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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
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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.