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.