thanks to the loyal patrons of my annual july farty! too bad a band of renegade soldiers from the AFP (armed forces of the philippines) staged some sort of coup, with regards to grievances against the GMA government; thus a lot of my good friends couldn’t make it. boo. it was just bizarre ending a party sitting in front of the TV at 5am watching men in fatigues with red armbands wire an area of the makati district with C4 explosives. although their grievances are legit, i’m not so sure about the way they’re handling the situation.. the world is a nasty place to live in sometimes.
the past few days have been pretty cool; on tuesday watched moonstar88 and parokya ni edgar at 70’s bistro. they made my night when they sang the classic chikinini. on wednesday watched kjwan (jorel’s new band.. with marc abaya) at millenia, and celebrated the dawn of my birthday with good music. i got to meet karl roy, that was pretty rad. got some more good stuff to look forward to for the week, vince is coming and i have a farty on saturday. come come come! 0919.259.2097
my ass turned 22 today. i would’ve made really big spontaneous plans, but of course i had the shittiest time last night and this morning because of this damn cold that came from the middle of nowhere. i hate colds. i’d rather have diarrhea than have a cold- at least i can read while pooing, or call up people (which is fun, you should try it). no one really seems to mind anyway, until they hear you flush. and then you can say your goodbyes. but being stuck with a runny nose and a perpetually empty kleenex box, that’s just no fun. no one seems to admire the cute little squares that my tissues get folded into either. everyone probably knows when i get a cold, cos those little tissue residues show up everywhere imaginable, like little horny white rabbits multiplying into every possible dimension. it used to drive my brother nuts when i left them in the car. see, sniffles are just not fun at all.. hooray for pooing! and hooray for the good food at cena.. oink!
it’s been an interesting year. i want to get all sentimental, but i ran out of kleenex.. maybe tomorrow.
i recently re-read the catcher in the rye. boy, holden can really get to you. i swear to god, he can. the way he thought reminded me somewhat of high school, being sick of all these phonies and all. hah ;) what a crack. he kills me, he really does.
where have i gone? the biggest mystery is why i’m still jetlagged after a week here in manila. the only hiatus was this saturday when ivan had a party and i stayed till 330am. dropped off plek along quezon ave in front of classmate, i was entertained by his stories of lurid encounters with the women and establishments that dot the strip. what a character.
this is tracy. she works at ABS-CBN, had lunch with her the other day. isn’t she cute? anyway, the past few days have been spent playing dr. mario with joes. hours and hours of dr. mario. i have to download one of those NES emulators one of these days.. that will spell doom upon me, then i’ll finally fall hopelessly into the oblivion of an eternal summer bum, festering into a glub of incoherent human tissue. tomorrow i leave for cebu until sunday to visit vincent. yay! oh by the way, lookout for the hidden links.. move your mouse over the text, there might be some more stuff to what i’m talking about. blah.
chalk one up for andrea! here they are before they headed out for some hot makeout session. isn’t she a stud?! let’s just pray her parents never see my website. you gotta hand it to her though, she’s got game! fo shizzle my nizzle!
i like travelling alone, you get to meet really interesting people. yesterday i met this medical professor from boston who was gonna give a talk somewhere in manila. in the course of our random conversations, he was telling me about nitrous oxide forming inside the cabin of deep-diving vessels as a result of the pressure, which makes for a really awesome high. hmm. his son was an engineer by training, and now works in a lab with huge refrigerators containing the heads of whales. he does research about sonic communications or whatever, and studies the internal workings of whales to better understand them and build better navigation systems for submarines. its a big world out there.
last night saw a bunch of my good friends, i really missed them! ended up in san francisco coffee with mon and matt, who were studying for med shit, and gino, joey, mikkel, gus, big… good ol’ days. apparently, big’s naked pictures are doing a few rounds on local e-mails.. what a stud!!
this is kathlyn. behind her is the house of the osbournes. the poor schmuck from san francisco wanted to see them badly, and so we headed out disguised as japanese tourists. there were a handful of other spectators camping outside the osbourne abode, hoping to catch a glimpse of jack’s blubber, or whatever else floated their boats. i’m not a really big fan of the show, although black sabbath has been in healthy rotation on my playlist. afterwards, i had to take kath to a local bakery where to my horror she inhaled a slice of cake to satisfy her chocolate fix.. poor child. she made me feel guilty about spreading rumors back in manila that she got so fat she couldn’t fit through a doorway. if she reads this, she’ll probably never talk to me again, but we’ll continue eating when we’re together anyway. bwahahaha! oink!
a lot of my friends are leaving. i guess its a sign for me to bail out and head on over to the PI. aside from andre, narcs, and jj, alana is gearing up for psychopath grad school action and kathlyn begins paralegal white collar sweatshop labor next week. i’ve been fortunate that everyone has been randomly visiting me here in tarzana, or else i’d just cease to exist. at one point joes started to call me the ‘matrix’ hehe. its just so easy to lay and pig around.. its scary! will the summer slothfest get the best of me? help lovine from disappearing, visit him! let’s go drink!
i actually abstained from alcohol today. aside from being a sunday, i had the biggest headache this morning; but it was a small price to pay for the awesome time i had for jenny’s birthday! the sangria pre-party at her apartment left me in a really good party mood, and i just spent the rest of the night dancing. not to mention jenny is probably my fave dancing partner! it reminded me of erika coronel’s party at la jota way back in 99.. i can’t dance, but i can.. sometimes. ;) cheers to that, jenny! :D
been drinking 4 out of the past 5 days. it can get pretty scary. but anyway.. yesterday i hung out with my cousins, and it was pretty chill.. right up until i heard noises outside my house. at first i thought it was my neighbor nextdoor, and so i went outside to investigate. apparently, they were pat o’brien’s kids.. and i heard two guitars and the drums.. so i headed over, and they must’ve thought i was a disgruntled neighbor complaining about the noise. anyway, i ended up jamming with the kids. i plugged in my warwick into that wicked bass cabinet, and i fell in love with it. their equipment was just sick! the first thing i saw when i walked up was a paul reed smith and a classic les paul.. and easy 2000+ for each of them. good times, with good equipment. and it was really loud. REALLY loud. they’re so young, that they’d be really good when they get older.. i hope.
saturday i had the party, and it was fun. i always like the mix of people who come to my parties, it always gets interesting. i was glad that my neighbor donna came over, and she brought her friends. i’ve always wondered if there were kids my age in this neighborhood, much less people who came from LMU!! definitely have to hang out with her. aside from that, good times with old friends. its just stupid for other people to flake out, they don’t know what they’re missing.
on sunday my cousin had a graduation party, and i got pretty faded.. i thought it would be a stricly family affair, but two of my cousins whom i haven’t seen for a while were there, and its about time that we spent time to drink and what not. i had to drive home, but i was fine even though my grandmother witnessed me drink 6 coronas. monday and tuesday, andre and narcs have been coming over to lay down some tracks. we finished one with my sister singing, i’ll post them up on my site when all the songs are done. we’re kinda rushing though cos everyone’s about to leave… andre for notre dame, narcs for hawaii, and me to manila. jj, the lucky bastard is going to greece. yikes. this is the life of a bum.. ahh, yeah!