photograph each day 30 June 2005
Lev asked me to
The other day we were having a grand time talking (loudly) during Computer; our professor didn't mind that much since we were very good in class hahaha (and maybe, just maybe, because he has a thing for... hahaha). I was telling Lev about our helper's parents who went to Manila (apparently their first time) a few years back. She was laughing so hard that the prof kept looking in our direction (or was he just smitten by her? haha). And she asked me to post it here. Well.... okay.
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SCENE 1:
The mother approached me and asked if she could use the telephone.
mother: Ah, ne, pwede bang makigamit ng telepono?
me: Sige po. Andun sa may sala.
She brought out a piece of paper and dialed the numbers slowly, making sure she got it right. However, she did not lift the receiver.
mother: Hello? Hello?
me: Ah, iangat nyo po yung receiver.
mother: Ah, ganun pala yun.
She then lifted the receiver.
mother: Hello? Hello?
me: Ah, pagka-angat nyo po, tsaka kayo mag-dial.
mother: Aysus, mga teleponong 'to talaga...
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SCENE 2
My Mom asked them to get dressed because we were bringing them to the mall to watch a movie. Bear in mind that this was their first Manila experience, so everything is special and totally new. We were so surprised when they came out and the father was wearing a barong, while the mother was in an elaborate lace dress.
We watched the movie Dinosaur. While we were watching, I overheard the mother saying to Mommy:
mother: Naku, ganyan pala mga hayop noon noh. Ang gagaling mag-ingles.
mommy: Ah, hindi, pelikula lang yan. Hindi naman totoong nagsasalita sila eh.
She just stared quizically and focused again on the movie.
A few minutes later, she turned back to Mommy and whispered:
mother: Naku, kung ako naman ayaw kong kumain ng mga ganyan. Manok na lang. Eh parang
ang tigas naman ng balat nyang mga dinosaur na yan. Kahit pakuluan mo, mahirap pa rin kagatin.
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SCENE 3
Mommy was cooking in the kitchen when the mother approached her (yet again haha).
mother: Naku, ang yaman nyo naman. Dalawa-dalawa pa tv nyo dito.
mommy: Ha? Anong dalawa? E isa lang naman tv namin, nasa second floor.
mother: Eh ano 'yan? Ito talaga, o. (turns out she was referring to the microwave hehe).
Okay, Lev, you happy now? Haha. And about that thing you told me about earlier, don't mind them. They're not even worth half your time. And they deserve what you did :)
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SCENE 1:
The mother approached me and asked if she could use the telephone.
mother: Ah, ne, pwede bang makigamit ng telepono?
me: Sige po. Andun sa may sala.
She brought out a piece of paper and dialed the numbers slowly, making sure she got it right. However, she did not lift the receiver.
mother: Hello? Hello?
me: Ah, iangat nyo po yung receiver.
mother: Ah, ganun pala yun.
She then lifted the receiver.
mother: Hello? Hello?
me: Ah, pagka-angat nyo po, tsaka kayo mag-dial.
mother: Aysus, mga teleponong 'to talaga...
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SCENE 2
My Mom asked them to get dressed because we were bringing them to the mall to watch a movie. Bear in mind that this was their first Manila experience, so everything is special and totally new. We were so surprised when they came out and the father was wearing a barong, while the mother was in an elaborate lace dress.
We watched the movie Dinosaur. While we were watching, I overheard the mother saying to Mommy:
mother: Naku, ganyan pala mga hayop noon noh. Ang gagaling mag-ingles.
mommy: Ah, hindi, pelikula lang yan. Hindi naman totoong nagsasalita sila eh.
She just stared quizically and focused again on the movie.
A few minutes later, she turned back to Mommy and whispered:
mother: Naku, kung ako naman ayaw kong kumain ng mga ganyan. Manok na lang. Eh parang
ang tigas naman ng balat nyang mga dinosaur na yan. Kahit pakuluan mo, mahirap pa rin kagatin.
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SCENE 3
Mommy was cooking in the kitchen when the mother approached her (yet again haha).
mother: Naku, ang yaman nyo naman. Dalawa-dalawa pa tv nyo dito.
mommy: Ha? Anong dalawa? E isa lang naman tv namin, nasa second floor.
mother: Eh ano 'yan? Ito talaga, o. (turns out she was referring to the microwave hehe).
Okay, Lev, you happy now? Haha. And about that thing you told me about earlier, don't mind them. They're not even worth half your time. And they deserve what you did :)
23 June 2005
ate ria
Happy Birthday! I was texting you this morning a long birthday greeting, and when I was about to send it, I realized... my cellphone's broke, too. Hehe. But I'm not about to let this day pass without greeting you. I love you! And I hope you'll come running back here soon (that actually means a vacation haha).
Ate Ria
Ate Ria
Let's talk again sometime. Mishu!
Hahaha. You're 23 na :)
Hahaha. You're 23 na :)
22 June 2005
ang kawawang cowgirl...
Do you have any idea what I use to take our pictures?
Our camera phones.
And our webcam.
It reminds me of the song: "Ang kawawang cowboy, may baril walang bala, may bulsa wala namang pera..."
How in the world am I gonna take nice pitures if I'm gonna use these? Especially now that for some reason the digicam is a no-show for over a month. We don't even know if it was stolen or placed somewhere in this house.
So here it goes: I wish that I have a nice digital camera. It doesn't have to be a photographer's camera, if you know what I mean. Just something really really clear, with a nice flash, a few effects. And digital so it goes straight to the pc. Hehe.
Anyone willing to buy me one? Muahaha :)
Our camera phones.
And our webcam.
It reminds me of the song: "Ang kawawang cowboy, may baril walang bala, may bulsa wala namang pera..."
How in the world am I gonna take nice pitures if I'm gonna use these? Especially now that for some reason the digicam is a no-show for over a month. We don't even know if it was stolen or placed somewhere in this house.
So here it goes: I wish that I have a nice digital camera. It doesn't have to be a photographer's camera, if you know what I mean. Just something really really clear, with a nice flash, a few effects. And digital so it goes straight to the pc. Hehe.
Anyone willing to buy me one? Muahaha :)
cheers to my lovely sister
Happy happy birthday to Kate, who turns sixteen today. Don't ask me why this month is so full of birthday greetings for everyone. June is packed, okay. And I mean packed.
I guess you know by now that when we're terribly bummed, or terribly charged (we're extremes, alright), my sister and I take pictures. We just have fun; it helps that we can go up to the rooftop and capture the sky. Haha. Anyway here are some pictures we've come up with the past week. I'm trying my hand on fashion photography (yeah sure heehee), but, well, these shots are more like portraits or something :)
Kate
My, she's a big girl now. Nyahaha. I sound like a doting "ate", which I probably am. And I don't really know what to tell her, since we talk day and night, and we say "I love you" to each other every single day. Yeah, I know, we're mushy that way. But I guess we're just really really close.
I hope you liked the cake and the earrings. Sorry couldn't get something better, I'm broke. Haha.
She's a wonderful girl. She really is :)
I guess you know by now that when we're terribly bummed, or terribly charged (we're extremes, alright), my sister and I take pictures. We just have fun; it helps that we can go up to the rooftop and capture the sky. Haha. Anyway here are some pictures we've come up with the past week. I'm trying my hand on fashion photography (yeah sure heehee), but, well, these shots are more like portraits or something :)
Kate
I hope you liked the cake and the earrings. Sorry couldn't get something better, I'm broke. Haha.
She's a wonderful girl. She really is :)
20 June 2005
fête dela musique
There's really nothing like the Fête. It's a rare night when almost a hundred bands play for free, and when people come together to celebrate music. Too bad we got there at around 9pm already, because bands start playing 4pm. However, we were just in time for the official opening by Cynthia Alexander and her band.
Even from afar you could tell that El Pueblo was bustling with thousands of people. How we all fit in there, I have no idea. Which, on second thought, was probably the reason why people spilled onto the streets and the cars could not pass by. There were several stages, but I'd only mention the three stages we frequented: the Blues stage (Sidebar Cafe), Alternative stage (at the Podium), and the World Music stage (in front of Chateau).
We met up with Meri, Charm, Frankee, Julius, Touki, and several of their other friends. But it was actually just Kate and I throughout the night, because we wanted to go straight to the blues stage and they all wanted to go to the rock stage.
When we went to Sidebar, the guard would not allow people to come in anymore because the blues stage was already packed. We thought we'd never get in, but I saw Daniel Crisologo, who has his guitars repaired by Daddy and who happens to be the guitarist for DC Aftershock, one of the blues bands lined up that night (and I think he's also the guy in that infamous Coke commercial where he plays the "ito ang beat sabay-sabay..." in the jeepney hehe). Thankfully he recognized me and asked where Dad is, and we talked a little. And he got us in! Daniel told the guard that we're with him, and since he had that artist id, we were inside in no time. I will be forever thankful to him heehee. Thanks talaga, Daniel, you were great! And his band was great, too.
We got there in time to watch the Blue Jean Junkies set. They were great! Okaaay, I have to stop saying that word, but there isn't a better one to describe the blues bands that night. The vocalist, Nino, had such an amazing presence. After their set was Huka. Gawd I've been waiting for the longest time to watch them play again, and I almost could not breathe when I heard the opening guitar riffs. They even played some SRV. And Tom Epperson, the great photographer, played harmonica as a guest musician. Then it was Bluesviminda after, with Cookie Chua on vocals and Angelo Villegas on guitars (or was it bass?). They were great too, and it was nice seeing a woman sing the blues.
Huka / Eric (right) playing bass for Huka
Huka
We dashed to the Podium for a very short time to freshen up and grab some coffee, since we were avoiding alcohol now. Yeah, good clean fun. Haha. We heard Hale playing but didn't stay, since we so wanted to catch every single band in the blues stage. At the Podium we bumped into Amy, our cousin who went to the fête only for Hale; we also saw Ruth, our churchmate, who introduced us to her boyfriend Ackey, who happens to be the director of the Late Isabel video. And it's amazing. He must be one of the best in the music video field.
Kate and I at Sidebar
We rushed back to Sidebar after meeting up with our friends again, and it was so great that Meg, Abby, Tal, and her cousin Kyaw were able to come too. We actually saw a whole lot of Dad's customers, and it was nice that most of them knew us. We talked with Eric (of Mr. Crayon), said hi to Mr. Tinnie, chatted a bit with Chito (of Freeway Jam), and of course talked with Kakoi (of Mr. Crayon, Salindiwa, and Barbie's Cradle). It was so cool that Eric played bass for Huka, though I'm not sure if he's really with the band now. Kakoi is probably one of the best guitarists. At least Kate and I think so, partly because Daddy and Tito Alex say so (and they know good players, alright), and partly because we watch his hands while he's playing and wish we could do all those sounds, and because... well, he's just really good. Hehe.
Mr. Crayon with a guest vocalist
Mr. Crayon is sooo great. I don't know the name of the guy on vocals but his voice is really amazing, and I keep watching the guy playing harmonica. I actually wanted to come up to him and ask if he could teach me how to play it, but I was too shy. Haha. Kakoi is on guitars, Eric on bass, and if I remember correctly, the other Huka guitarist played with them too.
After Mr. Crayon, we met up with friends for the last time that night since they were already going home. Actually, Julius, Charm, Tal and Kyaw were already gone. So Meri, Meg, Frankee, and Touki left. We went back to the blues stage, then off to the alternative to watch Salindiwa.
People were leaving when we were heading there, I guess they just can't stay long enough to listen to a band they don't know yet --- too bad for them, really, since Salindiwa was amazing. Kate and I have been asking Kakoi when they're gonna play, since we don't want to miss that. Yeah, even if Pinikpikan is already playing in the World Music stage. It was bad enough that at last year's fête, it rained so hard that the stage crashed when Salindiwa was about to play; we're not about to miss them now. We were able to go directly in front of the stage since very very few people were left. And I hate those punk-rockers/goths or whatever-you-call-them who stayed there only to bash the band. While Mike (if I remember correctly hehe) the vocalist was singing, they kept cursing him and telling him to him to shut up and go home. It was so disrespectful. I never want to hear people say that to any band, and definitely not to a band I like and respect. And even Mommy likes Salindiwa, I just recently found out. That's a big deal, because my Mom was never a fan of bands --- she's more of a Norah Jones woman and loves piano music.
Salindiwa (Mike in the middle of the stage)
Francis of Salindiwa
Watching them was somewhat a highlight of the night for me and Kate. We were so happy that after they played (they were the last band in the alternative stage) and were packing things up, we approached them (actually it was just Kakoi and Francis, I don't know where the other guys went). I think we were almost gushing in front of them, saying the set was great. Haha. We probably looked stupid, but it was just so great haha. We talked with them a bit and told them we were going home. It was past 4am. But we still watched a tiny bit of Pinikpikan; they were the last band, the closing act for the fête. We resisted the urge to dance and hailed a cab instead.
Mike (left) and Francis (right) of Salindiwa
It was such a rush hearing our favorite music all in one night. I will never get enough of the blues. And I will always be the most loyal fan. Haha.
Now excuse me while I try to learn my harmonica...
Even from afar you could tell that El Pueblo was bustling with thousands of people. How we all fit in there, I have no idea. Which, on second thought, was probably the reason why people spilled onto the streets and the cars could not pass by. There were several stages, but I'd only mention the three stages we frequented: the Blues stage (Sidebar Cafe), Alternative stage (at the Podium), and the World Music stage (in front of Chateau).
We met up with Meri, Charm, Frankee, Julius, Touki, and several of their other friends. But it was actually just Kate and I throughout the night, because we wanted to go straight to the blues stage and they all wanted to go to the rock stage.
When we went to Sidebar, the guard would not allow people to come in anymore because the blues stage was already packed. We thought we'd never get in, but I saw Daniel Crisologo, who has his guitars repaired by Daddy and who happens to be the guitarist for DC Aftershock, one of the blues bands lined up that night (and I think he's also the guy in that infamous Coke commercial where he plays the "ito ang beat sabay-sabay..." in the jeepney hehe). Thankfully he recognized me and asked where Dad is, and we talked a little. And he got us in! Daniel told the guard that we're with him, and since he had that artist id, we were inside in no time. I will be forever thankful to him heehee. Thanks talaga, Daniel, you were great! And his band was great, too.
We got there in time to watch the Blue Jean Junkies set. They were great! Okaaay, I have to stop saying that word, but there isn't a better one to describe the blues bands that night. The vocalist, Nino, had such an amazing presence. After their set was Huka. Gawd I've been waiting for the longest time to watch them play again, and I almost could not breathe when I heard the opening guitar riffs. They even played some SRV. And Tom Epperson, the great photographer, played harmonica as a guest musician. Then it was Bluesviminda after, with Cookie Chua on vocals and Angelo Villegas on guitars (or was it bass?). They were great too, and it was nice seeing a woman sing the blues.
Huka / Eric (right) playing bass for Huka
Huka
We dashed to the Podium for a very short time to freshen up and grab some coffee, since we were avoiding alcohol now. Yeah, good clean fun. Haha. We heard Hale playing but didn't stay, since we so wanted to catch every single band in the blues stage. At the Podium we bumped into Amy, our cousin who went to the fête only for Hale; we also saw Ruth, our churchmate, who introduced us to her boyfriend Ackey, who happens to be the director of the Late Isabel video. And it's amazing. He must be one of the best in the music video field.
Kate and I at Sidebar
We rushed back to Sidebar after meeting up with our friends again, and it was so great that Meg, Abby, Tal, and her cousin Kyaw were able to come too. We actually saw a whole lot of Dad's customers, and it was nice that most of them knew us. We talked with Eric (of Mr. Crayon), said hi to Mr. Tinnie, chatted a bit with Chito (of Freeway Jam), and of course talked with Kakoi (of Mr. Crayon, Salindiwa, and Barbie's Cradle). It was so cool that Eric played bass for Huka, though I'm not sure if he's really with the band now. Kakoi is probably one of the best guitarists. At least Kate and I think so, partly because Daddy and Tito Alex say so (and they know good players, alright), and partly because we watch his hands while he's playing and wish we could do all those sounds, and because... well, he's just really good. Hehe.
Mr. Crayon starting their set / Eric (left) and Kakoi (right) / Mr. Crayon with a guest musician
Mr. Crayon with a guest vocalist
Mr. Crayon is sooo great. I don't know the name of the guy on vocals but his voice is really amazing, and I keep watching the guy playing harmonica. I actually wanted to come up to him and ask if he could teach me how to play it, but I was too shy. Haha. Kakoi is on guitars, Eric on bass, and if I remember correctly, the other Huka guitarist played with them too.
After Mr. Crayon, we met up with friends for the last time that night since they were already going home. Actually, Julius, Charm, Tal and Kyaw were already gone. So Meri, Meg, Frankee, and Touki left. We went back to the blues stage, then off to the alternative to watch Salindiwa.
People were leaving when we were heading there, I guess they just can't stay long enough to listen to a band they don't know yet --- too bad for them, really, since Salindiwa was amazing. Kate and I have been asking Kakoi when they're gonna play, since we don't want to miss that. Yeah, even if Pinikpikan is already playing in the World Music stage. It was bad enough that at last year's fête, it rained so hard that the stage crashed when Salindiwa was about to play; we're not about to miss them now. We were able to go directly in front of the stage since very very few people were left. And I hate those punk-rockers/goths or whatever-you-call-them who stayed there only to bash the band. While Mike (if I remember correctly hehe) the vocalist was singing, they kept cursing him and telling him to him to shut up and go home. It was so disrespectful. I never want to hear people say that to any band, and definitely not to a band I like and respect. And even Mommy likes Salindiwa, I just recently found out. That's a big deal, because my Mom was never a fan of bands --- she's more of a Norah Jones woman and loves piano music.
Salindiwa (Mike in the middle of the stage)
Francis of Salindiwa
Watching them was somewhat a highlight of the night for me and Kate. We were so happy that after they played (they were the last band in the alternative stage) and were packing things up, we approached them (actually it was just Kakoi and Francis, I don't know where the other guys went). I think we were almost gushing in front of them, saying the set was great. Haha. We probably looked stupid, but it was just so great haha. We talked with them a bit and told them we were going home. It was past 4am. But we still watched a tiny bit of Pinikpikan; they were the last band, the closing act for the fête. We resisted the urge to dance and hailed a cab instead.
Mike (left) and Francis (right) of Salindiwa
It was such a rush hearing our favorite music all in one night. I will never get enough of the blues. And I will always be the most loyal fan. Haha.
Now excuse me while I try to learn my harmonica...
16 June 2005
whatnots
I got this from Jamie's blog :)
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I just can't resist posting this hilarious lunchtime conversation we had today.
We were talking about my parents' college days, when a shirt costs P25 and a soda, 50cents. The topic shifted to what they loved eating then.
Mommy: Ako paborito ko nun, 3M pizza. Hahaha
Daddy: Ako nga ayaw bigyan ng lolo't lola mo ng pera, pinapabaon sa 'kin Fita.
Mommy: Kwento mo darl sa anak mo kung anong ginagawa mo dun hehehe.
Daddy: Binebenta ko yung Fita, tsaka ako bibili ng merienda. Hehehe. Ikaw ba darl, naabutan mo yung pandesal sa Rustan's noon?
Mommy: Ay oo, yung pipili ka ng palaman. Ang sarap nun e. Gagawa nga ako nun mamaya.
Daddy: Gusto ko yung corned beef na may mashed potatoes at corn. Ano nga ba yun darl? Yung ano.... ah, carousel.
(at this point I looked at Mommy and we both bursted out laughing)
Mommy: Corned beef casserole! Hehehehe.
Me: Carousel!!!! (pointing at Daddy, laughing hysterically)
Daddy: Tigilan nyo ko ha. Hehehehehehe (he was laughing so hard too)
And throughout the day I constantly asked him: "Dad, ano nga ba yung gusto mong dish? Hehehe". I swear, Daddy will never hear the end of it :)
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I just can't resist posting this hilarious lunchtime conversation we had today.
We were talking about my parents' college days, when a shirt costs P25 and a soda, 50cents. The topic shifted to what they loved eating then.
Mommy: Ako paborito ko nun, 3M pizza. Hahaha
Daddy: Ako nga ayaw bigyan ng lolo't lola mo ng pera, pinapabaon sa 'kin Fita.
Mommy: Kwento mo darl sa anak mo kung anong ginagawa mo dun hehehe.
Daddy: Binebenta ko yung Fita, tsaka ako bibili ng merienda. Hehehe. Ikaw ba darl, naabutan mo yung pandesal sa Rustan's noon?
Mommy: Ay oo, yung pipili ka ng palaman. Ang sarap nun e. Gagawa nga ako nun mamaya.
Daddy: Gusto ko yung corned beef na may mashed potatoes at corn. Ano nga ba yun darl? Yung ano.... ah, carousel.
(at this point I looked at Mommy and we both bursted out laughing)
Mommy: Corned beef casserole! Hehehehe.
Me: Carousel!!!! (pointing at Daddy, laughing hysterically)
Daddy: Tigilan nyo ko ha. Hehehehehehe (he was laughing so hard too)
And throughout the day I constantly asked him: "Dad, ano nga ba yung gusto mong dish? Hehehe". I swear, Daddy will never hear the end of it :)
to each his own
Don't you just hate people who bash other genres of music just because they're not into it? I've often encountered profiles, blogs and yes, people, who gamely talk about what they listen to, and when they find out about your preferences, they lose interest or smile annoyingly or chuckle a bit. I'm not stupid, and if there's anyone who knows a lot about sarcasm that'd be me, so I know what you're doing.
I guess music has always been a big issue. And I guess some people just can't flush stereotyping out of their systems. People's reactions when you say your type of music is:
And chances are, I don't like yours either.
So bug off, sweetie.
I guess music has always been a big issue. And I guess some people just can't flush stereotyping out of their systems. People's reactions when you say your type of music is:
sentimental/love songs = totally mushy
novelty = promdi, downright awful
hiphop = jologs
r&b = blinged-out
reggae = smokes pot, dreadlocks
blues = for your great grandpa
jazz = bo-ho-ring
country = eewww
goth = anti-christ, weirdo
world music = indigenous, hilarious
alternative = everybody listens to it
classical = music majors, prissy
emo = rebel cool, logo/band shirts
metal = "you're such a rockstar, dude!", piercings
rock = "astig" (gawd, I so hate that word. sheesh.)
All you have to do is respect my music, because if you don't like it, I don't care anyway.novelty = promdi, downright awful
hiphop = jologs
r&b = blinged-out
reggae = smokes pot, dreadlocks
blues = for your great grandpa
jazz = bo-ho-ring
country = eewww
goth = anti-christ, weirdo
world music = indigenous, hilarious
alternative = everybody listens to it
classical = music majors, prissy
emo = rebel cool, logo/band shirts
metal = "you're such a rockstar, dude!", piercings
rock = "astig" (gawd, I so hate that word. sheesh.)
I think it's not fair, for me and for everybody else. And those aren't the only genres out there, the list goes on. What I don't understand is why some people think it's cool to like rock. Or a certain genre, just because the people they look up to like those musicians too. They don't realize that it's pathetic. And terribly dumb.
Those people, being the wuss that they are, go about claiming they listen to this and that. But when you ask them their favorite song from that band --- "Uh, my friend made me listen lang kasi to this mp3 and I liked it...but I don't know the titles eh". Or "Ah, my friend gave me a cd lang kasi, binurn lang nya, so...". Don't ever give me that answer. If you know your stuff, you do. You really do. And you won't have to give me those sorry answers.
Point is, you need to respect people and whatever they believe in. It doesn't matter what it is, you just have to. If you don't like world music, don't diss the musicians who play percussions and dance around and play their instruments with their eyes closed, feeling the music; they probably have more passion than you will ever do, with anything. If you don't like reggae, don't assume that every person who listens to it is high on crack and always wasted as hell. If you don't like mushy love songs, don't laugh at people who do, because probably, if you love someone, you just can't help it. If you don't like rock, banish all thoughts that people who do are jumping up and down and pushing each other in sweaty moshpits, giving everyone the finger (well, not all of them do hehe). If you don't like novelty songs, don't insult people who do, because probably it's the only thing they air on the radio in the provinces, or they just like the shoddy lyrics, or it just makes them want to dance. You have to give up the idea that whatever you listen to is the "it" thing, and other genres are simply senseless.
Those people, being the wuss that they are, go about claiming they listen to this and that. But when you ask them their favorite song from that band --- "Uh, my friend made me listen lang kasi to this mp3 and I liked it...but I don't know the titles eh". Or "Ah, my friend gave me a cd lang kasi, binurn lang nya, so...". Don't ever give me that answer. If you know your stuff, you do. You really do. And you won't have to give me those sorry answers.
Point is, you need to respect people and whatever they believe in. It doesn't matter what it is, you just have to. If you don't like world music, don't diss the musicians who play percussions and dance around and play their instruments with their eyes closed, feeling the music; they probably have more passion than you will ever do, with anything. If you don't like reggae, don't assume that every person who listens to it is high on crack and always wasted as hell. If you don't like mushy love songs, don't laugh at people who do, because probably, if you love someone, you just can't help it. If you don't like rock, banish all thoughts that people who do are jumping up and down and pushing each other in sweaty moshpits, giving everyone the finger (well, not all of them do hehe). If you don't like novelty songs, don't insult people who do, because probably it's the only thing they air on the radio in the provinces, or they just like the shoddy lyrics, or it just makes them want to dance. You have to give up the idea that whatever you listen to is the "it" thing, and other genres are simply senseless.
And chances are, I don't like yours either.
So bug off, sweetie.
14 June 2005
French women don't get fat
I was flipping through channels this afternoon and settled for Oprah. And surprise! surprise!, she's having a feel-good makeover episode. There's this one woman who was placed in a see-through, soundproof booth in the middle of the street and random people were asked about her age. Almost everyone said she was past 50, but she was actually just 40. Alarmed, she had a makeover and she looked 30.
It was nice seeing women who felt good about their new looks, but it's getting old. I've been watching Ambush Makeover and you'd be watching the same thing, and it's better because it's quick-paced minus the drama.
Then I heard that next up was the author of the book French Women Don't Get Fat. Interesting. So I didn't switch channels during the commercials. Hehe.
I'm sleepy. So here are the facts:
1. They don't count calories
2. They don't weigh every morning
3. They don't do diets or workouts
4. They don't deprive themselves
5. They walk a lot
6. They indulge, but in small portions
7. They have a 3-bite rule: when you've had 3 bites of the food, move on to the next
Maybe we should try that. You know, small portions and all. But I don't know about that 3-bite rule. Maybe four? Or five, I guess. Haha :)
It was nice seeing women who felt good about their new looks, but it's getting old. I've been watching Ambush Makeover and you'd be watching the same thing, and it's better because it's quick-paced minus the drama.
Then I heard that next up was the author of the book French Women Don't Get Fat. Interesting. So I didn't switch channels during the commercials. Hehe.
I'm sleepy. So here are the facts:
1. They don't count calories
2. They don't weigh every morning
3. They don't do diets or workouts
4. They don't deprive themselves
5. They walk a lot
6. They indulge, but in small portions
7. They have a 3-bite rule: when you've had 3 bites of the food, move on to the next
Maybe we should try that. You know, small portions and all. But I don't know about that 3-bite rule. Maybe four? Or five, I guess. Haha :)
05 June 2005
your 22nd
And it just so happened that my one and only Ate Ron aka Choona/Ronabanana (hahaha) celebrated her 22nd the day after I celebrated my 20th. Heehee. I just wanted to post your lovely pictures here when we had our nice little chat ages ago haha.
10 facts (and memories) with Ronabanana:
1. She has terribly sensitive skin. And even before you touch her, nakikiliti na siya. Considering you don't really mean to tickle her. Hehe.
2. She used to be a sucker for old mushy songs, like songs from Toto and the song "Heart of Mine" (yun nga ba title nun? hehe). Which always makes me sad. And she has a notebook filled with lyrics of these songs.
3. She's good in drawing. Way better than me, I must admit (with great sadness nyahaha).
4. She's totally red when she blushes. Haha. Like a ripe ripe tomato. And people think she's terribly quiet, but she's not. She just doesn't talk much around strangers. So if she's quiet with you, you're a stranger hehe. Talk to the hand ;)
5. We used to be fond of drawing faces on our chins and shooting our faces upside down, singing LFO songs (I wished for you on a falling star, wondering where you are, do I ever cross your mind, in the warm sunshine...). Fun fun fun :)
6. This one's from Kate: When you were still just a street away from us, and we were much much younger, we loved dressing up as princesses. Heehee. And never ever forget the fashion show. bed sheets and blankets as evening gowns? We rule!
7. You once cut your nails zigzag, so they were really pointed. I can still remember how I looked up to you when I saw that, like you were the coolest person ever haha. Then you had to ditch the zigzag 'cause when you shampooed, you wounded your head haha.
8. We were awful with the Dance Dance Revolution. Amen.
9. You went to great lengths trying to get away from this one person who kept hounding you like crazy when you were still here. Then when you get there, you realize that... you know. Tsk tsk :)
10. Though we both think you're one of the craziest persons in the world and now you're an iPod owner and you're a million miles away (heehee), you haven't changed. You're still the same Ate Ron I had fun with when I was five (or even younger) and I had loved since. Haha. Forgive Bakoki for feeling so utterly sentimental :)
Happy Happy Birthday to you! Here's to better years ahead and the best in everything and more :)
10 facts (and memories) with Ronabanana:
1. She has terribly sensitive skin. And even before you touch her, nakikiliti na siya. Considering you don't really mean to tickle her. Hehe.
2. She used to be a sucker for old mushy songs, like songs from Toto and the song "Heart of Mine" (yun nga ba title nun? hehe). Which always makes me sad. And she has a notebook filled with lyrics of these songs.
3. She's good in drawing. Way better than me, I must admit (with great sadness nyahaha).
4. She's totally red when she blushes. Haha. Like a ripe ripe tomato. And people think she's terribly quiet, but she's not. She just doesn't talk much around strangers. So if she's quiet with you, you're a stranger hehe. Talk to the hand ;)
5. We used to be fond of drawing faces on our chins and shooting our faces upside down, singing LFO songs (I wished for you on a falling star, wondering where you are, do I ever cross your mind, in the warm sunshine...). Fun fun fun :)
6. This one's from Kate: When you were still just a street away from us, and we were much much younger, we loved dressing up as princesses. Heehee. And never ever forget the fashion show. bed sheets and blankets as evening gowns? We rule!
7. You once cut your nails zigzag, so they were really pointed. I can still remember how I looked up to you when I saw that, like you were the coolest person ever haha. Then you had to ditch the zigzag 'cause when you shampooed, you wounded your head haha.
8. We were awful with the Dance Dance Revolution. Amen.
9. You went to great lengths trying to get away from this one person who kept hounding you like crazy when you were still here. Then when you get there, you realize that... you know. Tsk tsk :)
10. Though we both think you're one of the craziest persons in the world and now you're an iPod owner and you're a million miles away (heehee), you haven't changed. You're still the same Ate Ron I had fun with when I was five (or even younger) and I had loved since. Haha. Forgive Bakoki for feeling so utterly sentimental :)
Happy Happy Birthday to you! Here's to better years ahead and the best in everything and more :)
04 June 2005
Oftentimes, in rare moments of surrender --- in trying to analyze, explain or determine things, situations, and people --- I understand.
It's actually one great contradiction. We spend time making things fit into our own idea of how things should be. When we've given all we've got and still, things still seem to be jaded, we give in. And when you've given in, things start to slowly fall into place. And you understand.
Dang. That boy messes up my head big-time.
But hey. I'm still sunny sunny everyday :)
It's actually one great contradiction. We spend time making things fit into our own idea of how things should be. When we've given all we've got and still, things still seem to be jaded, we give in. And when you've given in, things start to slowly fall into place. And you understand.
Dang. That boy messes up my head big-time.
But hey. I'm still sunny sunny everyday :)
01 June 2005
my 20th
I don't feel old at all. Not even close. I feel like I'm still starting my life, and have yet to go places. We're still lightyears away from it, Kate, but we're getting there.
Thank you to everyone who greeted me today. It meant so much just knowing that certain people remembered; my phone never stopped beeping since last night (and not counting the numerous Friendster messages I got heehee) :)
And Ate Ron, officially it's your turn. Ha. Your 22nd. Man, we're getting prettier by the year, aren't we? Muahaha. I sure wish you're all here, we're gonna throw one gigantic bash for us next year (that is, if your vacation happens to be June). I miss you terribly! :)
I just discovered tonight that I know a lot of people who have June birthdays too. Cool, eh? It's like we filled up the June month of the calendar--- there's always one everyday.
And everyday there's always something to be thankful for. And I'm looking forward to something. It's always nice to have that certain something. It'll be a great something. I know :)
Thank you to everyone who greeted me today. It meant so much just knowing that certain people remembered; my phone never stopped beeping since last night (and not counting the numerous Friendster messages I got heehee) :)
And Ate Ron, officially it's your turn. Ha. Your 22nd. Man, we're getting prettier by the year, aren't we? Muahaha. I sure wish you're all here, we're gonna throw one gigantic bash for us next year (that is, if your vacation happens to be June). I miss you terribly! :)
I just discovered tonight that I know a lot of people who have June birthdays too. Cool, eh? It's like we filled up the June month of the calendar--- there's always one everyday.
And everyday there's always something to be thankful for. And I'm looking forward to something. It's always nice to have that certain something. It'll be a great something. I know :)