who is a nurse. When you're in a restaurant, you wipe your plate and utensils before using them. You can squeeze 15 passengers into your five seater car without a second thought. You wave a pom-pom on a stick around the food to keep the flies away. You always ring a doorbell twice, assuming that the first ring was not heard. You let the phone ring twice before answering, lest you appear overly eager. Your other piece of luggage is a balikbayan box. You use a rock to scrub yourself in the bath or shower. You're proud to be Filapino - and you pass these jokes on to all your Filipino friends!

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Update

WEIGHT: dunno, but lemme say I've gained every pound I lost during my research gig.

FRIENDS: Wacko's still in Cebu. Cherry's now in Dubai. Brian brooding in his room for more than a month already. Mimay still doesn't have a landline phone and she just moved to Bulacan. Donna has started law school again and left me hanging in the air with nobody else to talk to. Elad went to our house to try to fix our computer, but was unsuccessfull. Dar got married last month.

LOVE: THE HELL? Still non-extistent, but about to get worse.

HAPPINESS: Y'know, I'm thinking that maybe I'm brewing some pathological sadness, I can be happy as in HAHAHAHA happy, but immediately after the moment I fall into some kind of abyss where I'm not even sure why I'm goomy all of a sudden. I want happiness that lasts more than a day or two.

Another supercool Hal Jordan pic. Ayuz.

Your Taste in Music:

90's Alternative: Highest Influence

Alternative Rock: Highest Influence

90's Rock: High Influence

Adult Alternative: High Influence

Ska: High Influence

80's Alternative: Medium Influence

80's Pop: Medium Influence

Hip Hop: Medium Influence

Punk: Medium Influence

90's Hip Hop: Low Influence

90's Pop: Low Influence

Dance: Low Influence

Heavy Metal: Low Influence

Old School Hip Hop: Low Influence

R&B: Low Influence

How's Your Taste in Music?

Your Linguistic Profile:

55% General American English

20% Yankee

15% Dixie

10% Upper Midwestern

0% Midwestern

What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

You Are 70% Normal (Really Normal)

Otherwise known as the normal amount of normal You're like most people most of the time But you've got those quirks that make you endearing You're unique, yes... but not frighteningly so!

How Normal Are You?

You Know You're Addicted to Harry Potter When...

You make a wand and try to use it. You call your least favorite teacher Snape. You call your favorite teacher Dumbledore. You wear robes to school or work. You make "floo powder", get in the fire, and try to go to your friends' house. You have read all the books more than four times. You've been bookstore at midnight to get the latest Harry Potter book before all your friends. ... And then you stayed up all night wearing it. You've worn a Harry Potter costume in public. You have a crush on one of the Harry Potter characters. You've gotten at least one of your friends addicted to Harry Potter. You actually caught the "Wand Order" mistake before you heard/read about it. You are upset at the New York Times for creating a seperate childrens best seller list because of the Harry Potter books. Using clues in the book, you have attempted to find the exact geographical location of Hogwarts. You have constructed a timeline of events in the Harry Potter books. You have attempted to figure out the exact ages of all the Weasley children? You have spent time contemplating which main characters will die by the time the series is over. You've been to see all the Harry Potter movies on opening night. (Bonus points for standing in line in costume!) You've read Harry Potter fanfic. You've written Harry Potter fanfic. You run a Harry Potter fansite. You visit The Leaky Cauldron daily. You've met other Harry Potter fans from online in real life. You've participated in a Harry Potter RPG. You've dreamed about Harry Potter. You have a Harry Potter poster on your wall. Each Halloween, there's no question what you'll dress up as...! You've spent time doing a timeline to see if you would have been old enough to date a certain character when you were in high school. You've vacationed to London, simply to search for the Leaky Cauldron. You own a black lab named Sirius Black. You've knitted a Weasley sweater or Harry Potter scarf. You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to Harry Potter.

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You Know You're Addicted to Photoshop When...

You see the world with one eye and stock images with the other. When asked what the primary colors are, answer "RGB" You get the urge to 'fix' poor quality images. You start teaching your significant other to use this "evil" program and in the space of one afternoon convince them it's at least only quasi-evil in the face of PSP. You ramble about a breakthrough in the piece you're doing to people who have no idea in hell what you're talking about You ponder the meaning of existence without layers. You never leave the house without a digicam and notepad. You drop something and your brain tells you automatically "Ctrl-Z! Ctrl-Z!". When you realize it won't work, your brain tells you "Ctrl-Alt-Z! Ctrl-Alt-Z!" You're getting dressed for something important and you look in the mirror and realize you would look so much better if you could just tweak the levels a little and apply a slight gaussian blur. You stop on the street to rant about cheesey effects that should not be on professional posters. You scream out fonts as they appear on TV. You have dreams in "glowing edges" You're standing by the ocean and wondering who used Ocean Ripple. You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to Photoshop.

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You Are 20 Years Old

20 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

The True You

You want your girlfriend or boyfriend to be more relaxed, calm, and composed.

With respect to money, you spend as little as possible.

You think good luck doesn't exist - reality is built on practicalities.

The hidden side of your personality tends to be methodical in your ways - with trouble adapting to the rules of society.

You have a tendency to overdo things, but basically you value your friendships highly.

When it comes to finding a romantic partner, you base your search on information from your friends, and therefore you are still a virgin.

Who's the True You?

Got home at around five am. Just came from a despedida get-together with Che and Donna. Donna and I had planned this for weeks, with us sending text messeges to our kabarkadas, including JP who has been ignoring all our efforts to reach him (through email, Friendster, text and Yahoo Messenger).

And in case you just stumbled into this blog JP, may hinanakit kami sa iyo...

Also, I am dimly pleased that Donna would rather be bored with Che and me, than with anyone else.

From Manong Vin--


here's Twisted Halo's June sked so far:
June 13: Mayrics w/ kitchie nadal and hale
June 18: Market Market (Vicor promo gig w/ other Vicor bands like Pedicab etc around 4pm)
June 18: Fete de la Musique (rock stage)
June 22: Vicor Night @ gasoline alley galleria
June 23: Vicor night @ Gweilo's Eastwood
June 24: Admit One @ saGuijo
June 29: Halo bar makati w/ Pedicab & Itchyworms
July 8-9: Davao City

Pls help spread the word thanks!

The Friday night out was a blast!

I started my day by travelling almost three hours to South Super highway and headed to Magallanes next. Then I had to drop by Glorietta to pick up my ID but found instead Verns, saying that the IDs weren't readfy yet. Darnit.

So I won't waste time, I accompanied her to Las Piñas (Pamplona, near Pol Medina Jr's house) where we did an interview with the head people of an animation school/production team. Verns kept on giving hints for them to look at the sketch I brought along, until they just asked me to hand it over. Afer scanning the pages one of them remarked, "Pwede ka na! Pwede ka nang mag-enroll sa Professional Animator Assistant!" And nothing could have swiped my smile of my face. Booyah!

After that I headed over to Megamall to meet up with Carol, Elad, Mimay, Brian and Dar so we all could watch the Bamboo album launch with Sugar Free and Hale.

Unfortunately since I got there late (by an hour or so), Sugar Free and Hale have already performed and have already left. Too bad for Brian who brought his CDs to have them signed. The street surrounding the mall was seriously crowded also because another event was taking place near the EDSA area, the SMB Play concert.
And then droplets of water began falling from the sky. I guess nobody wanted to get wet and squeeze into the crowd of smelly, black-garbed teenagers so we all decided to ditch the event altogether. We wento the MiniStop behind the Raffles building, where Mimay, Brian and I used to eat lunch when we were still working for that call center. But after a round of card game (which I didn't join) a sikyu spotted us and beckoned us to leave.

So we ended up in Baywalk. Had iced tea -lotsa ice- and chatted. We laughed our heads off and I loved every minute of seeing that my two groups of friends were meshing like the sunrise by the Manila Bay. We're definitely doing this again!

Fete dela Musique!

Been staying over at my kuya's place in Fairview to babysit my pamangkins, getting to live the life of complete monotony and boredom. Sure they got cable, but cable can get dragging and boring, kept on catching reruns and funky animes (and I mean funky in the bad way).

With kids you'd think you're gonna get a little change every now and then, but no. They prefer to eat the same stuff my sister-in-law bought, and it kicks me in the ass every time I cook hotdogs, noodles, pancit cantons and corned beef. And the oily stench of frying stuff over and over have begun to permanently cling to my nostrils. They spend the entire day watching TV, and honestly I can't think of anything to make them do than "Paki-fix 'yung table" and paki-dampou ang kinalat n'yo.

Oh and since my brother left his laptop I've managed to play a little and do some "art" between frying stuff and wiping the wet floor (it rained e). Here is all I've managed to squeeze outta my unchallenged skull...

What does a forwarded email message say about me?

JULY:

Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.

NEXT GIG/CONCERT:

Fete de la Musique
June 18
Fete de la Musique

Had a blast last night.

Wow, my first Admit One gig in six months. My last was the Admit One third anniversary in Freedom Bar where I went with my Neo Paradiso buddies. And for last night, it was Ebe's birthday party. And it was one hechuva party! I was suppoed to go there with Mimay , Carol or Verns and Lujene, but I no one confirmed, probably because of the rain.

But first I had to drop by the Tanduay office to pick up Ebe's gift so I could bring it to the gig. It rained damn hard, most of the streets were seriously flooded I had a feeling that something not right was gonna happen. Aba, tama ako! When I stepped into the office and asked the guards if Ms. W left my stuff, she didn't. And the rain blazed on outside, and left me wondering what to do.

Empty handed I marched through the drizzle to the highway and boarded a cab to Saguijo Cafe.

The place was packed when I got there but at least I found people to hang out and share a table with. Got there to find Gem, Irish, Lei, Sarge and Reza, so the night wasn't exactly a solo flight to rockdom.

First onstage was Junior Kilat another Cebuano band with a touch of dub. Then Pedicab came up next, with the bar jumping-jumping. However, it wasn't until Twisted Halo played that I started getting high (with the music, mind you).

I am reaffirming this:
TWISTED HALO IS MY FAVORITE BAND IN THE PLANET!
Sugar Free comes next only by a few inches.

Midweek [ FREE ] Gimik


Slap Shocked

It was only for the sake of our friendship that Mimay was able to drag me out on a midweek gimik to attend a gig featuring a band I'd never thought I'd actually watch live in a space as small as Mayric's.

Yes, I'm guilty of watching Slapshock live.

We were there as early as 9pm although the event was slated to start at 10. I had to pick up Mimay at that darn Hindot Strip...este, Indo's Strip in Baywalk and we trudged along to get to Mayric's. Where quite a few people have already invaded, but it was so smokey inside that we decided to get out and wait for the Slapstick mailing listers Mimay was supposed to meet.

These people were the nicest I've met in a gig (next to the Sugar Free listers, that is) and they were unexpectedly tame and pretty normal folks who just happen to like Slapshit's rap-metal music that have recently acquired an emo feel (don't quote me on that one, si Cocoy nagsabi n'yan.)

So as the gig progressed (but not after enduring a Virus Artist set), Mimay and a newfound "buddy" Cocoy (that's because he rarely talked and have this sort of fetish to just disappear and stay unmoving in a dark place for hours- creepy) stood by the bar's wall, watching all these young people mosh like hell. GENERAL RULE: You DO NOT mosh in a very small venue like Bigsky Mind, SaGuijo Cafe or Mayric's. You bob your head, sway a little, but no moshing.

Although the music isn't exactly what I wanted that night, the tempo was just right to move, something I rarely do nowadays, unless you count walk, sit and type. I got all sweaty and tired, apparently the mixture of heat, rapid movements and cigarette smoke can really tire you.



Sugar Free

Ah yes, another free gig. The Sugar Free EB/Lister's Night was definitely for the books. I wasn't supposed to attend it, but ended up being there because Carol and Mimay wanted to go. So I was in Mayric's again, with a bunch of mini party putos and a bilao of Spaghetti from Goldilocks.

I thought I was gonna have unlimited fun with the people I've met during the gigs. But the original hosts didn't show up...the bastards! So Carol and I ended up being hosts. Motherf@#%! I have never experienced a more shaky experience, literally I was shaking onstage with "This is isn't happening." and "Why am I even onstage to begin with?" I may have annoyed the audience a bit, though, but getting to annoy them was the least of my problems because I really wanted to get off the stage and watch the gig like a normal attendee.

So we blabbed onstage, played games and introduced bands like Pumping Pluto, And Bandang Shirley, Juana Salcedo and Moonstar88...oh and Mayonnaise also played, doing a cover of "Hari ng Sablay." Coolness.

And then Sugar Free finally came. I though I was finally sitting to watch a gig, but no, they launched their video for the song "Kwarto" and they needed someone to hold the faulty white trapal. They were mostly girls and small guys so I didn't have much of a choice. So as I was getting numb behind that thing, getting drenched with sweat, I could hear the crowd's oooh and aahs. Disappointing really, that I didn't get to see the video/s.

But it was fun to see old listers like Gela, Chelle (or Mico), Marian, Nato, Ai, Kat and Frances.

And then Vin and I got to chat and it dawned on me that the last Twisted Halo gig I attended was the Admit One anniversary. Sobrang laking utang ko sa kanya!


Next stop: Admit One this coming Saturday. Featuring Cambio, Twisted Halo, Happy Meals, Jr. Kilat, Itchyworms, Pedicab and Sugarfree.

The TV was on while I was typing my article, my brother is watching the A-Team and I just realized that I have no recallection of Mr. T to be this annoying. The loud-mouthed, accent-heavy black guy who is so damn loud you'd want to put your foot through the TV.

Your Birthdate: July 6

A birthday on the 6th of the month adds a tone of responsibility, helpfulness, and understanding to your natural inclinations. Those born on the sixth are more apt to be open and honest with everyone, and more caring about family and friends, too. This is a number associated with responsibility and caring - this birthday lends a degree of concern for others.

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

It's been a while since I last posted anything, medyo busy e. Pero astig, and ok lang kasi now I have no idea what to say.

I have been staying over at my brother's house in Fairview and of course I've been getting an overload of their cable. I have five new favorite shows now, which I don't think I'd be able to see once I returned to Angono.

Drawn Together is a neurotic cartoon about a bunch of housemates, all of which are spoofs of cartoon pop culture icons like Superman, Pikachu, Betty Boop and a nondescript princess presumably a parody of all the Walt Disney princesses.
Crank Yankers, a group of puppeteers wourk around the concept of making crank calls and the most bizarre situations and the puppets are the reminiscent of the Sesame Street group.
Shorties Watching Shorties showcases a group of stand up comics and their live recordings druing shows, accompanied by Flash animation.
The Joe Schmo Schow is a fake reality show where everyone are actors playing their own roles, playing around Matt, the only guy who thinks all is real in the show called Lap of Luxury.
The Man Show. I know the episodes being shown here are so old, they even have new hosts in the US, but thise show ROCKS! I don't know about the new episodes, but my new favorite host is Jimmy Kimmel, he's chauvinistic and probably one of the most offending sexist any female may have the opportunity to watch and he simply cracks me up. The show celebrates everything male, chauvinistic and beer chugging. The audience is mostly male and they all can be seen drinking beer, that alone keeps me smiling.

The following is a small portion of the interview I had with Myra "Skarlett" Ruaro of the skapunk band Brownbeat All-star. What was supposedly a two-question interview turned out to be the most insightful conversation with a musician I've ever had. I'm printing it in its raw, unedited form. Please take time to read.


Message for younger women?

Maraming aspect ang pagiging babae. Depende yan sa edad mo, ‘yung sa mga bata pa, tulad nga nung EP namin, if you look at it, it’s very woman. ‘Yung lyrics, ako, very ako. ‘Yung song namin na Ako Ito, is about ano ba ‘yung important sa mga bata? I went through a lot of experimentations, that’s ok as long as ang goal mo e hanapin ‘yung anong gusto mo. Hindi ‘yung direktor ka lang. Kasi there’s the unconscious effort na kung lagi kang lang drift nang drift, wala kang direksyon. Kasi dun sa freedom natin, kailangang meron kang bigger picture na tinitingnan. Kasi kung wala kang direksyon ang buhay mo at wala kang plano, walang mangyayari sa ‘yo. Hindi naman pwede ‘ung lakad ka lang nang lakad. Saan ka ba pupunta? “Wala lang.” Don’t waste your time trying to drift so far, kumbaga experiment but be keen about that. I-evaluate mo, “OK ba ito? Masaya ba ito? Makakatulong ba ito? E kung gusto kong maging ganito? Tama ba ito? Itong mga taong ito kaibigan ko ba mga ito?” I think kumbaga as a parent, paano ko ipapaintindi sa anak ko, kasi I’m writing about it now and I tell it to a lot of people, pero ang ultimate test d’yan is paano ko isasabuhay? Paano ko ipapaliwanag sa anak ko bilang nanay? So I’m preparing myself to be a good mother which I am now, and I’m proud to say that. And kung paano nga ako magiging kaibigan, anak, ka-tropa – ate ko din siguro anak ko paglaki di ba? So being a woman is sa wonderful experience, merong mga sentimental times, mga emo, merong mga not thinking about yourself na akala mo unconditional love pero definitely you have to respect and love yourself first before you can share love to others. Kapag wala ka noon, hollow ka lang e. ‘Yun nga ‘yung point nung Ako Ito, aralin mo muna sarili mo mabuti. Kasi two songs within one song ang Ako Ito, the English part in the middle part is called Unbound, pagdating mo sa Unbound you’ll see na wala s’yang koneksyon sa una pero makikita mo sa huli, kasi nag-start ‘yung story dun sa “Kabataan bakit kayo nagre-rebelde? Alin ba sa experience n’yo sa buhay n’yong nagagalit kayo? Alin dun? Sinisisi n’yo magulang n’yo? Pero nagagalit ka, and you’re not trying to let the good things come to you kasi pre-occupied ka sa anger mo.” So automatic sarado kayo e, kasi gumawa nang hindi maganda sa inyo kaya automatic sarado kaagad. And then kung dumarating ‘yung good, hindi mo nakikita. ‘Yon, ganun kasi ang ugali ko noon, ganoon ako noon. Ang tagal kong nilabanan ‘yon, pero hindi dapat ganon. The only way that you are going back to knowing yourself and loving yourself, you don’t love yourself if you don’t let yourself experience the good things. And if you deny the fact na ‘yung bad things at hindi mo ina-acknowledge na may makakatulong sa ‘yo. Akala mo lang ino-opress ka lagi, hindi mo nari-realize na ang pagmamahal mo ay magiging hedonist, which is hindi dapat. Loving yourself, to love others is different from “I love myself. I’ll do anything I want. Fuck all of you!” And you think you love yourself by doing that? Paano mo mamahalin ang sarili mo? Tanggalin mo mga pabigat! Man, nilalagyan mo sarili mo ng bagahe. Lumubog ka na. Tapos sasabihin mo, “Mahal ko sarili ko, ako lang ang nakakaintindi. Galit ako. Kaya ako nakaka-survive kasi I’m strong and because I’m angry.” Malakas ka pero galit, nakakatayo ka nga pero nakalaylay ka naman lagi. Bagahe ‘yun, everyday naka-simangot ka, ang pangit no’n. How would love yourself? It’s by forgiving, you have to break the chain of hate, and it has to start with you. It may take a lifetime but at least alam ng utak mo at may conscious effort ka na “Tama na mainis, tama na” tapos harap ka na uli. Ok lang magalit pero, pero h’wag mong ikimkim, palabasin mo kaagad. You better start forgiving. You better start believing, maniwala ka sa sarili mo na kaya mo mong baguhin. Kaya, kasi walang ibang unang kakausap sa ‘yo about it, ikaw din. Parang “Since gago ako ngayon, ganito aayusin ko na ito. Gusto ko nang baguhin ito.” Ganun. “Ako ito na nagbabago” Kinakanta ko din sa sarili ko ‘yan, tapos sana ‘yung ibang tao na makabasa nung lyrics kakantahin din ‘yon, kaya nga sana gusto ko kunin n’yo ‘yung lyrics tapos sabayan n’yo, unconsciously you’ll be feeding yourself “Ako ito na magbabago/Ako ito na matututo/Ako ito na binubuo ang pagkatao ko” Para s’yang mantra, everyday mo na sinasabi sa sarili mo, tapos you go around. It’s like meditation, kaya nga ang prayers, ang meditation ng kahit anong religion paulit-ulit ‘yan. It has to be repetitive, para maintindihan ng isang tao ‘yan, paulit-ulit munang kakantahin ‘yan bago pumasok sa kanya. ‘Yun ang goal namin. Na sana may bata na makarinig n’yan, kantahin habang papunta sa eskwela, tapos ‘yung mga yuppie na nagta-type or mga nasa call centers, tapos kakantahin nila, sana magkaroon ng effect sa kanila, magkaroon ng chain para hindi na masyadong galit ang mundo.

A couple of hours ago I attended HIMAYA, an event set up by NU107, over at Metrowalk. So the lineup consisted of female-fronted bands.

Purple. Cynthia Alexander. Narda. Imago. Barbie's Cradle. Brownbeat All-Star. Color It Red. The Late Isabel.

Since I went there to cover the event for a magazine, I got to approach and do an ambush interview session here and there.

I had the most insightful conversation with Myra "Skarlett" Ruaro.
I was too damn close to Barbie Almalbis, which I enjoyed.
I had a cutesy conversation with Ice from Purple, she's nice!


Wohoo!

What is hunger?

I'll tell you what is hunger.

It's when you came to a bar 10 minutes early for a scheduled interview with a primadonna musician who insists that it be done after two sets. You sit patiently -with your brain half-sleep, but you live in an entirely different region so you can't just hit the sack and your stomach grumbles madly but you swore not to spend any of your allowance because it's subject to liquidation. The sets finally finishes at 1:30 am, you've just waited two hours for a 10-minute interview. But the musician is nowhere to be found. You spot her laughing with friends over a round of drinks. You scratch your head and approach, the musician says, "Wait lang, give me 10 minutes." You head back to your seat. You know you're wasting time, but you can't just leave because that will deem you unprofessional (as if the musician's attitude wasn't). You crave for a decent conversation so you decide to head over to the bar and interview the bartender about their drinks. You ask, "So this has rum in it?" To which the bartender replies, "'Di ba i-interview-hin mo si ------? Aalis na, o." You make a run for it. The musician finally sits with you, as you take out your recorder more of the musician's friends arrive and they engage in small talk, you wait. At last they spot other friends and shoves off. Five minutes into the interview you notice that the musician does not really pay much attention, eyes trailing every now and then to the friends; and on the eighth minute you hear "Last question na 'to, a," and you're only halfway through the interview.

You leave the place unsatisfied with the interview, hunger numbing your gut and sleep preventing you focus. You finally decide to eat, but at that time no establishment is open. You decide you needed to sleep, but no public transportation, not even a cab in sight.

That's hunger, dammit.

The Emerald Knight. You possess one of the most
powerful weapons in the universe, and it is
powered by your will and imagination. You are
the Green Lantern, and no one can match your
creativity.


Which DC Super Hero Are You?
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Cool! Although I absolutely respect Hal Jordan's legacy, I'd rather be Kyle; he's young and he's a freelance graphic artist. Yeah.

Pipeline Revisited



While digging through my study table pile for white paper (to help in the Sugar Free EB paper drive) I found this artwork nestled between a yellowing copy of T3 and sheets of Darna sketches. I remember doing this a couple of months back. And since I wasn't doing anything and my brother's laptop happened to be downstairs, I decided to scan and color it.

It was a intended to be an indie graphic novel that I ambitiously planned to peddle around book stores and through friends.

I called the project Pipeline.
It was about Russel, a guy who just realized that the dream he's been chasing isn't really his own. He goes through one hell of a soul searching trip to Tagaytay and meets Bong, the suicidal guitarist of a famous band in the verge of breaking up, and Vera, a disgruntled news reporter who desperately wants to prove to the world her worth.

The story revolves around the Tagaytay countryside, an underground bar called The Fete (because I conceptualized the story during Fete de la Musique 2003) and in Russel's own home.

Obviously the project didn't push through. I dunno, everything seems like a blur now...maybe I just lost interest...or maybe I just thought myself to be too ambitious to even think about finishing something as big as this.

Ewan.

Late, laaaate REACTIONs

Naalala ko 'yung laban ni Manny "the Pacman" Pacquiao kay Erik "El Terible Morales"... Frankly I've never been a sports fan, unless you count those times noong high school na may crush ako sa Girl's Volleyball Team...at noong tumatambay kami sa stadium na overlooking 'yung swimming pool kung saan nagpi-PE ang mga babae. Other than those, ala na. Well siguro meron din pa-minsan minsang napapatunganga ako sa NCAA at NBA.

Pero iba ang boxing. I know I'm a fan of video game beat-'em-ups like Tekken, Street Fighter at Rival Schools. I enjoy watching action flicks. So siguro it'll come naturally na magugustuhan ko ang boxing...although hindi naman ako gaanong fanatic.

Umaga pa lang hinihintay ko na 'yung laban. Kinuha ko ang kabayong plantsahan at mga paplantsahing damit bilang excuse para mas malapit ako sa TV.

Lunch na pero nampucha, still no sign of Pacquiao. Iba naglalaban. Paubos na ang mga damit. Gutom na ako. Medyo naiirita na ako sa kahihintay.

At nagsalpukan din. Aray ko, 12 Rounds. OK sana kung may Round girls, kaso ala e.

OK naman 'yung mga kumento ng mga Commentators, sa comparison dinaan ang daldalan.

Pero nang dumating ang Round 5, hindi na ako masaya. Two reasons: (1)hindi na kasi gaanong kaganda ang mga sinasabi ng commentators -El Terible pa rin daw- at (2)ang pinakamasakit tanggapin e may putok na sa taas ng isang mata si Manny! Teka, the way I see it headbutt 'yun. Hindi daw. Pucha.

Anlabo. Nanginginig na ang gut ko. Malinaw na headbutt 'yon! Ah, ewan, sabi ko kaya pa ni Manny ang seven rounds, pero kapag nagpatuloy pang dumugo ang sugat n'ya ewan ko na lang. True enough, maya-maya lang, maraming salamat sa mga na-diskaril na kamao ni Morales, umagos na ang dugo sa mukha ng Pinoy.

Nakakaawa na tingnan, parang ang sarap lusubin at hamunin ng sapakan bigla si Morales...pero naisip kong sapakan nga naman ang nature ng boxing, so I pseudo-forgave him.

By round ten, Manny's face had become so swollen you can easily teach facial anatomy, complete with contours and facial fats. Tagaktak ang pawis, at halata nang nahihilo na. Pero go pa din! Pinoy talaga.

What I absolutely like about Manny's technique -and it's consistent sa lahat ng mga laban n'ya- ay 'yung mga tumutusok na suntok n'ya. 'Yun bang mga sapak na halos harangin na ni Morales 'yung mga bira n'ya pero makikita mo na lang 'yung boxing glove n'ya streaking its way to slam onto his opponent's face.

Medyo gumaan ang hinanakit ko nang sabihin ng commentator na, "Erik Morales has never faced an opponent this fast..." or something to that effect. Naks! Nakangiti na ako, kasi sunud-sunod na ang mga bira ni Pacman. Nagsisimula nang mag-play ang Lupang Hinirang sa ulo ko at nai-image ko na si Manny na tumatakbo sa llob ng ring habang winawagyway ang Philippine flag - mga flashback nung matalo n'ya si Barrera. Biruin mo nga namang isang Pinoy ang makakatalo kay Erik Morales. Kahit na nakakaawa nang tingnan si Manny...

...nang biglang pumasok ang bayaw ko at sinabi, "Late telecast pala 'yan. Tapos na daw 'yung laban. Natalo si Pacquiao."

PUCHA.

For no apparent reason at all...until further notice...


This blog will be in TAGLISH!

Alang kokontra!

Me Angal?

Thought so!

bad joke

A couple of weeks back I was having this phone conversation with Her and she was telling about finally getting to talk to an old friend, whom she invited to her kid's christening. Then she mentioned that friend, who was surprised that she already has a child, had asked who the dad was. Instead of just listening quietly I replied:

"E 'di sana sinabi mo ako tatay n'ya. Kakulay ko naman, e."

It was a just a little joke meant to brighten up an otherwise sour story telling session. Nevertheless she went quiet. We both did. I guess she didn't know what or how to reply. And I was in total shock over what I just said.

The joke wasn't really funny at all. My stupid mouth.



weird dream
An obscure dream is often characterized in the movies by psychedelic color schemes and bizarre images popping in and out of the dreamer's consciousness. My dream, last week, had none of those but was just as obscure.

I was standing in the middle of some unrecognizable room, carrying a small, sleeping child (around 1 year old). I [think] I was humming him to sleep. I knew it was a "him." And then the doors creaks open and out comes She, who approached us and took the child in her own arms while saying:

"Halika na, baby. Pagod na si Daddy, e."

When I woke I up I spent a good ten minutes thinking about the dream. Was that my repression screaming, making its presence known? Or is it simply my desire to start a family with Her?

Did I say, "start a family?" I've really gone insane. Nah, as much as I would deny this, truth is that I really do want to settle down. But my financial situation is really not ideal for marriage.

But still, I wouldn't mind raising a child not of my own. I spent months taking care of my nephew, how's her kid gonna be any different?

I need someone to talk to, specifically male belonging to the same age group. Because let's face it every guy needs a support group.
Wacko is now based in Cebu.
Elad is so busy with his thesis.
Who am I left to confide to?