THIS BLOG IS SHUTTING DOWN

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

A self-confessed true-blue blogger, I’ve practically been pouring out my soul onto cyberspace and inviting everyone to take humour in my inanities for four years now.  Then in 2006, wanting to move on, even in the subtlest manner, from the heartbreaking events of that year, I closed down my then-blog, Psychobabble.  One of my favorite people, Adam Mordo, convinced me that opening a new blog could be the very symbol of my efforts to move forward.  So I did.  Thus the birth of this site.

We had fun, Tequila Sunrise and I.  She witnessed how this chick bounced back and became as shiny as new again.  My transition blog, if you’d like to call it that.

And as the evolution continues, I’m making another shift.  This time, I’m permanently moving to my other cyberhome home where I’ve been keeping a comprehensive collection of my adventures (and MISadventures!) and where my thoughts are less sanitized. 

Some of the things, though, I say only to my closest and trusted friends, non-stalkers, and sane people.  Sanity being a relative word :p  So if you’re one of them, go on here, log in, and see you around!

Goodbye, My Lover

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

2 months, 1 week, and 3 days.  WOW.  I never thought acute gastritis would be the very factor that would make me quit.

But then again, quitting had always been easier for me than for my other smoke buddies.  Probably because I do it ’coz I enjoy smoking more than I crave for it.  Get the difference?

Oh I do miss my nicotine breaks (especially after a whole day of mental torture and stress) but I like the idea of a health-conscious me right now.  We’re not getting any younger, you know

 Who knows, this just might be a permanent thing after all.  Well, let’s just wait and see then  ;)

congratulations, blue eagles!

Thursday, September 25, 2008

 As hard as it is to swallow, it was a well-deserved victory.  So congrats.  At least now you know how it feels :p

Like a fellow Archer said, pinakamasarap manalo sa Ateneo.  At pinakamasakit din matalo sa Ateneo. 

That’s why I’m proud of each and every Archer on that basketball stadium (and on those bleachers) that heart-breaking night who continued to give their best shot even as the last ten seconds ticked away with the Eagles leading by an 11-point stretch.  Holding their head high while gracefully accepting defeat.  Just like a true Archer would.

A little advice to the Eagles, though.  You might wanna start practicing for next year.  This could be just the perfect fuel for us Archers to snatch the championship right back next season

bohol bound

Friday, September 12, 2008

I think Typhoon Marce knows that I’m in dire need of a relaxing vacaiton.  (Aren’t I always?  Heehee.)  She’ll be out of the Philippine area of responsibility by tomorrow and I’ll be off to Bohol the next, yahoo!

I’ll be staying in this ultra-expensive boutique-style resort in Panglao Island.  The cheapest villa rate is aorund 500 USD.  But I’ll be staying there FOR FREE

Three days of luxury, good food, and good company.  Yes, I know.  I’m one lucky girl

eraserheads reunion concert: ASTIG, PARE KO!!!

Monday, September 1, 2008

“What a rip-off!” a friend overheard someone screaming after it was announced that they had to cut the concert short after Ely Buendia collapsed and was rushed to the hospital.  I was like, “Dude!  MAGKAKASAMA SILA!”  What more could you ask for?

Sure, bitin.  But hell, it was one f*cking great first set!

Sure, Radio Head Media Solutions, Inc. managed to come up with a crappy set-up for the concert putting unnecessary huge gaps between the stage, VIP, Patron, and GenAd sections.  But they made the reunion possible amidst all of the various forces threatening to cancel the concert altogether (the sponsorship controversy and Ely’s mom’s death among others).

 

 

 

Junkies!  Brix, Portia, and I an hour before the concert. 

 

 

The size of the crowd that turned up was a testament to the phenomenon that was and I believe still IS Eraserheads.  I’ve seen the four members of the disbanded group perform with their current bands live, but it didn’t raise as much as a single hair on my back.  But seeing them together on stage for the first time (and probably the last also) after six years was an exhilirating experience. 

The anticipation was heart-stopping.  They opened with Alapaap.  And when Ely began to croon, “May isang umaga….”  I had goosebumps all over.  And before I knew it, I WAS CRYING.  OA noh?  Pero ibang level talaga.  It was like getting high on pot, only better.

Then everyone went wild.

 

 

They sung a total of fifteen songs during the first set:

Alapaap
Ligaya
Sembreak
Hey Jay
Harana
Fruitcake
Toyang
Kama Supra
Kailan
Wag Kang Matakot
Kaliwete
With A Smile
Shake Yer Head
Wag Mo Nang Itanong
Lightyears

And according to Myx Music News (thanks, Madel!), here’s the lineup of their supposed second set:

Maskara
Poorman’s Grave
Torpedo
Trip to Jerusalem
Back 2 Me
Maseland Bahaghari
Maling Akala
Tikman
Spolarium
Magasin
Para Sa Masa
Overdrive
Pare Ko
Minsan
Huling El Bimbo

But according to Philmusic.com they were supposed to do three sets.  THREE SETS!  Just imagine!  Raymund Marasigan, in the Subsandwich mailing list, said, “We prepared 3 sets. the first was just a warm up. the remaining two was going to be the fun part.  There was more videos and light shows and pyro in store for everyone.”  He also said that he’s open to do another Eheads concert.  But I guess that’s dreaming too much.

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Fanatics Gone Wild.  We were having a blast, so sue us :p (Photos by Adam Mordo)

 

 

They make awesome music.  They really do.  And even if they had to cut the concert short, it was f*cking worth it.

tick tock tick tock tick…

Friday, August 29, 2008

 19 hours and 10 minutes to go!

Psyched myself up even more by listening to my three favorite Eraserheads album–Ultraelectromagneticpop!, Circus, and Cutterpillow.

I’m just so giddy all over! 

Tick tock tick tock tick…..!

eraserheads reunion concert - updates and whatnot

That subject has been active in my inbox for almost two months now.  It’s like my, Porshee’s, PJ’s, and his other music junkie friends’ own version of PEP.  It started with a rumor.  There wasn’t much effort in spreading it around ‘coz, you see, it’s the improbable (but not impossible) reunion concert every Ehead fanatic’s been dreaming about since the David Lynch movie-inspired band disbanded in 2002.  They weren’t just pop sensations.  There were The Beatles of the Pinoy music scene. And anyone from our generation who did not have at the very least one favorite Ehead song must’ve been living under a rock.  So naturally, when the words “ERASERHEADS,” “REUNION,” and “CONCERT” began circulating in cyberspace, we fanatics began jumping up and down at the prospect of seeing the four members of the One Pinoy Band That Mattered onstage again.

It was pure torture.  Waiting for finality and the details of the concert.  Just when everybody was overflowing with anticipation, news broke out that it might not push through. (Long story.  You should’ve been watching the news or surfing the net.)

But the good news is:  it’s pushing through!  And it’s tomorrow!

The greater news is:  I’M WATCHING!  Yahoooooooo!!!

Okay,  honey, calm down.  Calm down.  Breath in.  Breathe out.  Now, take a seat.  Relax.  

 

 

Okay, so there.   The other day, I was blowing steam due to another Single White Female episode in my life.  But just as I was about to blow someone’s head off, PJ sent me an MMS….

 

Instantly, I was in Rock Heaven and singing “Sa wakas, ay nakita ko na..ang aking hinahanap!”  A couple of my officemates were psyched as well so it didn’t take much for the Eraserheads Reunion Concert fever to spread.  Pretty soon we were all gabbing about it and humming our Eheads favorites!

And now that I have a ticket and my friends and I have pretty much planned our we-camp-out-at-the-site-early-so-we-can-get-good-seats strategy, the next problem is:  WHAT WOULD BE THE PERFECT ROCKER CHICK OUTFIT FOR THE CONCERT? Oh, I think I’m going shopping this afternoon!

 

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Single White Female.  Allison Jones’ (Bridget Fonda) broke up with her fiance.  In order to maintain her apartment, she found a new roommate.  They become instant friends.  The roommate gets on Allison’s good sides, cooking for her, doing her laundry, treating her like a bestfriend.  But Allison’s roomate is about to borrow a few things without asking.  Her clothes, her ex-boyfriend her life.  The movie ends with a bloody confrontation between Allison and the roommate.  The latter ends up dying.

Pretty psychotic, actually.  Some say Fatal Attraction is the more appropriate movie.  Haven’t watched it so I’m yet to decide.  Ate Ains (the ever rational and saintly Ate Ains), on the other hand, says, “‘Wag ka na magpaapekto.  You have a very blessed life.    Pagdasal mo na lang siya.”  Hmm.  She has a point.  But I’m not the type to pray for snakes so I’m settling for “wag nang magpaapekto.”  And if someone can teach me how to block obssessive text messages and phone calls, I’d go for that too.

 

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Won’t be touching base at the House of Loonies this weekend because of, duh, THE concert.  So The Sister Extraordinaire sent me a couple of MMS.

 

A message is to a bottle, as Danielle is to a glass pot!

 

 

 

She’s giggly but she cries too!  She and Mars are turning out to be quite the bestfriends.

 

(This wasn’t staged!)

 

The best things in life are indeed free.  And sometimes, they come in small and adorable packages!

 

*Photos taken by Picture Company.

what’s the most desperate thing you did for love?

Friday, August 8, 2008

“Para ‘kong na-comatause for five minutes.  Nakatitig lang ako dun sa doorway kung saan nag-goodbye siya at tinalikuran ako pagkatapos niyang makipag-break sa’kin,”  I said.  “Tapos nung natauhan na ‘ko, bigla akong kumaripas palabas.  Hinabol ko siya.  Nasa kanto na siya pasakay ng jeep.  Kaya nag-sprint ako sa kahabaan ang Ermin Garcia para pigilin siya.”

The girls and I were having a sleepover.  It was your normal food-trip and dvd marathon sleepover.  But watching a couple of Sex and the City episodes (including the big “Big & Carrie” Paris ending) led us into talking about our own relationship mishaps and what-have-you’s.  The questions was K’s idea.

“So anong ginawa mo nung inabutan mo na siya?” she asked.

“Hinila ko siya.  At sa gitna ng daan kung saan marami ang nakikita, umiiyak ako habang nagmamakaawa sa kanya,” I replied.  “My God!  Can you imagine ME?  Naghahabol?? NAGMAMAKAAWA?! I never imagined I’d beg, much more, run after a man!”

“And then anong nangyari?”

“Sa awa ng Diyos, iniwan niya pa rin ako!”  Then I laughed.

“Hello, ako kaya ginawa ko na rin ‘yun!”  M said.  “Pero mas malala sa’kin.  Umuulan nang malakas nung hinabol ko siya!”

“Wow, ‘yan ang telenovela!” I quipped.

“Sinabi mo pa!  Tapos nung hindi siya tumigil maglakad, binato ko siya ng payong!”  she added.

“Huminto siya?” K asked.

“Hindi.  Sumakay siya ng tricycle!”  And we all burst out laughing.

Of the five of us, it was only MJ and G who didn’t have any telenovela-ish story to tell.  K told us the time when she waited for then boyfriend to arrive from the airport.  They fought before he left so she bought her his favorite snack as a peace offering when he arrives.  But he never called nor texted her.  So she went to his house and waited outside.  She waited.  And waited.  And waited.  It was already the break of dawn when she decided to leave.  But before she did, she hung the snack she brought on the gate of her then-boyfriend’s house.

And then it got me thinking.  How low are we really willing to go for (here comes the big word!) LOVE?

I used to think I’d never go down and dirty.  But that chasing story was just the least of my embarassing theatrics.  That’s why I once said that heatbreaks make great stories.  Now, looking back, I just laugh at how stupid I must’ve seemed.  But during the time that I was doing them…my God…I don’t even wanna come an inch close to reminiscing how it hurt.

In our old apartment.  The site of one too many telenovela-ish episodes.

 

It’s been one year and eight months now since the accident that took the life of the first man I have ever loved happened.  And I realized, mas nauna ko pang natanggap ‘yung pagkamatay niya kesa ‘yung nangyari sa relationship naming dalawa.  I mean, death is absolute.  He’s gone.  Forever.  No question about it.  You just have to freakin’ deal with it.  But with love…it’s different.  Too many gray areas, too many arguments, too many in-betweens, too many varying degrees of complications.  But ZERO formula to a perfect solution.

That’s why to date, whenever someone asks me why I don’t have a boyfriend yet, I just say I’m too busy loving myself right now to be in love with someone else.  Because now that I’m already at peace with everything that’s happened, I don’t wanna do anything to break the status quo.  I’m continuously evolving and rediscovering dimensions of myself and like Adam Mordo said, I’m “too free-spirited to be tied down right now.”

And maybe I’m scared.  Well, yes.  I AM scared.  Be it lasting or not, a relationship always has its heartbreaking moments.  And I’m just not ready to experience to any of them again yet.

One day I’ll fall in love again.  One day I’ll be willing to go out the boundaries of shame for a man again.  But for now, there’s no chasing down the street for this girl.  And I’ll leave the telenovela-ish stories to other girls in the meantime

poop happens!

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Take it from the kid.

No one’s exempted from life’s glitches.  But the difference between the happy and the perpetually miserable people is perspective.

It’s either the glass is half empty or half full.  I say, try to always see it half full.  And you’ll find yourself smiling more often.

Shit (or poop!) happens.  But it doesn’t mean you’re life should be flushed down the toilet with it.

 

 

 

P.S.

Ain’t she pretty?  The eyes, she got from her dad.  The lips, she got from her mom.  The charm, she got from her ninang…

ME, you idiot!  Heehee.

life’s irony

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Lolo Ricardo is 78 years old.  He was found guilty of murder and was imprisoned for 11 years.  Last June 12, as an Independence Day gift, President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo granted conditional pardon to Bilibid prisoners aged 70 and above.  26 lolos were released.  Lolo Ricardo was one of them.  He cried in joy and thanked the Lord for this wonderful gift of freedom.  “Lord, bigyan mo ako ng kalakasan, Lord.  Hindi na ako uulit,” he said.  Finally, he would be reunited with his familly.  For the first time in 11 years, he would be able to hug his family again–his wife, his children, his grandchildren. 

But he never had the chance to even see them again.

Nine days after he was released, Lolo Ricardo boarded the M/V Princess of the Stars.  With him probably were happy thoughts of his reunion with his family.  Perhaps he was imagining that moment when the ship would dock and he would go down and meet his family who would then rush towards him and wrap him in their loving arms.   But instead of that happy ending, Lolo Ricardo had a tragic one.  When Typhoon Frank devastated the seas of Romblon and caused the M/V Princess of the Stars to overturn and sink, Lolo Ricardo was one of the 800 plus passengers who sunk with it. 

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(Top) Lolo Ricardo receiving his certificate for conditional pardon. (Bottom) Lolo Ricardo in tears while thanking the Lord for his freedom.

With him were three jailguards–Einstein Ponciano, Virgilio Rejoj and Ramiro Martin plus Marlon Porones, a prisoner who was supposed to attend a court hearing in Talibon, Bohol.

The Bureau of Corrections is still searching for them but up to now they still have no idea if they’re still alive or already dead.

Yesterday afternoon, the families of the passengers of the sunken M/V Princess of the Stars held a Sayaw-Panalangin in fron the the Sulpicio Lines ticketing office as a mark of their pagbababang-luksa.  It’s been forty days since that tragic day which took the lives of hundreds of people.  But up to now, these families still have no idea where their loved ones are.  Having lost someone I loved two years ago, I know how devastating the grief is.  But how much more is it for these families who don’t even know where the bodies of their loved ones are?  No body to embrace for the last time.  To bid a final goodbye to.  How can you expect them to move on when there’s this thin desperate hope that their loved ones are still alive taunting them? Torturing them?

As with everything else in this country, justice and closure for these families are still a long way off.  But I hope and pray that for the sake of the souls of the hundreds of dead people trapped underneath the M/V Princess of the Stars or floating in the Visayan seas and for their families’ peace of mind, this time will be an exception.