Deja Vu.

I let my heart break so easily.

>A<

12.02.06 weekend - Part II

CYPRESS. What better way to conclude a night of art at MOA than to commute all the way to Cainta and drink! Indeed, that was an experience. From the time rhoda and I took the baclaran bus at MOA, to 7am the next day when i arrived home all puffy and wasted, it was one hell of a memorable night.

It was the first time i ever made it to my katokayo's birthday party. I've been invited twice before but i was never able to go. I really wanted to go this time to make it up to him, no matter how reluctant i was. See at first i got a little scared because i was technically going to be alone. I prayed my best friend would be able to make it but he really couldn't go, neither could niel and sheena. That kindof freaked me out a little bit. I mean, i knew everyone who was going to be there and i hang out with most of them too, but i've been so used to having atleast one of those three around when i do these kinds of things with college friends. It's like a security blanket for me to atleast have someone i'm really at ease with to be around when i'm getting ready to get wasted with people i don't normally get hung over with. I don't know if any of you get my point, but yeah, that was that.

I still went though… I experienced the tiring commute to alex' house with my pro-creator (i love psych!) friend rhoda. We were supposed to hitch a ride with chris and everyone, but unfortunately there was only enough room for one of us. We kept texting people for directions and sheila was kind enough to always reply. HOWEVER, sheila was also kind enough to give the wrong bus route from galleria. Yes, it was wrong. Imagine our shock when the bus turned right when we expected it to just pass the junction. We asked the conductor if they were going to pass the subdivision we were looking for, and surprise surprise, they weren't going to. But, they told us that they could drop us off on the way back.

Feeling all lucky and shit, rhoda and i sat back down laughing at ourselves. Thank goodness the bus line that we were on was on its last trip and was going back to the bus terminal which was right beside the subdivision we needed to go to. whew! No thanks to anyone though for not telling us that we could've just stepped off the bus at the intersection to walk the very, VERY short distance to our destination. -_-

After that we took a pedicab at the gate and enjoyed the crisp, cold air and the clear sky. You really don't see that many stars in Manila, so it was a nice treat. Too bad we weren't with our heartbreaker dudes instead… that would've made the date-ish ride even more memorable. ^_-

Well, after we got to the house it took no time for tokayo to get the party started. They took the big bottle of vodka out and started mixing! Unfortunately for me i listened to alex and downed the first glass in three big gulps. That made a mess of me early, and i could only get more wasted from there. True enough, many glasses of vodka, brandy, soda and water later — i was on the couch. If i didn't get in when i did, i knew the glasses would keep on coming and i'd risk being more seriously whacked. To think that at that point i couldn't walk straight anymore!

Miraculously, i was able to wake up for a while at around 3:30 am to get some fresh air, long enough as well to say goodbye to some of the guys who were heading home. A while more after that, we finally took our places on the floor, on the sofa and in the car for a much needed sleep.

So there… As i've said, i got home at 7am. Lots of interesting stuff went on behind the scenes with ze familia because of the whole overnight thing, but that's another story. :p All that's important is that i made it through the night in one piece, we all enjoyed tons of drunken laughs with each other, and that we were there for alex' birthday.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ULET TSONG! Next year ule, you never know. ^_-

>A<

12.02.06 weekend - Part I

GRAPHIKA MANILA. I had second thoughts about going… but then in the end, it still sounded like a worthwhile experience. And so i went, 9 friggin' am and i was already at MOA… I felt like such a dork. Good thing sheena was right behind me and arrived just a few minutes after i did. Hoorah fellow dork. hahahah.

Good lord what a long registration line that was! I saw quite a few cuties here and there while waiting… and then there were my schoolmates. :p hahah. There were also the hot motorolla girls, the nice bouncer dudes, and the over-zealous organizers. They pretty much prepped us for one knock-out show… unfortunately, not all of the speakers were memorable.

It started out quite slow with MK12… They didn't make it to the Philippines admitting to the fact that they got pretty scared about the whole typhoon thing, so they did the seminar through video conferencing. They were a laugh. It would've been better though if they were actually here coz then we wouldn't have had all the dead air and shit. But they were good no doubt. One of the best that day.

AND THEN, my goodness, came Avid Liongoren. I didn't even know he did all the stuff that he showed us! That guy is pretty darn talented, and extremely funny too. He's directed and created videos for a lot of Filipino musicians: Kitchie Nadal (same ground), Rivermaya (Sunday driving) and Kamikazee (Martyr Niyebera - THE BEST! hahah!). He's also made local and international commercials for Smart (panday theme), Robitussin (darna theme), Islander (the new one, in the barrio) and Suzuki (two TVCs in Singapore). I love, LOVE him…! And the Chroma-men rocked too.

Inksurge was also there… AGAIN, it was a little slow. They were kindof boring to listen to actually… BUT, they started out with a really funny video presentation, and they really did show us what they've got. Undoubtedly, these guys are really talented people. They have pretty cool stuff under their sleeves… they're creative, imaginative, versatile, and yet they stay true to their style without boring anyone who takes a look. Kick-ass work creates fans…. i like 'em. c:

Team Manila… yes, the infamous Team Manila. hmm… I really have nothing to say. I do remember their presentation for a reason… however, for the sake of my safety, i really don't want to say anything more. Uh, they're a really cool group of guys though, and i hope it works out with the whole MMDA art project (kudos to you guys for thinking about that).

Joshua Davis… Oh dear, Joshua Davis. THAT DUDE DROVE US NUTS! hahahah! He's so unbelievably witty and funny and hella smart! He's an artist, an illustrator AND a programmer. Yes, a programmer. He actually wrote programs to make his signature art. One might think it's kinda not fair to let a machine do a lot of the work for you, but when you really think about it, it's ingenious! I mean, those are still his drawings, his ideas, and his eye for art that makes every final product a winner. It's sick how he thinks about these things… AND HE ROCKS BECAUSE OF IT!

"MANILAAAAAAAAA!" :p

>A

I Can Only Imagine.

Watch this: The Incredible Father

Father-son duo are world class competitors, despite odds.
Article taken from http://www.cnn.com/US/9911/29/hoyt.family/index.html

BOSTON (CNN) — When Rick Hoyt was 15, he communicated something to his father that changed both their lives. "Dad," the mute quadriplegic wrote in his computer after his father pushed him in a wheelchair in a five-kilometer race, "I felt like I wasn't handicapped."

Rick, now 37, has had cerebral palsy since birth. But he has always been treated simply as one of the family, included by his now-divorced parents in almost everything brothers Rob and Russell did.

"They told us to put Rick away, in an institution, (because) he's going to be nothing but a vegetable for the rest of his life," his father remembers.

"We said, 'No, we're not going to do that. We're going to bring Rick home and bring him up like any other child,'" says Dick Hoyt, 59, a retired lieutenant colonel with the Air National Guard. "And this is what we have done."

And how.

Every Boston Marathon since 1981.

For more than 20 years, Dick has either towed, pushed or carried Rick in a string of athletic challenges including every Boston Marathon since 1981 and, most recently, last month's Ironman Triathlon World Championships in Hawaii.

For that event, competitors have to swim 2 1/2 miles through the ocean and then peddle a bicycle 112 miles before running a hilly, 26.2-mile marathon.

In the triathlon swim, Rick lies on his back in a rubber raft attached by rope to a wetsuit vest worn by his father. In the bike portion, Rick sits in a chair attached to the front of Dick's bike, and on the run, Dick pushes Rick in the race chair.

This year, it took them 16 hours and 14 minutes to finish the 140-mile day of reckoning — about two hours slower than their first try, in 1989. But time isn't the point. Teamwork is. The Hoyts are the only tandem ever to complete the Ironman Triathlon World Championships together.

(more…)

Drift.

I'm on a ONE TREE HILL sound trip right now… The torrent just finished downloading and i'm enjoying the fruits of my "labor." heheh. love it, love it, love it! I'm also watching the whole last season again on ETC. I missed a lot of it last time so i have to catch up before i miss too much and i lose track of my boys next season. ^_-

A typhoon's going to hit manila in a few hours. Our good pilot friend told us that the prediction is that it will hit at midnight tonight. Ofcourse, being the reliable people that they are, PAGASA suggested the suspension of classes today… Tomorrow's a holiday so that's covered already. THEN, they now report that the typhoon has changed its course and it's not going to hit manila anymore. So now some people are all pissed about it because a lot of us have spent time preparing for it; potponed events, suspended classes, shopped for batteries and extra supplies. The storm Milenyo taught us enough to not be caught off guard by a friggin' typhoon. Right now a lot of people are probably relaxing and setting their candles back in their cupboards. Unfortunately, the truth is that the storm just moved A LITTLE… Again, our good pilot friend informed us that the storm only moved 42 miles south of Manila, it's still going to hit manila pretty hard.

Nice going PAGASA.

>A<


Visited my first public blog today… the one in blogspot.
*sigh* …those memories. -_-

i was all for mau and pow!

Pow Chavez was robbed. She shouldn't have been eliminated tonight.

Dang it. -_-

Whatever…

>A<

Merry Christmas to Me! ^_^

Haaay. The famous saying that goes: "It wouldn't hurt to dream…" doesn't really apply to me. Because to want these things, and to actually need a couple of them, HURTS pretty good. -_-

However, going along with the Filipino saying: "Libre ang mangarap…" i can hurt for as long as i want to without feeling too guilty about it. heheh.

So if any of my nice friends out there would like to give me something for Christmas… Don't give me any of those things in that collage. [I know none of you can, so why bother right? :p] Just pray that by some miracle i'd find a way to make my Christmas wishes come true…

…both material AND immaterial ones. ^_^

Advanced happy holidays everyone!

>A<

Flags of Our Fathers

I hate war movies. -_-

No offense to those who like 'em, i have nothing against what they stand for. It's just that, I hate seeing people running around getting shot. I know there's a whole "brotherhood" thing that endears people to these movies. There's also the fact that these are stories of real people. Things like that are taken seriously and on high regard. But on those times that I did get to watch a war movie (like tonight), I always get this feeling at the pit of my stomach. And I hate it.

Those scenes where the men move in holding their guns and shouting their asses off while tons of them get shot and bombed, blood and guts everywhere, they're not very nice to see. The scenes where they show a guy standing up, signaling to the rest of the troop, then something suddenly explodes and *poof* he's all over the place… It makes me sick. It makes me sick thinking about death… It makes me even more sick to think about theirs. It's sad and frustrating how more often than not, 80 to 90 percent of them die. It's heroic, yes.

But still… why revel in it?

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Another Beginning

PANIC. That's what kicked in. Everything was going fine during the first few rounds. But on my last run, i found myself stuck between a stationary car in front, and an expecting car behind me. When they said go… i went. FAST. I remember my best friend in the backseat going: "pach break… break. BREAK!!!!!!!" The next thing i knew my friend beside me steered the car to the left, pulled the hand break, and put the car in neutral… ALL OF WHICH HAPPENED RIGHT IN THE NICK OF TIME.

I'll never drive again…

…unless i have a professional present. WHEW!

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