Monday, June 30, 2008

It's Not the Same Anymore

I am home before midnight on a Saturday. When Chri pulled up at my favorite taxi stand to drop me off, there were no lines of empty cabs with drivers sleeping at the wheel. The drugstore is actually open, and there were lots of vehicles on the busy intersection. I had to stand there for a while before an empty cab stopped for me. I looked at my watch: 11:48 pm. No way.

The usual scene on a Saturday night is nothing like that. For one, it’s not Saturday anymore. The first 3 hours of Sundays are spent doing whatever. Chri and Fifi drops me off in front of a closed drugstore, and I have to wake up the cab driver. The intersection is deserted, and I never experience traffic along Rizal Avenue on the way home.

To be fair, we’ve been together since 4pm. We ate at Bellini’s (pizza, pasta, and focaccia bread, so there was a lot of carb crashing later on), did some stuff for LoFi, some half-hearted portrait shots, speed-drank frappuccinos, pigged out on free popcorn at the Platinum Lounge while waiting for the power to come back, and sprawled on Lazy Boys while watching Angelina Jolie curve the bullet.

Digression: She was so cool in that movie Wanted – she’d bring out a sandwich while people were trying to kill each other in front of her. She made her cars drift and flip midair while holding a gun in each hand. She still had smoky eyes and matte foundation even if the train plunged 300 feet down a cliff, and only suffered a bleeding brow. I want to marry her even if I’m straight.

Anyway. By half past midnight I was ready for bed and ready to write. Then that evil PSP called me, “Hey bitch, pick me up!” so I did and spent 2 hours playing Patapon, which you should try playing too. There’s nothing like walking eyeballs with spears and a battle song to perk you up. That pata-pata-pata-pon song is still looping in my head.

Friday, June 27, 2008


Because I feel that I'm not doing enough, a few months ago I volunteered to head the third issue of LoFi, the official online magazine of Lomomanila. Before the first meeting for the issue, I was regretting my decision to do something that's already been done before. Duh, we're third.

But when ideas went flying and people's minds hit the high gears I was glad I'm part of this issue. Most of the people behind this issue are writers and artists. The articles are at best excellent and at the least, funny. Of course, this is mainly a photography magazine. Most of the pictures were especially shot for the issue, and I promise it will rock your world. We got lucky with our models, I guess.

We're on the last leg of the dirty work, and we're layouting next week, hopefully. Watch out for it.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Get Out, Get Out, Get Out

To those people who keep on pestering me about my civil status, my God, don't you have anything better to do? Tell you what, would you be insulted if I told you that I will never ever ever exchange lives with you in a million years, for a million dollars, or in exchange for a million other things? No.

Pesterer No. 1: You're a single mom whose boyfriend left you the moment the line went pink, and by the way, didn't he owe you a lot of money? Now you look 10 years older, you don't have a life, and you derive joy from teleseryes. No, thank you.

Pesterer No. 2: You're married with a 19-year old daughter who is now living with her boyfriend, also a student. Of course you don't know this, because when you come visit everything is in order. Yuh-uh. We know where she keeps the condoms, so shut up. I don't want your problems.

Pesterer No. 3: You're a silly old spinster whose joy in life is to cross-stitch cats and angels. I really don't care much about your opinion but when you try to scare me with what your life is like now, I only have more drive to really live my life now.

Pesterer No. 4: You were 38 when you finally got married (to your great joy), and you flaunt it to the world, especially to those who are still single. You freak, your husband looks like a tumor and last I heard he was pilfering your inheritance. So, no. Yuck, no.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008


I have lost all will to move. All I want to do is lie down on my three pillows with my PSP and render my fingers numb from playing too much (I have something like 30 PSP games on my hard drive). But then again real life hardly ever let me do that, not even on a rainy and typhoon-infested weekend.

I like my bed too much but who was it again that said "Early to bed and early to rise makes one a loser"? If that's the only condition then I'm very very far from being one. While getting dressed in the morning I gaze longingly at my beautifully rumpled bed, like it's calling me back telling me to spend more time with it. I'd love to, really really, but life as I know it would have to cease.

I haven't even turned on the TV and DVD player for the past two weeks. I have too many things vying for my short attention span. I shouldn't have bought all those gadgets, because recently whenever I'm alone in my room I want total silence. Then I think of the money I spent on those things so I have to justify the needless spending by using them. At one point on my way to Baguio I was listening to my iPod while popping bubbles on the PSP.

It's stimuli overload, and my brain is screaming. Strangely, I like my life the way it is now.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Minus One

Fifi had left the Alkies temporarily. She promised she’d be back for the Halloween ball, and she’d better because she’ll miss seeing Giff as the Horizon Perfekt.

So what happened during all those times I haven’t blogged? Let’s see. I finally met Dennis Trillo. It was planned but it happened so fast until now I’m not sure it actually took place, if not for the evidence. (I’m crossing my fingers they have corrected the credits for that article.)

The shoot was originally to be a part of a series but by the time I found the right people to call, summer was over. So a new series was created and he was the first to be in it.

I was nervous because the angle would be his musician side, and he’d be playing the drums (thanks F for the idea), and naturally the interview would center on music. I admit my choices are mostly limited to the music of the bands we usually go to see, and some others I find out through friends.

Dennis, however, likes the heavy metal and classic rock stuff and I’m an idiot when it comes to those things. I had to Google most of the bands he mentioned – the first thing that came to mind (it stayed in my mind) when he mentioned Eyehategod is “why do you hate God”? He had to spell it out.

Finally, I can cross it out my list. Next in line would be Brad Pitt, but world peace might be achieved first before I can ever go near him.

Saturday, June 21, 2008

We'll See You in September

Fifi has left the building.

We will miss you Fi. Remember your first task: buy a ticket to Manila.

Friday, June 20, 2008

Wait, Wait, Wait

I apologize for not being able to update much this past week. It's just that Fifi is leaving for the States tomorrow(!), so when the Alkies are not with Fifi we're trying to keep our brains from exploding. I guess we're just not used to seeing an Alkie canoodling with a boyfriend.

I'll write more in the next few days, I'll even tell you about Dennis Trillo.

Friday, June 13, 2008

Hello Freddy Krueger

It's Friday the 13th, and keeping in tradition with the reputation of this day, I have three articles to write before noon tomorrow. But before that, to make it more difficult to meet the deadlines, Mozzie has a gig tonight for RockEd. That means going home at dawn and of course I can't write just like that.

And I just wasted how many minutes writing this shit.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Some I Don't Knows

There are a lot of things on my mind, things that aren't really real or tangible, but in my mind they're ever-present and on constant heart-tug alert. When I finally get a break I confront these thoughts, and when I do they don't seem that important anymore.

You know the feeling when you finally lock the door behind you and you remember something you didn't do (but not something like leaving the stove on or the flat iron plugged), and it stays with you the whole day. Then you get home, finally do the thing, and it dawns on you that it wasn't that urgent anyway.

Things like forgetting to water the plant again, for the third day already. Or throwing out expired lotions and creams, or filling the ice trays. Those kind of things.

I don't water my plant everyday because it's a cactus, and I don't have expired lotion and cream (I use them all), and I don't care about the ice trays. It's something else. Like finally writing that thesis. Or saving up for the Big Trip. Or Taking the Big Leap.

It's not urgent nor important, because in my book Urgent and Important carries with them 3 kinds of consequences if not done:

1. Someone will die, either me or someone else.
2. Losing a substantial amount of money, or equivalent in kind.
3. Will endanger my personal relationship with people I care about.

Obviously, those things I mentioned are even trivial for some people. But there are those nights when I lie awake in bed seriously thinking if I need to start getting my hands dirty again.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

What a Wonderful World

It's good to live in a world where, when asked who am I waiting for, I would reply "Dennis Trillo" and I would totally be telling the truth.

Dreams do come true.

Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Baguio, Continued

The next day the Alkies woke up at noon since our post-party fare of lechon kawali and liempo at 3am made us catatonic. We headed to Sizzling Steaks to eat meat the size of our faces, because we were vegged out the previous day.

Chri chose to wander among used clothing while the rest of us went to Camp John Hay for a round of mini golf. I don't know who won (it's probably Fifi), but I still have the score sheet and the images of the ugly, ugly animal sculptures imprinted in my subconcious.

We got hungry so we bought supplies from Starbucks and House of Waffles to eat at the picnic tables near the gate. We had fun camwhoring and shooting the music video for Oliver with a Twist.

I have a bone to pick with House of Waffles though: THAT WAS NOT GRILLED CHEESE. It's not, it's not, it's not. You charge your unsuspecting customers 160 bucks plus tax for that crapola sandwich? For that price you could have piled ham and bacon and mushrooms between the two slices of generic white bread and it still wouldn't cost 160.

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Lomo North Pole

Lomomanila opened it's first official out-of-town exhibit Lomo Elemento last May 31 at the Victor Oteyza Cultural Artspace (VOCAS) in Baguio. VOCAS is owned by the legendary Kidlat Tahimik, and it's awesome. If you've ever been there you will know what I'm talking about - located in the top floor of the La Azotea Building along Session Road, the space was done like a fantasy movie set.

Mozzie, Top Junk, and the SpaceFlower Show played, and as usual it was a rockin' night for everybody. Even Kawayan and Kabunyan were jumping and dancing around.

Many thanks to Tuesday for organizing the successful event and the de Guia family for having Lomomanila.

Credits: Panography by Kitkat, Lomowall by Olie, and group photo by Kha.

Monday, June 02, 2008

In Bed With

So I never got to ask him those questions, except for whether he's single, period. And where he goes to watch movies. His favorite place. And a lot more things that never saw print.

I asked, and he talked. With the Alkies listening at the next table.