Hello LJ. I moved. I'm still keeping this one, though, so I hope you will too. Find me on accidentprawn. Friend me na rin. I'm pressed for time so I haven't friended everyone yet. But, yay.
Gah, it's midnight and I should be asleep. I've updated Turn; I felt I couldn't update without saying SOMETHING about Milenyo, so I did. That's all I'm gonna say about that.
I've been busy with school (what I now refer to as my job teaching at the De La Salle-College of Saint Benilde), work (what I now refer to as my day job writing for an upcoming music website) and ballet (what I've always called what I do at our family-run dance studio, though for a time it was also what I called my professional dancing career, hence the need to clarify). I have net connection at work, but I don't think I have time to blog or update Turn, I've got lots to do and for the first time in my life, I'll only work (I promised myself) during the prescribed 8:30-5:30 sked and not more than that unless I need to watch this artist or that band, etc.
I'll find time, I know I will.
Last night (well, Monday night), at the Chilitees album relaunch, I flexed my social skills, something I haven't done in a while. It was funny. I actually said, "Hello Chilitees!" complete with batting eyelashes to the band and thought, my it's a good thing they know you're Mikah's girlfriend or else it'll come across as something else all together. I'm out of shape yet, humor me.
I'll try to blog again tomorrow. And I'll try to be more interesting. I said I'll try.
-- Plug time:
Please catch GROUND ZERO, an art exhibit at Big Sky Mind, starting tomorrow night (well, tonight technically), October 4, 2006. My favorite artist of all time, Lala Gallardo, has a couple of paintings, woot!
GUIJO JAZZ NIGHT at Saguijo Bar + Cafe continues this Thursday, and every first Thursday of the month. It's my dream line-up: Quail Quartet, Out Of Body Special, Radioactive Sago Project and Sound are the haps!
Digression: can I just say it irks me that the plug on the Saguijo website for Jazz Night is "Not so Jazzy Hoe night." First of all, it's not funny, nor witty. Second of all, Ho is spelled without an E, unless you mean a gardening tool. Mikah, if that tagline was your idea, we need to talk.
Sting in my head, "Be yourself, no matter what they say..."
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Hey, everyone who just can't last a day without spreading Filipino culture through the blogosphere, check out PinoyLitWiki and PinoyMusicWiki, our very own Wikipedia pages for Filipino lit and music. It looks daunting, but someday it will be full to the brim and you can smile at yourself and say, "Hey, I helped start that up..."
I've been thinking a lot about Mark lately, Mark who is Markmomukhamo, because of my new job. He was my sensei when I started out as a music website writer so many years (well, 7) ago, so of course I was thinking of him now that I'm returning to music website writing again. He might say, "Oh, I didn't do much, just prodded you in the right direction and hoped your taste and judgment were as good as you pretended..." but that was plenty. He saw me through my first reviews, my first rock awards (complete with dinner at Quick Stomach with his friends and Leslie), my first interviews (armed of course with his own how-to-interview manual and his copy of Eric Caruncho's book). He patiently pointed out that Sting was still Adult Contemporary, no matter what I say, and I whine as much as (insert rockstar's name)'s girlfriend. And he wasn't even my boss or anything, just someone in the office who had more important responsibilities, but took time out to make sure the music site was done right. For all this, I am so grateful. I don't think I ever thanked him properly and this is still not proper enough, but: Thank you, Mark! Thank you very much! :)
1. Where were you 1 hour ago? Eating dinner, which was roast chicken, buttered corn, and crab soup.
2. Who will be your next kiss? I hope BBeB.
3. Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you? Cons' tongue, a picture frame of my dad and brother on top of the piano.
4. When is the last time you went to the mall? Yesterday and it was hot and they were selling all their frozen stuff for cheap because the generator was gonna die soon.
5. Are you wearing socks right now? Not cold enough.
6. When was the last time you went out of the state? Out of Metro Manila - to ze beach!!!! Woooohoooo!
7. Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days? No, and not in a while, too.
8. What was the last thing you had to drink? Coca cola.
9. What are you wearing right now? Wushu boy t-shirt and pale green house shorts.
10. What was your last purchase? Um, nappies because I got my period a couple days ago. Then the storm happened and I haven't purchased anything at all yet.
11. Last food you ate? Roast chicken, buttered corn, and crab soup. Ah, deja vu... Oh and I had rice with that.
Milenio is the most apt name for that kind of hurricane. Hyeah.
Among other damages, my phone broke. Well, it's frustrating enough that there is hardly any signal at all, but I think because I dropped it once too many, the joystick doesn't work anymore and I cannot read anyone's messages all the way through - Jewels, that means your last one to me. And then there's hardly any signal, which is frustrating enough, did I say?
I finished Gene Wolfe's Peace, yay. It's so many things at once. I love it. I didn't understand it right away, but I think that's the point. I'm glad a lot of my theories were on the money, though, hurray.
I'm too busy right now to update Turn. I hope you all understand.
Another reason why I'm not updating Turn, besides the storm and the power outages and the new job and the thesis conclusion that should be written first, is my brother reinstalled windows in my laptop yesterday and I can't use it because it's still missing a lot of things. And since my phone's joystick doesn't work, I can't upload pics till that gets fixed too. Agh.
But I'm fine and unlike a lot of people, we have electricity and water (thank God) and not a lot of damages, unlike a lot of people. I mean, BBEB isn't even sure yet if he can bathe by tomorrow.
Heheh.
I'm wasting my precious internet time to whine. Haha.
Jazz Night's next Thursday and I'll see you all there, aight?
First day of work, like the first day of school and your teacher wasn't around. Other faculty and classmates were there, but your teacher was sick. Called in around 10, gave you work to do. Aye, aye, cap'n!
It was fun, I have to admit. It didn't feel like I did all that much, but heck, it's the first day. And listening to an album takes time.
I'm bringing a mug tomorrow.
I feel like I've been the victim of a practical joke, though. I was advised to wear corporate attire today because there was a news crew that was gonna take shots of the office, but the shoot was postponed and I wasn't advised of THAT, so I came in more dressed up than the bosses. Our team's boss was in a Hawaiian shirt and I thought, um, maybe I got the wrong memo?
I just felt weird being the first one to leave the office, even if I was already five minutes overtime. I know I'll get over that feeling weird part, but who am I to complain, right? All I did all day was watch bands on YouTube.
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BBEBTARFI: (upon the discovery of what I did all day) You Tuber!! Para kang kamote.
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I found a chapbook I made of my first blog that I distributed to three of my closest friends. I was reading it and was in awe of how it felt like the kind of novel I had always wanted to write - smart and witty and tongue-in-cheek but not taking itself too seriously. It's too short to be a novel but while reading it, I was thinking, wow. Over and over. It was kinda hard to believe that I wrote it at all, except I remember some of those things as things that really happened to me. Some of the other things, though, I'm like, eh?
I want the Pots to read it. It won't make them like a certain band better but at least they'll understand US better and maybe stop hurting our feelings. Or not. They have bigger things on their mind.
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Happy birthday to the best mother in the world:
the parentals
It's her birthday in 3... 2... 1... HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAAAAAY!!!! I love you, Ma!
Lalo na when Sol is yelling "Bravo!" in the background and your babies class are squealing, "That was beautiful, Teacher Joelle!" A captured audience, yes, but an audience still. Like the deaf guy said in A Lot Like Love, this is your life, right now.
And you know you rocked when your dad doesn't get mad at you for longer than he usually does when he finds something to get mad at.
This is probably the best time I've ever had dancing, ever. Hee.
Tonight, I've discovered what it feels like to be a nagging mother - I was babysitting my cousin Anton (whom I fondly call Ticky) and helping him write a movie review of Eight Below for English class. GAAAAAAAAWD!!!!! Dear God, I am sorry for all the times I spent complaining and whining about homework back in grade school, aaagh. That said, I watched clips of Eight Below on YouTube to be able to help him, and wow, it's such a beautiful movie with the dogs all amazing and uncannily human. I wanted to watch it when it came out in the cinema, but Swanky said he doesn't like dog movies.
I'm thinking though that I don't want to see it because the humans LEAVE THE 8 DOGS IN ANTARCTICA DURING A HORRIBLE STORM AND CALL OFF THE RESCUE MISSION TO SAVE THEM. Then again, that's what the movie's about, duh. Still, aaaaaugh!!!! The clips where the dogs are all depressed and protecting each other from the elements and scavenging from food break my heart, I swear! Aaaagh! Poor puppies!!!! *racing to hug Cons again for the nth time*
Sige nga, try watching this, a scene where the dogs are giving their hurt pack leader some food, and not feel a thing, I dare ya:
Oh, I also want to comment that it super rocks that the leader of this pack is the only girl, Maya. She's probably the mother of most of them, no?
I kinda miss movie reviews that followed this format: I. Title II. Setting III. Characters IV. Summary of the Plot: A. Beginning B. Middle C. End V. Moral of the story VI. Opinion
um, now it's george michael and cons is asleep, hahaha
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Right at the lyric:
This pain is just too unreal...
Constantine, on cue, starts howling. Like he's feeling the pain just as much as that Evanescence girl is. I swear, Jacqui only plays that song to get Cons to sing.
For his pain, I gave him a Skyflakes, his favorite cracker. Look, he holds it between his paws.
I've been so tired lately of getting into trouble that the littlest things worry me.
I don't know about other 32 year olds, but I don't regret anything I've ever done. I don't feel old. I don't feel like time is ticking and I should be raising a family by now. I think my life rocks.
Well, I could be a little thinner, but that's minor.
Of course, now that I've a sort-of new job, all the complaints of two days ago vanish into thin air. Hmph.
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I've never seen her cry this much before. I've never seen her actually in love before. It's unsettling.
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I paid 500 bucks to print out two chapters of my thesis - and these were the short chapters! This because the video card of our family computer (haha, meaning not Lucas' work pc and not the laptops we each own) died this morning and my laptop was only connected to the printer through the network on the big pc and Lucas had left already for school and I couldn't find the printer's installer CD. *pause for breath*
And then, I go to school to give these revised chapters to my adviser and she says, "Okay, now print out your entire thesis and give it to me so I can look at it as a whole before I give my final comments." Um, print it out again???? After all that shit and P500 bucks?
"Okay." I'm a putz.
I have to revise my conclusion, but she says it's very good. I guess it put me in a happy-happy mood, and hey, I'm gonna make sure it's printable at home because 500 bucks for two chapters is not funny.
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What Lucas says when I demand the installer CD from him and tell him I spent 500 bucks to print out 65 pages: "Well, that's alright, you have a new job."
I have a new job, part time for now, which is good, and pays well for a part time gig. I start on Tuesday. I realized only today that I'm actually excited. My biggest worry is will I have time to update Turn? Haha, yeah, I know.
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Haha, Kitch, you're gonna be so sick of me. And Waya, I'll be only two streets away most of the time. :)
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I'm still teaching, which is why I'm only part-time at the new job for now. I love my students, they're so receptive, at the same time, they want to know more and they think on their own - quite unheard of among most dancers (given that most dancers just want to dance). I'm glad I didn't give them up.
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Monday, during choreography class-- "Miss, why didn't you dance in the Best-of show?"
Today, in my thesis adviser's office-- "Why didn't you watch it at least?"
If I'm not going to dance in that show, I don't want to see other people ruin dances that had meant something to me, that I had slaved over and perfected, that still affects me when I remember performing it. I wanted to avoid another round of angst, thank you very much.
Dancing in that show would only prove that they were right and my earlier protests about the company mean shit. But you can't really explain that to people without explaining everything else. At least, on my LJ, nobody really wants to figure that out. Except Mikah, who wants to know everything because he is a Transmogrifier. Hmph.
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Sometimes I look at him and think, how the hell did I get so lucky? Sometimes, I think he doesn't love me as much as I love him, because wouldn't that be too much? Too weird? Too good to be true? But he does. Or he says he does. Or he smiles at me and I know he doesn't have to say it. And it's like everybody in the world should be this happy because it just super rocks.
I remember, this one time I was trying so hard (failing many, many times) to get over this other guy who had broken my heart over and over, I had made myself a mantra: I will find love because I so deserve to be loved the way I love. I only thought of it again today. I swear you never find these things, they come to you.
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Sunday-- Jacqui: So, why didn't you dance? Ako hindi sumayaw kasi may Wushu ako. Lucas: Oo nga, bakit di ka sumayaw? Ako, may class ako. Me: Aba. Ako, may prinsipyo ako. Jacqui and Lucas: Panalo.
sige-na-nga translation: Jacqui: I had Wushu. Lucas: Yeah, why didn't you dance? I had class. Me: Well. I have principles. Jacqui and Lucas: Winner.
Hyeah.
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Egad, this is a lot. Thanks for sticking till the end credits. *hug*
Agh, I hate YouTube. Ever since my laptop could play the frickin' videos, I've been doing nothing but watch watch watch... I've got stuff to do, darn it!
Eh sino pala ang tanga? Agh.
Have a lot of thesis revising to do. My adviser is actually very, "Looks okay to me," but she's all on "Let's defend na!" mode and I'm on "Wait, it still sucks, you must magically transform it!!!" panic mode. Also, because I'm a dork addicted to YouTube, instead of revising the little revising there is, I'm, well, on YouTube. Where's the discipline, girl?
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I didn't YouTube much today, I spent most of the day with my parents. It was surreal. Good, but surreal nevertheless. I've made a deal with myself to have a better relationship with them. I know, but better late than never, right?
But that doesn't mean you can't YouTube today, if I wasn't able to. Watch this one, it's a goody. And the drummer is hawt.
Fran: Oh my, look at this beautiful blouse! Me: Oooh, how nice. I do love sheer things. Fran: And it's sheer but you can still wear it without a bra. Me: No, you can't, your boobs will show. Fran: It's opaque at the top. Me: Only till the top of the boob! You'll see my nipple. Fran: (holds blouse against me) No, I won't. See?! (pokes MY NIPPLE!) Me: FRAAAAAN!!!!! (runs to Elaine, all aghast) Elaine, guess what Fran did!!!! Fran: (while I tell Elaine the story) I didn't mean to, really, I didn't! Elaine: (tired from being shopgirl all day, looks at Fran and grins) Good aim. Fran: Hee hee.
I was putting together an impromptu portfolio/sample of my writing and, horrors, when I went to pinoycentral.com - where I was writing one-article-a-day for a good two years, the website was just NOT THERE. It does something crazy to you, to see two-years' hard work just vanishing into thin air. Anyway, desperate for samples of my writing, I googled my name and found this link.
It's a page of links of essays that past members of the college org I belonged to had written. I was like, whoa, am I in good company. :)
I'm blogging so that Kaye Abad on Maxim isn't the first thing I see whenever I open Internet Explorer. Hah.
So, I played around with my current images using Photoshop (Pornoshop, as Renzy calls it) and re-uploaded them, so most of the pics on Turn and my Maki pics and rabbit pics on this blog look a bit brighter. Refresh this page, please! I must confess though, I went a little nuts with the Maki, harhar, sorry. I don't have Photoshop in this laptop, though I should get it, because my phone cam pics do need tweaking. I'm just lazy.
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I was with three ingenious men last Wednesday night, talking about various things over bowls of bulalo. I think we were talking of addictions when I piped up, wanting to join in, "I've recently gotten over my addiction to bassists." One of the three ingenious men, whom we shall hide behind the code punchdrunkslob (LOL!) said to me it surprised him to find out on my LJ that Mayo was my ex. I thought anyone connected with the Purplechickens would know that, but it has been almost ten years ago (holy crap, it was?). Joon then tells me I've done a good thing. A what thing? I ask. Your liking the bassist, it makes us feel that we are noticed somehow, and appreciated, he says.
I think more women should try to throw themselves at Joon. Bassists are adored everywhere! They know that because of their sexy instruments, they are sexy by association! It's come to the point actually that my friends and I have this theory that bassists are evil! I should know, I've gone out with/flung with/been burned/any-combination-of-the-above-items by four bassists. Waya even contributed a line to a story I was to write of the disease, "Sino ang bahista ng buhay mo?" Haha!
Hello Jewels, hahahaha.
I don't think bassists are evil anymore. Not all bassists anyway. Or, rather, I concede they have varying levels of evil, diluted by other instruments they play in other bands, which finally explains why I think Jazz Nicolas (another of the ingenious three) is hot. I don't know how Joon fails to see that he, as a bassist and sexy by association, is adored also, but some guys are just born that way. I leave that to your own interpretation. Hehe.
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To be clear, I didn't meet Mayo as a bassist first, I only saw him play the bass after we broke up. The other 3? Guilty, guilty, guilty.
The love of most-of-my-college life was a cellist. Does that have anything to do with that, you think?
I've also fallen very hard, harder than all four bassists put together, with a guitar player, and have not loved another guitarist the same way before then or since. Is this like exception to the rule or something? Means he's really something special, no? That said, I've also fallen very, very, very, very hard for a drummer. Even if he refuses to write me a friggin' song.
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A previous conversation with ingenious man #3, some months ago -- M: I want to someday play the bass. J: Hmmm. M: Aha! Check out that happy smile! J: What? M: You like that I'm going to play the bass, don't you? J: Yes, because most of the songs you write have very intricate (I made that up right now, I must have said something less cool back then) bass lines and you should learn to play the bass. You are more obsessed with the bass than me! M: Does it turn you on?
Okay, I made that last one up, too. He actually continued our conversation to songwriting and I didn't think that made a very good punchline. But since we're on the topic, sino yung bahista ng buhay niyo?
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Seems like I have to participate in the online war debate/eventual agreement on Rockstar: Supernova engaged in by two of my best friends dyewels and mon_mons. You see, Storm Large was voted off yesterday and now they're all hugging and blubbering over her "Wish You Were Here" elimination performance. And then taunting me for liking Magni because he's bald. Haha.
Actually, and I know I've said this before, if not here, then live to my sister, anyone can win Supernova at this point and it's okay. They're all really fab and I don't really love Supernova to the point that I super really care who's going to win.
It's come to the point where it's quite painful to see anyone go, and I really felt bad that Storm had to leave so soon, coupled with that wow performance of "Wish You Were Here." I thought they'd take Dilana out first, but remembered her blood pact with Tommy Lee in Vegas, haha. Anyway, the last time I felt this crushed was when they kicked Zayra out. Well, not crushed, exactly. Lala said that she knows Storm isn't right for Supernova but she's gonna miss her. That's how I feel about Zayra. And then I concentrated my magics in getting them to eliminate Patrice and Ryan, haha.
But if you ask me who remains my favorite Rockstar contestant, it is still Marty Casey. And, as it really feels opportune, I'm putting up his youtube video of when he sang "Wish You Were Here." Just ignore the walang-kwenta choir.
dear mr. love... my name is bhoy...i'm only 39 years old...
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I'm supposed to finish my IMPROCO syllabus and email it to my coordinator but I JUST. DON'T. FEEL. LIKE. IT. Syllabi are pretty easy and fun to make, but the school I work for wants the long and short version and my problem is I do the short version first. Smart me, huh?
IMPROCO stands for Improper Conduct. Nah, just kidding, it stands for Improvisation and Composition. But I'm so going to write that on the board on the first day of class, heheh.
But first, some Japanese:
Spider Maki - I kid you not. Well, maybe a little bit. Tee hee.
OMYGOD! MARTY CASEY HAS AN ALBUM OUT AND IT'S GOT "TREES" IN IT!!!! IT'S CURRENTLY BEING SOLD HERE IN THIS COUNTRY!!!! This is so going in Turn one of these days...
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Hee hee, I get so excited when I see the statcounter on Turn Turn Turn with higher numbers than it had previously, and then I think, feh, that could be you. I keep putting my ISP on the "block ISP" window, but I still see "publishpost" as one of the referral pages, meaning, hey, that's me. Is that possible that my ISP changes at will?
That said, I'm happy with how it looks so far; I wish I had more buttons for the sidebar, more events to plug, but these will come in time. I have to curb the incessant need to keep fixing and tweaking and prettifying it because I have a thesis to revise, a syllabus to submit, a life to live, and so on. I'm updating tomorrow, in case you're curious.
Speaking of statcounters, I tried putting one here, just for the heck of it, then I remembered that people normally look at my journal entries through their friends pages. Haha.
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A funny funny IM conversation with one of my best friends, Frannie. Backstory, I have been planning to visit her at her office (a publishing company) for lunch, but I can never find time and logistics. Okay, enough backstory.
Me: We can feature your books on Turn. Fran: Yay! I can give you lots of pics for that. Me: Oh, wow, we must have lunch soon! Fran: I'm so excited, I know what books, too! Fran: Oh, but it's so late! Me: What? Fran: It's almost 3. Too late for lunch. Me: You haven't had lunch yet? Me: Oh, no, I was talking about us, one of these days! Fran: No, I meant you.
And lots of ROFL ensued.
Me: We're funny. Fran: We're Ditz International.
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Hey, congrats to Cel for winning a Palanca. Oh, and other Quill news, I saw the trailer for a Jessica Soho show on out-of-this-world weddings, which featured Lorie's LOTR wedding but on the shot of it on the trailer, instead of Lorie and her husband, all you can see is PAUL CATIANG AS GANDALF. Star! I was laughing my head off, can I just say.
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When I was in high school, I had a friend who had a friend who had just graduated from our high school and went to DLSU and came over during her term break. I remember her telling my friend that she was so glad finals were over and she was going to "really live it up this week, with drinking galore, partying galore, bumming galore." (pardon the use of "galore," it was the 80s...) This stuck with me because I thought, wow, a whole week of hedonism! Then, years later, I went to college, in UP, which has one month term breaks and thought, heck, what the hell was all that ado about the one week term break?
I distributed course cards last Friday, and the term starts this coming Friday. Ack! Well, I tell myself, at least the gaps in between paydays won't be so long, though. And I only have class on Mondays, hehe. Yeah, I know, I just like to complain.
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