Saturday, November 29, 2003
My New Baby
I have a new baby! He's small, and cute, and sleek. Nino and I went to pick him out yesterday. When I held him in my hands, we bonded instantly. I immediately decided to take him home with me, and even subscribed to a two-year insurance plan for him. He came with a free carrying bag. I cradled him in my arms when we got home.
His name is Sony DCR-TRV33 MiniDV Handycam Camcorder .
I'm in love.
NU Rock Awards
Went to my 3rd NU Rock Awards last Wednesday. I wasn't planning to go because I only had one reason to: to see Razorback play. I wasn't going to travel that far for one band. Alas, Nino all of a sudden decided he wanted to go. What could I do. :-p
I remember it was only a year ago that Nino won the NU Bassist of the Year award. We knew each other then because we'd see each other around school but we weren't really friends. I had the hugest crush on him though, and all my companions were poking me in the ribs when he won.
One year later, we show up at the next Rock Awards together. Like a happy ending hehe.
We hung around backstage before the show began, and to my great kilig Nino introduced me to RAZORBACK: David Aguirre, Louie Talan, Brian Velasco, and Tirso Ripol (I've always loved that name)! Ang po-pogi nilang lahat! Now as I mentioned in an earlier entry, I sent David Aguirre a Friendster message once saying I was a fan-girl and asking if he could Friend me. He agreed, much to my kilig. I even wrote him a fan-testimonial. However, although I am a tittering fan-girl on my blog and on Friendster, I am more restrained and reserved when I am actually faced with my object of fandom. No, I didn't behave like a gushing fan. My dignity kept me from doing so.
We spent the next quarter of the night at the Red Horse Greyhoundz/Cheese Autograph-signing Booth with Reg the Greyhoundz singer, Ian of Cheese, Patrick the manager, and the Cheese DJ (whatsisname?). The Red Horse was free flowing and I got rather drunk (ok, very drunk). But not as drunk as Nino whom I had to guide through the crowd because he was walking into metal railings (I don't think he remembers this).
To my great joy, Narda won the In the Raw award. Yahoo! Katwo, the lead singer, has been my schoolmate/classmate since we were 5 years old in Prep A at School of the Holy Spirit. I was so proud!!!
Razorback gave a good performance of "Dagat ng Pag-asa". Afterwards, Kevin Roy (*sigh*) went up to Nino to talk to him and he didn't seem as masungit as the past few times I've seen him (did I detect a smile there?).
My night was made!!!
3rd World Amusement Park
The next day, I hied off to Star City with MYX and with Nino who decided to come along. It was quite an experience.
Highlights of the day were the "Little Mermaid" ride, the "Kilabot ng Mummy" horror house, and the "Gabi ng Lagim" horror house.
Okay first of all, not even Disney Land has a "Little Mermaid" ride. It is obviously unlicensed/pirated. It consists of riding on a round, shell-like boat through a winding tunnel, depicting the Disney version of the story of the Little Mermaid. The statues were made of balsa foam (I think) and were all hilariously disfigured, almost grotesque. There was creative use of blue and green flood lights for the lighting but you could see the light source. Ariel, the fishes, and the other mermaid statues would move awkwardly and jerkily, as if having a seizure, through a mechanism of wheels, nylon string, and barbeque sticks.
Don't get me wrong, I found it quite ingenious and I was genuinely impressed. It was one of those creative wonders of the 3rd world: pirated/unlicensed, extremely resourceful (in a low-tech way), and slightly behind the times (hindi na uso ang "Little Mermaid").
I recommend you all check out the "Gabi ng Lagim" horror house. I wouldn't be able to walk through that thing by myself. It's really scary, and it's Filipino folk-horror too, which makes it scarier (screw vampires and werewolves, they do not compare). It'll definitely get your adrenaline running, and even the most stoic of people will scream and jump every 5 seconds.
I cannot describe the feeling of being in a horror house. It's a mix of nervousness, and dread, and yet everything is strangely funny. After every scream, you laugh hysterically over how silly you are for being afraid. We all know it's not real, but while it's happening, it's as real as can be.
We all emerged laughing and cheering wildly.
Afterwards, we had dinner along Roxas Blvd., by the bay. It's a really pretty place, clean and safe. A good date spot.
FPJ, kung nagbabasa ka ng blog ko, huwag ka nang tumakbo!!! Maawa ka sa bansa natin!
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Thursday, November 27, 2003
Hay nako. Some one has typed on my comment box twice, pretending to be me. Its such a hassle, know what I mean? I mean, what's the point? Ano ba? Walang magawa? Why doesn't he just start his own blog?
I'm just trying to maintain a site here and I get all these people trying to giving me shit.
Anyways, don't always believe that it's me replying on the guest book.
"The Bug"
There you go, guys. I've tried refreshing the entire site. If that didn't work, I don't know what's wrong with it :-p The weird thing is, I have tried viewing the site on both Mac and PC, on Internet Explorer, Netscape, and Safari. It registers normally on all my computers and browers. That is so odd.l
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Tuesday, November 25, 2003
Virtual Ala
I got this fromMarla's Blog and I thought it was pretty cool. Here is virtual Ala (a half-naked one at that).
I guess she does kind of look like me. The face got kind of blurred when Villagephotos.com optimized the image. She looks just a little too Spanish to be me... kind of like Antoinette Enciso actually. The skin tone is me, the arms are me, the legs are a little too big (I am a really scrawny person). The torso is just the tiniest bit too big. And the breasts? Well, that's as small as the website allows (get it?). The hair is definitely me. The legs should be a little longer (my legs are freakishly long).
The one on the farthest left could totally be me if you shaved off a little of the butt.
The first time I made virtual Ala, I typed in my real weight which is 100 lbs (and no, I am not anorexic. I eat like a pig). She came out too fat, so I changed it to 75 lbs and she came out closer to me.
Nevertheless, it's a trippy webpage. You can even dress virtual you up in different outfits afterwards. I made a virtual Nino and he turned out really funny. He looked more like he could be Nino's model cousin.
Surfing the Crimson Wave
Its the most horrible time of the month. That time of the month when women sprout snakes from their heads and shoot fire from their eyes: PMS week. I am a bundle of hormones and everything is making me mad.
Last Sunday I got mad at my sister, and yesterday, I got mad at my brother, at Nino, and this bowl of salad dressing Nino made, for no particular reason at all (now that I think back upon it, it must've been the oregano and strawberry syrup in the salad dressing...that was mighty strange salad dressing).
Also, all I want to eat is chocolate-chip cookie a la' mode.
The main point of this entry is: I'm a total bitch right now.
Only Hope
(an old entry, originally written November 19, 2003)
Things have been moving very fast the past 3 days. Undoubtedly you are all raring to hear the rest of the Mandy Moore saga. Alas, I do not wish to speak of Mandy Moore. Frankly, I've had too much of all this Mandy Moore hype the past few days and I've been in the near-center of all of it. I am sick of Mandy Moore. Also, I am bitter and hardened because despite my always being in the same vicinity as she was almost every day of her stay here, I didn't even get to meet her. What a stupid-ass tour.
I escorted her during her press-con, I was at her concert, and I modeled at her Penshoppe Meet-and-greet in Megamall but her damn bouncers wouldn't let us near her. What was up with the exaggerated security anyway? She had the frickin' SWAT team at her concert. The SWAT team!What's up with that? It's not like she's Jerry Yan.
Things I Did To (Hopefully) Meet Mandy Moore:
1) Skip Philosophy class to escort her to her press-con in which I was brutally rebuffed.
2) Go to her concert instead of hanging out with Nino... okay, I admit, I had a blast at the concert. I watched from the side of the stage along with Heart and the MYX people, who, when taken collectively, are the worst hecklers in the world. (We were the noisy screaming ones)
3) Cancelled my trip to the Ad Congress in Baguio to rehearse and participate in a Penshoppe fashion show... *sigh*. I hate fashion shows. Fashion shows are so dreary. I truly regretted not being able to go to Baguio. I had a slight fever too.
Towards the end of the Meet-and-greet, as Mandy was presented with a bouqet of flowers on stage, I was bitterly muttering "I hate Mandy Moore" backstage to anyone who would hear. All I got were those pictures at her press-con which I don't want to post because it's a waste of bandwidth and they'll probably come out in the papers anyway.
So that's it folks. Shmandy Shmoore. I lost my only hope. Mwehehehe!
Let It Be- Naked
To cheer myself up, after the fashion show/Meet-and-greet, I headed straight for Odyssey to buy the newly released, newly remixed Let It Be Beatles album. I brought it home to show my dad. When he realized what it was he took a deep breathe, closed his eyes, and pressed the CD to his heart. It was a solemn moment.
Very, very nice version of "The Long and Winding Road" there. Much more poignant than the original version. It comes with a free VCD too.
Remixed by Paul Mcartney himself, my ideal man.
Row, row, row your boat, down Pasig River
Last Friday morning, still hoarse from all the heckling we did at the Mandy Moore concert, I woke up at 5:45 am to take a trip to the Manila Boat Club. I rowed down the sinister, green waters of the Pasig River that morning, amidst carcasses of dead animals. It was rather fun. Great workout too. Since Nino is on the Ateneo Rowing Team, he was there helping out. We spent the rest of the time on the boat club balcony discussing future plans... no, no, we weren't discussing that! Not marriage, but another big M: Migration. To Australia...my migration to be exact. But no more word on this for now.
Afterwards, I mooched a handful of hand-gel off of someone and rubbed it on all the parts of my body where the water splashed me. I didn't want to risk getting some mutant strepto-coccus bacteria infection (did I make that up?).
Hanging out with old friends
I spent last night with old friends, highschool theater friends. The most constant people in my life. We did what we always do: eaty hearty, then hang out at someone's house. So Dan, Els, Pineds, JR, and I had dinner at CPK, and spent the rest of the night on my Magic-Sing. It was a blast. Nothing warms the heart like old friends.
I love Mcdonalds watches!!!
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Wednesday, November 19, 2003
My “Walk To Remember”
Mandy Moore day 1:I cut my Tagalog Philosophy class because we had to be in Makati Shangri-la by 1 PM. I felt pretty queasy about the decision because we're still at those first few class meetings and I’m trying to gain momentum. Eventually I decided to throw caution to the wind and cut Philo. It’s not everyday I get to meet Mandy Moore.
Makati Shangri-la: Penshoppe had reserved a room for us: me, Paolo V., Khalil, Brad Turvey, Nicole Yulo, and Cogie. We had our make-up done. Perhaps the main highlight of this part of the story was that we all watched a really interesting special on National Geographic on how to make Peking Duck. Yum.
Also, they messed up my hair!!!! Aaaargh.
Outside the Press-con room: We waited outside, each of us endowed in head-to-toe Penshoppe. As always, they made me look like a 14 year old. *sigh* I don’t understand how people thought I was 22 back when I was 18, and now that I’m 20, people think I’m in high school. But anyways, back to the story.
We waited outside the press-con room alongside a crowd of ID-less media people, banners of Mandy Moore, and some very ill-tempered bouncers. When I stood too close to the entrance the guard pushed me back thinking I was a loitering fan. We had to explain to him that we were part of the show.
We were instructed that we would escort Mandy Moore as she entered the room and made her way to the mic … her Penshoppe family. So we goofed around for awhile until they told us to get into formation and line up outside the entrance because Mandy was on her way.
“Guys”, I said. “This will be our ‘Walk To Remember.’”
Everyone, “Mwehehehehehehehe……”
And Mandy Steps out the elevator: Okay, first of all, Mandy is very tall. She is at the very least a whole head taller than me, and I am already considered very tall in this country. She wore a very elegant black dress and these gorgeous, sparkly pumps. Very chique. She had grey-brown eyes and a great haircut. Her head is actually a lot smaller in real life. Her shoulders are smaller too. Just something I noticed.
We weren’t even given a few seconds to say a few words to her. We were ordered to enter the Press-con room which we did, Nicole and I at the helm, followed by the boys, and Mandy and her bouncers bringing up the rear.
We took our places on a tiny wooden platform in a semi-circle and waited for Mandy to take her place in the middle. She looked sheepish and confused and she didn’t know where to stand so we had to point her spot out to her, to which she strode over to on twinkling feet. She was about 3 feet away from me. We stood there for ten seconds, Mandy smiling and waving, and the rest of us staring in bewildered awe at what was the most massive, living, breathing horde of camera-wielding people we had ever seen. I was mesmerized by all the flashbulbs going off. I think it almost triggered an epileptic attack. All our facial expressions on the pictures they shot of us must’ve looked like this:8-O
It reminded me of that scene in Matrix Revolutions where the machines came in hordes to attack Zion. Eventually, one of the boys elbowed me and reminded me that it was time to make our exit, which we did. I bumped into VJ Patty Laurel, my batch-mate and course-mate in Ateneo. She laughed at me for getting caught in a highly publicized MTV event… for the 2nd time. (The other time was during the last MTV awards which I went to soley to accompany Nino and his band… I didn’t think anyone would pay attention to me. Eeehhhk! Wrong-o!). Basta number 1 parin kami!!!!!
Mandy took her place on the platform. The press-con began.
Okay so I obviously wasn't going to be given the chance to meet her so I did the next best thing and made my digi-cam zoom in as close as it could and took candid shots of her answering questions. I'm way too lazy to upload them just now but I will have them by tomorrow.
She was very polite, poised, and didn't have that star complex at all. She also answered questions honestly, and always warned people that she was not an expert on certain issues that were brought up like AIDS, pre-marital sex, etc.
She was so nice that she pissed my friend Naz off.
As she was walking out of the press-con room, I readied myself to get some up-close shots of her, only to be elbowed by a bald bouncer. The bastard.
After Everything We felt pretty ripped off (with the exception, perhaps, of Brad who had worked with her before and didn't really give a rat's ass about meeting her). Didn't even get to meet her. To rub it in, they made us Penshoppe models stand beside a huge tarp of Mandy and pose for a bunch of photographers ("Since we can't meet her, we'll pose beside her picture nalang!").
A feeling of shared picon settled over us as we made our way back to our hotel room. That was it, folks.
My day with Mandy Moore.
I expected so much more.
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Tuesday, November 18, 2003
Oh my God!!! I have a new love!
I love Frida Kahlo. I've always been vaguely aware of the woman with the unibrow who painted self-portraits. Must've seen a special on her on TV when I was a child.
I saw the movie last Saturday and since then I've been intensely inspired and in love with her and her paintings. I love her portrait with short hair. I love the painting she made after she lost her baby. I love her painting of herself in the body-brace. I love her spirit, her strength. Actually, I don't know if I'm in love with Frida Kahlo, or with Salma Hayek pretending to be Frida Kahlo. Maybe it's both.
Like Frida Kahlo, my most personal works are my most meaningful ones. I always paint in symbols because theres something so embarrassing about displaying emotions blatantly. The emotion always seems to leak through anyway.
Like Frida, I always paint myself. I always thought that maybe I'm unconsciously narcissistic for always painting myself. Sometimes I fear I am being narcissistic and I deliberately try to make the person in the painting look like someone completely different, but it still manages to filter through to people that the portrait is one of myself. When I draw faces, most of the time it ends up looking like me. As Frida Kahlo said, "I am my best subject because I know myself best".
Painting is my first love but I stopped painting as much in the middle of college. There just isn't any time and I'm so secretive about my feelings. I always feel a certain vulnerability when I show people my paintings, like I'm laying myself open. I'm not comfortable with laying out my most serious emotions on paper at the moment. Maybe that's why i don't paint lately.
Finished Harry Potter
I finished Harry Potter book 5 last Sunday afternoon after reading it feverishly. It annoys me how can never read a book slowly. I tend to devour books voraciously, or rather, the book devours me, consumes me. And that means I have to spend more money on buying new books than everyone else.
I finish books all at once, reading while I eat, reading instead of doing homework, ignoring my friends, and taking a shower more quickly than usual so I can get back to the book.
Anyway, back to Harry Potter. It is Rowling's most chilling novel yet. It shows an angrier, feistier, more angst-ridden Harry, and a more uncertain Dumbledore. I've always loved Hermione. I always felt she was alot like me, a perfectionist know-it all who feels responsible for everything but is willing to bend the rules should the need arise. I also love Mad-eye Moody, Sirius Black (mental image of Johnny Depp as Sirius Black pops into imagination), and Luna Lovegood... all the ones that are kinda crazy.
As usual, Rowling inserts the one villain who just has to reveal her plans to the bida before attempting to harm him. Now what is up with that? Also, Voldemort seemed a little sissy in this one, or at least not as threatening as in the other books. Aaah, Voldemort. I didn't like any of the Harry Potter movies but I do love that guy they casted as the young Voldemort, Tom Riddle. He was a horrible actor but is the only reason why I'd want to watch the movie again. Oohlala, I wouldn't mind being trapped in the Chamber of Secrets with him! Oh yes!
Nevertheless, I couldn't put the book down. Rowling may not really be a fine writer but she can definitely weave a good story. As Harry matures in each book, so does her writing style. Besides, even if the quality of her writing truly declined, I'd still follow the series anyway! I'd want to know what happens! I want to know the great mystery of Harry and Voldemort and all that.
Mandy Moore and More
I planned to make a weekend trip to Baguio for the Ad Congress but found that I have to stay because Penshoppe suddenly gave us some special projects: activities galore with Mandy Moore. We have a press conference, and two fashion shows with her. Incidentally, due to what must be some weird booking mistake, Greyhoundz is opening for Mandy.
I will be sure to steal alot of candid shots of her.
My life is over.
I told myself I'd never enroll in a Tagalog Philosophy class again. My Tagalog is perfectly fine, that is, until I am made to speak Tagalog in an academic setting. That's when it becomes a whole other story. During every single period of the two semesters of Tagalog Philosophy class I took in Junior Year, I tried to attract as little attention as possible. I tried to be a chameleon, blend into my seat. There is not other instance when I feel more stupid than when I am made to talk philosophically in Tagalog. I cringe in shame and embarrassment up to this day, recalling memories of my Tagalog gone awry during class, or worse, during oral exams.
Alas, after enjoying one heavenly semester of English philosophy, I am back in a Tagalog Philosophy class, this time with Mister Marianio. Woe betide me!
I had my first class yesterday and I was quivering in my seat. I am soooo scared. I don't even want to look the teacher in the eye. At least he seems more tolerant with Taglish speakers than my other teacher was, hehe. Ah, well, just one semester left to go, and this will all be over.
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Saturday, November 15, 2003
I finally decided to begin Harry Potter book 5. As always, I can't put it down. Especially since I imagine Sirius Black to look like a long-haired, disheveled Johnny Depp. Yum.
As always, I hate Draco Malfoy. He is one those people who inspire feelings of the most uncontrollable kind of hate, the kind of petty hate that makes you want to hit him on the head with a lunchbox (if I had one). Like those people who are so vexacious to our otherwise flourishing spirits. Ick.
The Draco Malfoys in the Hogwart's School of life.
The serpents in the Garden of Eden.
The witch in the gingerbread house.
The hangnails in the otherwise perfect manicure.
Those little rocks that get mixed up in a cup of cooked rice that hurt your teeth when you bite down on them.
The disgusting duck in the perfect balut egg.
Okay that's enough now. Those who have been hanging out with me for the past two days know that I have been coming up with these little analogies quite obsessively. I've been on a roll. Inspired, you might say. Aaah, well.
Aside from churning out analogies, I went to see an Akafellas concert last night at the Music Museum, mainly because my friend Elea was opening for them. I've seen these guys a couple of times before, even when they weren't big yet. For some reason, it is more enjoyable watching them perform in smaller, more intimate settings, and not in places like Music Museum (which is not very big in the first place).
It started out a little slow but turned out to be worth it in the end, especially during an awesome portion when their resident beatboxer, DJ Mike, competed against an actual turntable spun by none other than DJ Cokie. It was a pretty impressive portion, pitting a super-talented beatboxer against an actual machine. It's so amazing how these machines were created to replace humans, to produce sounds humans couldn't create on their own; whereas beatboxers are trying to replace these machines. "Coming full circle", as Dep said. I'm waiting for the day when DJ Mike gets picked up by some rap group in the states (a la' Black Eyed peas) and becomes famous.
Dep and I left the concert in the middle of a Jimmy Bondoc song. Nuff said.
Read Harry Potter before falling asleep.
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Wednesday, November 12, 2003
I'm in looooooooove!!!
yeah...
so anyway...
Plans for my Ever Unfolding Wow
Classes started today and I'm sooo tired of it. It's my last semester in college and I can't recall ever being so lazy/complacent/apathetic about school. I just want to do the graduation thing, march up that platform to the beat of "Pomp and Circumstance" clothed in a bedsheet, get the little scrap of rolled up paper that we worked for four years to attain, shake whoever's hand, and glide triumphantly, trailing clouds of glory, out of Ateneo.
It occured to me about a month ago that I have no plans yet for the future. My parents have been pressuring me to make up my mind about finally migrating to Australia. I used to want to really badly a couple of years ago when I was depressed and I wanted to push the reset button of my life. I wanted to start anew, build again, leave the sad, painful cycle I was trapped in.
But now I'm happy and I find it so difficult to leave. I don't know anybody there. What will I be able to do there? I don't even know where I want to work. I mean, I can't do the VJ thing forever. I can't ever see myself working in a 9 to 5 office job or in any corporate environment...I'll be a starving artist forever. It's not that I don't have any plans. I just want to do too many things. I'm relying on whatever opportunities the universe will present me with when the time is right.
What can I do? I'm really good at art, I can write, and I can perform. Three things that don't make alot of money. I've got a creative mind though, and that's always gotten me behind conceptualizing teams and such. Maybe I can do something like that.
I am not like those people who can operate like machinery. I am too effervescent. I am here and there. I am inspired by so many things. Self-expression seems to be my gift. On the same note, I don't wish to live the selfish life of the bratty, indulgent artist, creating for his own self-glorification, never giving a thought about giving back to the world.
After graduation, I don't intend to get a serious job right away. For two years after graduation, I will do things I love, that make me happy, and that don't necessarily make money. I will draw, paint, and sculpt. I will sing, perform, learn an instrument, and do theater. I will travel, and climb mountains, and swim in oceans... and learn to drive. When am I going to have the time to do these things? When I'm bound to some 9 to 5 job? When I'm old? The time is now.
So here I stand on a threshold. The universe is reconfiguring itself again. Australia beckons to me, but I'm too afraid to answer it's call right at this moment.
So I spent my first day of school on the bench (as in our bench) with Trina, tittering at all the odd people we saw, including matching couples and the like. Wer'e such loud, obnoxious seniors.
I also spent the first ten minutes of my first class in the wrong classroom. I thought I was in Political Science but it turned out to be some Freshman English class. No wonder everyone was looking at me funny...no wonder none of them looked familiar.
***note: do watch "Waking Life". Don't ask questions. Watch it. Get slightly drunk first.
Awesome.
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Tuesday, November 11, 2003
Glib Chatter
My entries are slowly becoming mush. I write less about ideas and more on surface accounts of the day's happenings. Its like my diary entries in gradeschool. The only difference is that I have better grammar and a wider vocabulary. My entries are glib and superficial.
Maybe I'm having these feelings of blog-insecurity because I just came from reading my ever-philosophical father's blog. Ah, well. I am young and dazed. My entries will be more wisdom-filled when I been crowned with the silver hair of old age... or if I start doing drugs.
Then again, I've been in a pretty frivolous mood lately. Must be that sembreak brain-drain.
It's my last day of sembreak and there's nothing to do but write. I slept at 4AM last night because of a jigsaw puzzle....a 3 dimensional puzzle of a miniature Sistine Chapel complete with both interior and exterior. That's also what I've been doing all day. I think I'll buy the 3D "Dracula's Castle" next.
I spent my sembreak renovating my room, taking small trips, and going to gigs. I've spent my entire college life going to gigs. I've always hated clubbing. I just never felt comfortable. Plus, I don't dance.
I think one reason why rock-lovers become rock-lovers is because they can't dance. Most "rockers" I've met can't. What use is it liking hip-hop if you don't know how to dance to it? I love hiphop too but I don't go clubbing because I can't dance. Besides, gigs are more fun.
I went to Admit One's 2nd (?) anniversary at Freedom Bar the other night. There was this guy there giving people Japanese-anime haircuts right there outside the bar. Right then and there, I suddenly thought of getting a mullet. An honest to goodness mullet. What if, what if...? Would it be a total disaster, or would I be able to gracefully pull it off? It was a challenge I almost couldn't resist...almost. Nino looked at me like I was crazy but then he often does. In the end, I decided not to, not because people might find it hideous but because it took me quite a long time to grow my hair this long from the semi-crewcut I had in highschool. I'm not about to lose it yet. The mullet will come maybe next time.
I also had an embarassing moment with Ebe (or so I thought he was Ebe). There I was talking to "Ebe", saying how my dad liked Sugarfree and that they had the same manager bla, bla, bla. The guy turned out to be Ebe's identical brother (Hindi twin brother. Identical brother lang).
Met up with the Blue Repertory people for lunch yesterday regarding "Footloose". I play Irene the cowgirl singer and I get to choose what kind of cowgirl I want to be. Aside from doing the cameo thing, I also have a couple of lines apparently. Yahoo! I'm excited.
I also met up with my old high school lunch mates. As always, I felt like some kind of delinquent wolf among meek, gentle sheep. I don't know if life is really just more exciting for me, or if I just do more stupid things than they do (which coats life with a blanket of illusion, making it seem exciting). But I love these people however different our lives may be. Aaah, high school. The things I had to deal with were so different then.
My parents are finally back from New Zealand with a collection of LOTR memorabilia, including a collector's item Elven goblet, and a huge poster of a very sinister looking Gollum for me. I don't think I want to hang it up, even if it goes perfectly with the huge map of Middle Earth that Carlos sent me from Scotland. They wanted to take the Middle Earth Tour too but didn't have the time. Apparently, people over at New Zealand aren't too gaga over Lord of the Rings.
My mother also bought me and my sister one of those J-Lo/Beyonce tops that plunge all the way down the front of your torso, practically reaching your navel, but didn't buy me any of the pleated, short skirts I asked for because she said they were indecent (?????). The same woman who buys me skimpy tops that I'd never buy for myself complains when I go out in mini-skirts.
Oh my God! Si Vanness nasa Friendster!
He even sent me a message:
Hi Ala! I'm Vanness or Van for short! I'm from
Taiwan and I was thinking maybe you'd like to be
friends? I'll sing for ya!
Never ever gonna stop! I'm never gonna give you
up! Never ever gonna stop!
Something...something...
So whatcha think? You could just reply if you
want. Or not. Your choice. Your music.
-Van
ps. Did I mention that I'm a long-
haired "musician"? ...to some extent...
Wow, he even read my profile and mentioned my penchant for long-haired musicians. Kiliiiiiig! You are my choice, Vanness! I didn't know he could speak English though.
Belated Happy Birthday Dep! I'm sorry for forgetting. I am such a toad.
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Sunday, November 09, 2003
To people who post in my comment boxes (ahem, ahem....)
Regular readers may have noticed a few lewd comments coming from certain person/s on my comment boxes. I guess every chick who gets a job coming out on TV has to put up with these perverts be it on Friendster, or text, or email, or blogspot comment boxes. But then again, don't all of us women have to put up with that throughout our entire lives?
Men, please refrain from becoming one of these people. It is very offensive and to some of you it may just be some sick hobby but the women involved do get very harrassed, affected, and humiliated. Men disapoint me when they act like that, and I have been disapointed many, many times in my life. Some men just never grow up.
I think women everywhere have a kind of pent-up, collective anger, frustration, a profound feeling of powerlessness from many years of being forced to stay silent in the face of rude comments and catcalls from men. I think all women have a secret desire to deliver one big punch on the nose, or kick in the groin to every man who has ever harrassed her with words, rude stares, and also rude comments on blogspots.
As a woman I have felt it deeply many, many times and I have had very bad, and even traumatic experiences. Many times it has left me hurt and angry. You know who you all are. Please stop now. Think about your actions.
My new favorite place
I have had a very busy two days.
Trina slept over again the other night (she already has her own toothbrush in my bathroom). She came over past midnight and made me feed her dinner.
The next day, I made my 2nd journey to Ace Hardware in Megamall. I wanted to go with Nino because I needed someone with manly strength to do the lifting, and the carrying, and all other manual labor. But he couldn't come early enough and I was forced to do my hardware store shopping myself.
It turned out I didn't need Nino, at least not right away because the guys at Ace Hardware were more than willing to help me out. There I was, little skinny girl, in my little pink sweater, with four men helping me pick out shelves, lifting them into my cart, pushing my cart, measuring objects for me, and bringing me stuff. In exchange, they asked me for autographs. LOL LOL LOL
I'm really beginning to love the hardware store. So many things you didn't know you needed/wanted.
Nino followed later to carry the stuff into his car. It was all pretty heavy... mountaineer boyfriends sure do come in handy at times.
I bought a new, pink toilet seat, some adapters, a bag of light bulbs, some shelves, a doorknob, some screws, and a toothbrush holder. When I got home, I installed the toilet seat and light bulbs myself (I feel so accomplished). My room and bathroom are looking gorgeous now.
Shoe Lust
After shopping for toilet seats and light bulbs, I went on a shoe rampage. Aaaah, shoes. All women need shoes that make them feel beautiful. I do not own such a pair. I live in slippers, not sandals, but slippers, as in rubber tsinelas.
Recently, I've begun craving for SHOES! Give me high-heels, give me stillettos, give me straps, pumps, leather, leather galore! Possessed by an intense shoe-lust, I headed for Nine West and Jannylin. I bought four pairs of heels that day, 3 of them stilleto. I bought feel-gorgeous black heels with the thinnest straps that wrap delicately around your foot, adhering to it as if in adoration. I bought red heels (every woman should own red shoes), white heels, and the funkiest pair of vintage/80s/punk shoes from Nine West. All this I acquired, knowing full well that I did not possess the talent of walking in stilletos. But what the hell, I'll learn. I will master those shoes. I will practice in them, tame them into my being my servants, teach them to carry me regally, bear me across the room on heels of gossamer like a godess.
I went on a date...
Since I got on the Dean's List, Nino promised he'd treat me out to dinner. The last time he ever treated me out to a meal was last March when we weren't even together yet, at Kenny Rogers. I often drop many blatant messages that he should take me out sometimes, you know, pay for my meal or my movie every now and then... y'know, make me feel like a woman. When I got my report card, I leaped at the chance to command him to take me out to dinner as a reward to which he wholeheartedly agreed.
So that night, we went to Cafe Mediterranean. Yay. He payed for my movie ticket too. Now I gotta get on the Dean's List again next sem so that he'll treat me out again. Aah, what a girls gotta do hehe ;-)
That night, we watched The Matrix Revolution. It was my entire Philosophy 103 lesson summed up into a movie. Marcelian verses kept flashing through my head. I kept having all these geeky thoughts. *Boom* Ohmigod!Nairobi embodies Joseph Pieper's definition of faith which is believing without having full knowledge of what you believe in!*boom* Ohmigod! Agent Smith is the embodiment of Gabriel Marcel's negative problematic of death and despair, and his ontological counterweight is love or adherence, embodied by Neo! *boom*Hope, love, and faith! Three sisters walking hand in hand, intertwined but different!
It was all kinda funny.
I felt very geeky but I enjoyed the movie. I really wasn't too crazy about the second one. Surprisingly, Keanu didn't annnoy me that much in this one...he is such a bobo actor. He has two facial expressions: deadma, and slightly perplexed.
He was was okay in this one, okay lang. Except for one part:
Neo and Smith get together for the final showdown. Neo is losing.
Smith: Why do you keep on persisting Neo? Why do you go fighting to live when there all there is to live for is this sham bla bla bla (I'm not sure what he said exactly but it's something like that.
Keanu (delivered in a "Bill N' Ted" manner): 'Cos I choose to.
Niyaaaaaaaak!
I know Kung Fu!!!
What an idiot.
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Thursday, November 06, 2003
Millenia Nights
Trina slept over last night.
After our ukay-ukay part 2 (which drew in an unexpectedly large crowd), and a pizza dinner, we went to Nino's Happy Meals gig in Millenia, Kamuning. I've forgotten what it's like watching him play in the Happy Meals. He's so cute, hahaha! Other bassists don't look that suave when wielding their instrument. But as gushing tends to get annoying quite quickly, I shall move on.
As Millenia nights go, we hung out outside with our free beer (one of the perks of being friends with band people), and balut (the best thing to eat past twelve when you've been drinking all night) until it was time for Happy Meals to play. The usual Higad crowd was there but this time, Trina came along, which made the night more fun. We hung out in Nino's parked car blasting 80s music from my I-pod and singing along. We started off with Milli Vanilli, then moved on to The Jets, Wilson Phillips, MC Hammer, and eventually to Bon Jovie, Motley Crue, Poison, and Skid Row.
I have the weirdest playlists in my I-pod...weird because my taste in music is so schizophrenic. I am the anti-purist. Hilo in other words. I have everything from New Kids On the Block, to Razorback, to the Beatles, to Ella Fitzgerald, and Billy Holiday. I also have Tupac, and Cypress Hill, not to mention Pearl Jam, Madonna, Joni Mitchell, Marvin Gaye, Michael Jackson, Jimi Hendrix, Queen, and Basia among a hundred others.
I get my weird music cravings from time to time which is why I try to collect everything. I even have a "pop" playlist which has all the Britney, Xtina, NSync, and Avril...all the things you should have.
So anyway, that's what me and Trina did. We blasted music, talked about our lives, ate balut, and hung out with Jorel and Sib.
We got home at 2AM and slept for 4 hours before waking up for registration.
My Random Registration Number was 407, why God, why...
I just had the shittiest registration day of my life. To think it's the last registration of my college life, too. My schedule is a bloody mess, and I have a shitload of load-revision to do once school starts. Also, there was somes mess-up with my Comm-elective pre-enlistment so instead of getting the "Philippine Music Industry" class I wanted, I got "Horror Film". I do not want to be in horror film! I have a wild, and over-active imagination, and I'm staying alone in my own room for the first time (with the exception of Trina whom it seems will be sleeping over occasionally).
I emerged from the assessment room, irritated and harrassed, before finding out that I had made the mistake of signing up for a Philosophy class that had the same schedule as my "Media Law and Ethics" class. It was all a result of this shitty anti-overloading rule they implement during registration.
To top it all off, I made a mistake writing out my tuition cheque for the first time in my entire life!!! So they wouldn't accept it, and I have to go back tomorrow morning to pay for my tuition. *sigh*
So I walked to the tricycle terminal in a rather sour mood, when it all of a sudden began to rain. *sigh*
Your Puppet and Clown
(I ripped that off of a Greyhoundz song)
I was already tired to begin with when I arrived at MYX studio today. I did about 14 different episodes, including one of OPM MYX Countdown in what was positively the skimpiest outfit I've ever worn on television. It was a cheerleader outfit that our stylist had picked out from ABSCBN's vast wardrobe. My skirt was so short that it was impossible for me to bend over without showing my undies, and I was wearing this midriff top that tied in the front. I looked in the mirror and saw that I looked like a Sex Bomb dancer. I was absolutely horrified for about two seconds.
Then I thought, what the heck. I've done more gago things in outfits ten times more ridiculous, and in public places too. I am one of the most makapal people I know when it comes to looking gago. It almost scares me how little I care and how uto-uto I can be. The bad thing is, they don't even warn me ahead of time on what they're going to make me wear. They just hand it over, and I wear it on camera, and act like whatever the costume is supposed to be, right on the spot.
So i went up there in front of the camera with that butt-twitcher of a skirt, and my little white pom-poms, and gave the biggest ditzy-cheerleader performance of my life with choreography I made up on the spot, complete with the high-pitched "cheerleader voice". I shook my butt (or lack thereof) shamelessly and waved my pom-poms while introducing Sarah Geronimo videos. I don't know what induces my state of complete abandon when made to wear a costume and placed in front of a camera. Maybe I should be a little worried about it.
A certain bassist was not too pleased to hear that I am going to appear on national TV in a Sex Bomb dancer outfit. Ha, just wait till they make me come out as Dyesebel.
I was so tired after, went home and collapsed into unconsciousness on my sofa for 2 hours.
Another fandom entry
I found out today that I may be able to meet Mandy Moore not once, but twice: through MYX and Penshoppe! Yahoo!
She is so cute. I love her hair and her clothes. I like only some of her songs, but I like her very much. It took a long time for me to own up to my Mandy Moore fandom. I hated her with a passion the first time she broke out on MTV with "Candy". I hated her so much that my then-boyfriend would call me Mandy just to piss me off. I hated everything about her and thought she would fizzle out in a year or so.
I don't know when I started liking her...I think it all began when she dyed her hair brown. Then I kinda-sorta started liking "I Wanna Be With You" just a little. I never admitted it to anyone, but I did secretly download it from Kazaa and would listen to it in secret.
But when she did her Penshoppe ad with short, brown hair, I could no longer deny it to myself: I was a fan. And no, I am not saying this to promote Penshoppe. She really got me in that ad.
I cried my eyes out in "A Walk to Remember", even though I knew it was one of those manipulative movies that made you cry on purpose. Long after the ending credits were done scrolling down, I was still sobbing uncontrollably on Nino's shoulder. I didn't know him that well then and I felt a little embarrassed to be crying hysterically over a Mandy Moore movie.
I liked her even more when I bought that issue of Elle Girl with Mandy and Kelly Osbourne on the cover. The girl sure can dress. Since then, I try to catch her in fashion magazines. She carries herself well. Each time I see her, I am tempted to dash to the salon and cut my hair short.
So I hope I get to meet her. I want to ask her to be my best friend!!!
More Moore!!!
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Tuesday, November 04, 2003
I'm back on the Dean's List, babeh!!!
And with a vengeance too!My report card:
*Communication Thesis and Defense (read: grad thesis)- A
*Introduction to Graphic Design-A
*Philippine History-B
*Philosophy of Religion-B
*A Theology of the Catholic Social Vision-A
QPI:3.6
I wish I could've done better. I could've aced History and jacked up my Philosophy to a B+ if I didn't fall asleep in class so damn much. Both classes are at 7:30 am which means I had to get up at six, and my body just could'nt take it. I must've fallen asleep in in both classes about twice a week.
I ACED MY THESIS!!! Yahoo! Thank you, God! Thank you to my thesis pakner Charlene Owen (we make a great team, man! Pakners forever). Thank you to Razorback for constantly serving as an inspiration to our little thesis team, for encouraging us to keep going as we we typed away during the most ungodly hours of the night. Mahal namin kayo!!! We heart you, Razorback!!! Crush ka namin, Kevin Roy!!!
Salamat narin sa thesis advisor namin sa si Andrew Ty, thank you, thank you. We were mad at you for awhile for informing us late about certain submission deadlines but this grade has made us forget all that. Salamat po! :-)
Thank you Cherrie Pinpin and Fr. Giordano for the nice grades! :-)
To Maam Dacudao and Sir Miguel de Jesus, I'm sorry for always sleeping in class.
Now that I am back on the Dean's List (after I was miserably kicked out last semester due to excessive partying and overconfidence in my abilities), my joyful father has agreed to reward me with...speakers. For my Mac. Well, I could go get it myself but hey, I'll be saving money. Wish he'd get me a printer instead hahaha!
My Favorite Time of Year
...is Halloween! I love the whole atmosphere of it. I love how stores, restaurants, and houses are decorated with ghosts, and pumpkins, and witches. But most of all, I love being able to dress up as my current fantasy persona, whatever it may be. I love to shamelessy parade around town in my Halloween costume. The more gago, the better. It's either go all the way, or don't come in costume at all. People who are corny on Halloween night should be tied to stake and burned in one big Happy Halloween bonfire.
This year I didn't have much time to plan. Trina and I met up at Odin's party and she slept over that night, and stayed over the next day so we could help each other get ready. But 2 hours before party time, we still weren't in costume and still couldn't decide what we wanted to be. We both wanted to come as rude, bad-ass, male characters. She wanted to be Alex from "A Clockwork Orange" but didn't have a top-hat and a cane. I was choosing between an anime character, and a pregnant woman in a duster and rollers in my hair.
Finally after, struggling with a "pregnant-woman" costume, I decided to don my magnificent mullet wig, and my tacky, black "metal" pants. I was a glam-rocker. Whether I was supposed to be a male one or a female one remains a mystery to all of us. Trina decided to be Alex without the cane.
On that same day, the painters finsihed giving my room a make-over in the most adorable color scheme:bright sky blue, and bright fuschia pink. I didn't really know how it would turn out at first but it's really cute. I am pleased. Trina pointed out that it looks like an 80's teenager's room, like it should have "New Kids On the Block" posters, and "Tigerbeat" pin-ups plastered all over it. Nino said he could "see my character in it". He also said I was going through a 2nd childhood ("Hindi pa nga tapos yung una, eh!"-Trina). Anyway, Trina and I decided to have a mini photo-shoot against the newly painted walls. Here we are in all our camera-whore glory, the rockstar and the droog. Too bad the digi-cam ran out of power and we had to stop.
We went to a party in Encomium where we met up with Sib who came dressed as a woman for the 2nd year in a row.
Hail Sib! I saw alot of guys dressed in drag on Halloween but they were all pathetic. Sib makes it a point to wear women's clothes for a different reason. It's not just a petty show of audacity like the other guys who dress as women. Sib relishes Halloween because it gives him a chance to be a woman. He's not just a boy in a dress. He dresses with stunning, and elegan taste. A fine lady! A woman of class. He had all the details tastefully chosen, down to his necklace, his high-heels, his hand jewelry, and his delicate, black, angel wings. Woman becomes Sib when he dons a dress. He's fantastic! He's straight too (or so we think).
Here is Nino dressed as an Igorot.
For as long as I've known him he's always loved dressing like an Igorot. I really have no idea why. I started calling him "Machete" as a joke, but now almost everbody calls him that. Yes, that's a real bahag, folks, and that's a real weapon. We went to his Greyhoundz gig that night at Rock Radio Cafe, and he played a full, 10-song set in that bahag (wouldn't it be great if it had fallen off? Rack en Roll!!!). Oh, I was so proud!!!
And finally, here are me and Trina acting like rude men. The rockstar and the droog taking a drunken piss (or at least pretending to).
Yeah right...we still look so obviously female. But what the heck. We wanted to be men that night.
Bataan Blues
Straight from the Halloween bash at Alabang, Nino and I headed off to Bataan to meet up with his family at their ancestral home. Aaah, vacationing with the boyfriend's family. I stayed there for two days, in Nino's beautiful house, existing on a diet of what was primarily aligue. I ate dangerous amounts of it, straight from the crab. That family sure can eat. They don't necessarily eat healthily, but they eat good...very good.
Over the course of my stay there, I visited a cemetery for the 1st time in my life. Two cemeteries in fact, one for each of Nino's grand relatives. All my dead relatives are in cement file cabinets (aka crypts) in church basements. i had never been to a real cemetery, specially not on all-soul's day. The last time I ever saw that many people all in one place was Edsa Dos.
I also did lots of karaoke, with Nino's 8 year old cousin, Patricia. She kept pretending she didn't want to at first but once she got going, she delivered a perfect performance of "Bakit Papa", "Tiny Bubbles", and "S2pid Love". Bigay na bigay pa, and perfectly in tune. She would get scores of 99 on the Magic Sing. Needless to say, she won me over. I love makapal, funny kids like that.
I also saw alot of kiddy pictures of Nino, Nino as a 5 year old, Nino as an awkward preteen. He looked like an amazingly normal, good kid. He had short hair and dressed in Polo shirts and canvas sneakers. He looked like someone I never would've been friends with in highschool haha! Looking at those pictures, who could predict that he would someday mutate into the wildman-rockstar-igorot that he is now. His family must've been absolutely horrified.
It's weird seeing kid pictures of someone you're close to. All of a sudden, you have a deeper and more concrete sense of the person's past. I learned alot about Nino there.
Arrikomambo Ukay-ukay
We had it yesterday and wer'e having a part 2 tomorrow, November 5! Same time, same address (see a couple of entries below). More clothes! Please come. For formalities sake:Umaaraw Umuulan, Ukay-Ukay Parin!
November 5, 2pm
Clothes*Shoes*Makeup*Accessories*Odds and Ends* one discman (cheap!)
Megamall Day
Today I did errands in Megamall with Nino. I hit Ace Hardware, Our Home, the department stores, and Cyber World, looking at sofas, mirrors, chairs, doorknobs, toilet seats, light bulbs, shelves, and also printers, webcams, and speakers. It's all part of my ongoing room renovation. My room is looking gorgeous. I love it. It used to stress me out, but now I love the new flow of energy. While my mother is in New Zealand, I'm taking this chance to repair it, rearrange it, repaint it, and redecorate without waiting for her approval.
So today I bought a doorknob, a sh*tload of adaptors and extension cords, and 2 flourescent light bulbs. I also wrote down prices of furniture so i can come back this week with more money.
While meandering around Megamall, we caught site of a lifesized cardboard stand-up of Heart holding out a Yoshinoya beef-bowl. Her expression was so inviting, that we just had to eat there. It was pretty good.
The funny thing is, I ran into her an hour later at the new Apple Center. I haven't seen her in months. I rarely see her and when I do, its within the working environment. So I really was pretty surprised to see her, sans makeup, sans heavy suitcase, and in Megamall of all places. She had her new I-book with her and she was checking her Friendster. She said she bought a new I-pod too. Yay! It always makes me happy when I hear about people I know buying I-pods. It's the same feeling you get when you hear about your friends buying a new dog, or having a new baby. It really is a wonderful piece of equipment.
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