Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Iced Tea Flowed Oh So Freely

I'm back in the real world, and in my real world I'm always six feet under papers. It's difficult to comprehend that just a few days ago I was just cursing the rain in Boracay, and now I'm cursing the heat in the city. Boracay and rain don't really go together you see.

The 2008 Nestea Beach Volleyball was fun, and I had a chance to meet other writers. It was a little weird to see my name clumped together with Maurice Arcache under the Inquirer delegation, and I didn't even see the guy until the last day.


And because I love you all, these are for you:



I don't know who the girls are, but that delicious morsel is Will Devaughn. Worth the rain, dude, so worth the rain.

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Twilight Zoning

In what universe does it rain very hard on a Saturday night in Boracay at the height of summer?

We're stuck here in an Internet shop waiting for the stupid rain to stop so Parokya can start rocking. Last night we were stuck in Jonah's when it rained, and we had to take the trike back to Mandarin so we can bother Gab in their room.

I wanna go, I'm bored and I want to go. Now. I'm throwing tantrums left and right, and if you're hit by one, I'm so sorry. I hate the rain.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Key of C

I turned a year older last night with the Alkies -- in front of a Starbucks, with a motley assortment of food to accompany our coffee: spring rolls, baby back ribs, corn, rice, Krispy Kreme, and a smooshed Cupcake by Sonja. Thank you Pammy, for shooting 11 restaurants in one day.

Before Starbucks, Mozzie had a gig at MagNet Katipunan and we had a chance to see June Millington play. She's this grand lady rocker who could be 60 (I'm not sure, ok) but she can still wield her guitar. She invited people to jam with her.

Drummers drummed and June played. Then someone in the audience pushed Cynthia Alexander to the stage to jam with Ms. Millington. All of a sudden, it was Cynthia's show. I was confused -- wasn't it June's show? I'm not a musician, but I understand that if you're invited to jam, you don't play songs from your first album. Twice. June was jamming with Cynthia.

And when you borrow someone's guitar so you can play songs from your albums, you don't blame the guitar loudly because you can't get your treh-bel. You're supposed to thank the owner of the guitar, not hand it just like that to the nearest person as if she's your roadie.

I don't know Cynthia Alexander personally. I'm not going to pretend, I don't get her music and it's not really the type of songs I would put in my iPod, but I know that she's a musical icon and all that.

I just didn't expect her to behave that way.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

How to Ambush People

I had the honor of meeting and interviewing Batjay, although I apologize because he was just out for dinner with friends and I crashed it with my notebook and tape recorder on hand.

It was a great (and fun) interview, and it was hard condensing 45 minutes of conversation to 4k characters or less.

Read the interview here.

In the Still of the Room

For this birthday there will be no introspection, no self-examination, no planning for the future, and no emotional crap.

I just don’t have the time. There are a gazillion things to do here and there, and the moment my head hits the pillow I lose consciousness. I couldn’t even change bags – the effort of dumping my garbage from one bag to another is just too much.

I’m seriously, seriously considering taking the giant leap of faith. I know responsible adults don’t do that, but I fear I’m running out of time. When would I have the courage to finally jump anyway?

A friend predicted something wonderful for me, and I fear it won’t come true if I stay where I am. Maybe for once in my life I should do something that I love, and not just something that I need to do. If I’m way out of my head for doing it, then I don’t have anybody to blame but myself.

I can rant all I want, but at the end of the day it’s really my call. I just hope that I can find the strength, and soon.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Taguan

Hey.

Yes, you. (Not you, loser.)

I know you're reading this. So how are you? The last time I saw you was what, nearly 3 years ago? And I was fucking crying because I lost something, and you brought me spaghetti. How well you know me. Maybe you thought I was that stupid to do something even more stupid.

You were right.

But not anymore.

You told me to always choose to be happy, and I'm spreading that gospel.

Take care.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Not Complaining

I haven't been able to write something with more sense lately, since I feel my brain is inside a broken dryer. It won't stop spinning and it's too hot inside my head. Maybe it's the weather, maybe it's the lack of sleep.

I'm all out of things to say, things you'd want to read anyway. If I forced myself to write it would be like this: Woke up, too sleepy, morning rituals, went to work, too many papers, lunch, too many papers, tired. Went home.

Saturday night the Alkies were complete for once (there's always someone missing) and we ate at Italianni's for carb overload. We then went to Warehouse 135, where we were duped into clubbing again. Pammy was extremely bored and yawned too often that her 1980's makeup was smudged. So she turned to beer.

I saw someone I haven't seen for a long time, and surprisingly, I didn't care. After all the house music and the overpriced alcohol someone thought of eating. North Park would always be the comfort food of nocturnal beings like us, so that before we finally plop down to bed with the sun's first rays streaming inside the room, we can lose consciousness with a happy tummy.

We saw Boleyn Girl the other night (or was it last night?) and I therefore conclude that those blue bloods are way too screwed up. King Henry VIII would do anything for some vajayjay, and that includes breaking up with the Pope and consequently, changing England forever. It's just another reminder that sex is power.

Thankfully Behrouz was open. I'm a little glad ox brain was not available, after all those beheadings.

Priorities

I ran out of shampoo and conditioner and have resorted to my stock of free samples. Whenever I get out of the house I remind myself to stop by a drugstore so I can buy some. Then at the end of the day, I come home with a new backpack, an external drive and chinelas.

What is wrong with me?

Friday, April 18, 2008

The Clock Struck Midnight

Another interesting Friday night. After downing dangerous quantities of fishballs at UP and the tour of the UP Shopping Center (I missed it terribly), we proceeded to Chocolate Kiss for real food. I had my favorite Kalbi Chim, Fifi had Hainanese Chicken, Chri had Hickory Spareribs, and Romer tried the new Korean Sukiyaki.

We polished it off with Dayap Cake and bottomless iced tea. I felt like I was up to here with food.

Then we went home and now I'm warming up for real writing. I don't remember the last time we went out for a real Friday night, seems like the past few Fridays were always spent working.

Wait, I have buttered corn on the cob waiting for me. See you later.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

The World Peace Category

We don't always have to ask for something, we can also give thanks for the blessings that come our way.

For setting my life straight again.
For realizing what I've done wrong.
For taking out the unnecessary and the excess.
For my family.
For Abby and Joaquin and my in-laws.
For having true friends.
And finding new ones.
For the new adventures and experiences.
For making my dreams come true.
For the understanding and second chances.
For closures.
For having the means to get the things I need and want.
For the serenity and peace of mind that I now enjoy.
Less clutter.
No more baggages.

Thank you.

Clubbed Heads

Since we looked ok in the picture that appeared on Super last Saturday, here is a picture of what we really did in Embassy. Photos by Chri.

Friday, April 11, 2008

The Annual Wishlist

Since I never really get most things from my birthday wishlist because they're all too expensive (I end up buying them myself), here are my Things to Buy for the Coming Year:

  1. Canon 50mm EF 1.8
  2. 135 films, lots and lots of.
  3. I'm thinking of a Horizon Perfekt, but I'd rather get a higher-end DSLR.
  4. New books (I haven't read anything substantial the past year)
  5. A new digital point-and-shoot, the smaller and lighter, the better.
  6. Camper shoes (cute, cute stuff at 30% off)
  7. Finally getting my own domain name.
  8. A new bed.
  9. New notebooks and pens.
  10. More trips here and abroad.
  11. One full day at the spa.
  12. Alfred Vargas
  13. DENNIS TRILLO
  14. EDIT: A new cheap, non-dugyut Nokia or Ericsson phone.

Pfft

I could have been in Bora now with Pam and Jill. But nooooo... I still have to do this Subic thing and deal with the Account Executive with Short Term Memory Loss.

And games, we still have to think of games. Maybe we can play Patintero or Agawang Base instead because my brain is fried from the all the thinking, God, the thinking.

I hope nothing goes wrong tomorrow because already a killer migraine is on its way to torture me.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Surf, Click, Haggle, Line Up and Pay

Ebay.ph's bustling market is nothing compared to the online tiangge that is Multiply. Yesterday at 2BU!

Online Shopping in Multiply
How to Shop Online
How to Sell Online

Thanks to the people I interviewed. Now go shop.

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Don't Tell Dennis Trillo

I almost never go clubbing. But when Pammy invited the Alkies as her cheering squad for the Nokia Soul of the Night Award Thing (I don’t remember what it’s actually called) at Embassy, we went, but not before discussing at length what clubwear means.

Anyway, we were inside the club when Giff pointed out someone to me. It was Alfred Vargas, whom I found cute from Pam’s race pictures. I didn’t really know who he was before, because I hardly watch TV.

He sat in the next booth talking to his artista friends (including Geoff Eigenmann, Pam’s partner) and just chilled, but I was very conscious that he was there.

Finally Marc Nelson (why is he that good looking?) and Rovilson went onstage to do their thing, and the race footage was shown on the screens. I was sitting there watching and shouting “Go, Pammy!” once in a while, when someone sat down beside me on the floor.

It. Was. Alfred.

I looked at Jason helplessly. What should I do? Should I talk to him? He seemed busy watching. Should I offer him a drink? No. Should I touch his hair? Very tempting.

He was so pretty.

Focus. I’m here for Pam. “Go Pammy!”

Finally the video ended and he went back to his seat. I didn’t care; I could tell my friends we watched it together. Technically, it’s true.

The awarding ceremonies continued, and Pam and Geoff won Best T-Shirt Design or something like that. They made matching shirts with “Insomniacs Unite” written on it.

I went to the bathroom for a bit and when I came back Alfred was in the middle of the stage holding a giant check for 100 thousand bucks. Oh no, Pammy will get to use her sad face.

The contestants went back to their support groups for proper counseling (meaning Pam used her sad face on us and we laughed and took pictures). I was standing there when Alfred made his way back to his seat, and he looked at me and smiled. I smiled back.

Moment ko na yun.

Then he put his arms around me and asked me if I would marry him. Although that would be my version.

The Alkies’ version would be the following: Pammy saw me having my moment, called Alfred to pose beside me, took our picture, and then he left.

We left the club and drowned ourselves in minestrone, porkchops, buffalo wings and hamburger at the Filling Station, laughed at Waldo and her accent and threatened the staff for not selling us the old Coke bottles.

P.S.: Congratulations Pammy Whammy, who cares if you can't go to Macau; you still got to exchange shirts with Geoff.

I Speak With Authority

I was sooo sleepy when I wrote this one, and reading it now I don't remember much about it. It's like reading someone else's work, but too familiar to be blamed on someone else. Mine or not, I stand by it.

So go ahead and think things over.

P.S.: A is for Alfred. B is for Baduy. C is for Cute. D is for Dammit He Sat Beside Me. Details later, or tomorrow. Whatever.

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Clueless

Fronting for Swing Out Sister's concert last night (thanks Mark and Araneta Center) was Faith Cuneta, and we're all "Sino sya?" We were all clueless who she is and why was she picked for the job, but someone said that she sang telenovela themesongs for GMA 7.

Like we care, and like that's a justification. Anyway.

Being the mean, evil bitches that we were, we made fun of her every song (well, she sang Dreaming, I must be dreaming... whatever that song was, it was very boring), and of the way she sang. Yeah we can't hit her high notes but we don't perform for money either. I'm sorry but that's part of fronting, you get booed onstage so the main event can start.

So she was making small talk to the audience between songs, and she thanked the producer for bringing her there. And then she proceeded to say something that made us all cringe:

"I used to sing in lounges for four hours straight, and I got paid a thousand bucks. Now I'm in Araneta for 30 minutes, and I got paid a LOT of money." Then she made the money sign.

Oh my God. Idiot, idiot, idiot.

When you're a professional singer (albeit not a popular one) you don't diss your previous jobs in the form of a spiel onstage. It's very rude and unprofessional. You especially don't discuss money (!) when performing. It's not funny and I'm sure your manager wanted to stuff your mouth with bubble wrap for saying that.

Saturday, April 05, 2008

All Out

Done with the articles.
Three hours of sleep.
No breakfast, no lunch.
Haven't eaten for the day.
Sooo sleepy.
But too hot.
What to do?

Friday, April 04, 2008

Winging It. Again.

I have five articles to finish in less than 12 hours, and between this entry and talking to Pammy and Fifi and checking Multiply every now and then, I don't know if I'll make it.

There's a plan to have breakfast at dawn, if we still can. But right now I'm trying to banish the memory of that night involving the Alkies, beer, pizza, and two Parokya members.

Demyoooo.

EDIT: It's a Friday and we're all working, not out and drinking. Whatever happened?

Find Me


I am in the picture, click to enlarge.
Ah, the beauty of 8 megapixels.

Anyway.

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Bailey's Endorsers


From left to right: Jill, Jake, Chips and Raena.
Dati kasabay ko lang silang kumain ng noodles sa Hap Chan, magshoot for Cinemalomo, magyosi sa veranda ng MagNet, at magpalapastangan sa Pulag. Ngayon my print ad na. Shet.

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

A Fool is a Fool Until Someone Believes Him

You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm.
- Colette (1873 - 1954), in New York World-Telegram and Sun, 1961


We all make mistakes. Someone said that everybody is allowed one major mistake in their lives, it's either you die from it or you survive and learn your lesson.

I want to believe that I've already made mine, and I have a shirt at home that says "I Survived". Naturally that experience has made me very wary, but not to the point that I am cynical about things.

Still, I'm not immune from making stupid decisions in the future. Maybe I'm already making it now, who knows? I don't, and it's a very different feeling than consciously making the wrong decision.

In a few weeks I will turn another year older, and definitely wiser. The past year has been great -- new things, new places, new experiences, new friends.

There were no psychos to deal with, no egos to stroke, and best of all I lived my life exactly the way I wanted it. No excess baggages and all that shit.

Sure there were humps and potholes along the way, but life would be the most boring of roads to drive on if there were none. Makes you sleep on the wheel, and we know what sleeping while driving results to.

I hope life will continue to be kind to me, I don't ask for anything outrageous anyway. If I will once more stumble and fall, then I will have fun projectile-diving through the air.