I call this post: XY [BGmusic: Burn One Down by Be…

I call this post: XY [BGmusic: Burn One Down by Ben Harper]

A continuation of my last post: I just handed over my “magic white bag” to my laundry people awhile ago. When I handed it over, Ate said, “Uy baby, tingnan mo kung sinong nagpapalaba, oh!” Her son, who was sitting inside the van, looked at me, smiled, then looked away quickly. Hay, crush ako ng ten-year-old. Kinikilig ako. As in.

Which brings me to today’s topic: boys. I don’t usually rant about guys and my oh-so-exciting love life, because I’m perfectly happy with my non-existent one. [Honest! Well, most of the time anyway.] If you want to know why I don’t have a boyfriend, you can read this old post. Well, I have nothing else to talk about, and since I am particularly inspired today from my encounter with anak-ng-labandera-ko, I will talk about that.

I was a late bloomer. Well, not really, but back in grade school, I was always considered as one of the boys. The first time a guy ever showed any interest in me was when I was thirteen years old. Someone passed a note to me that said: “Morales, I [*heart*] you.” He really had a way with words, I know. I don’t know exactly what I did after that, but I recall hitting someone on the head very hard.

After that boy [I honestly forgot his name], other came. Some really cute, some not so cute, and others… not cute at all. Some heartbreakingly sweet, others just… plain ridiculous.

The last sweet thing a guy did for/to me was when this total stranger approached me at the Phi Bar [at my org's concert party]. He tapped my shoulder, and I looked at him smiled, thinking that I knew him from somewhere and just forgot his face. Then he handed me his cellphone. I read what he had entered, and this was what it said [well, something like this anyway]:

Hi, don’t get freaked out or anything. I’m just a Fine Arts student with no social skills whatsoever. I just saw you from across the room and couldn’t help but approach you. I don’t usually do this but I don’t want you to be another one of those girls I’ll always wonder about. Anyway, I was wondering if you would like to talk over some drinks or something.

I told him I had a boyfriend. Yes, it was a huge lie, but it’s true in the sense that … [overdramatic sigh] … my heart still belongs to someone else [cue music: My Heart Will Go On].

Then he just ruins the whole thing by giving me his phone, which said, “Okay thanks, I’ll go now. Just so you’ll know, I’ll write a song about you.” [Ows?] Aaaaah… So that’s why he was so familiar… he was in one of the baaands… and he probably did that phone thing with a hundred other girls a hundred different times [and got shot down a hundred times... bwahahaha]. Anyway, that was one of the worst lines anyone has ever used on me: “I’ll write a song about you.” Oh, puh-leaze.

Anyway.

All I can say is I can’t understand guys. At all. You guys think girls are confusing? Look at the way you guys act! You complain on and on about how lonely you are because you have no girlfriend, and once you get a girlfriend, you get bored. Some of you bitch about it, some of you treat your girlfriends badly so they’ll have to dump you, some of you cheat and some of you just drop the girl just like that. Oh, and don’t even get me started on the “Pa-asa Kings”. Those guys who act all sweet towards this girl, and when the girl starts showing signs of reciprocation, they disappear.

Hehe. Sorry. Di ako galit sa mga lalake, promise. Sa mga iba lang dyan. Nafrufrustrate lang ako. Ahem. I have lots of guy friends who are really nice [sometimes too nice], but I also have some guy friends who are guilty of the aforementioned sins. And I have a brother. So not only do I get to see both sides of the coin, I get to see the miniscule scratches and bits of rust embedded in the etchings.

But yeah, I still don’t understand. I don’t think I ever will.

Plug: Read Eden’s blog. She just started blogging, so give her a warm welcome to the blogosphere! Yey!

Afterthoughts:

• Walang pasok bukas! Yay!
• To SMART subscribers: Dial this: *897043. Ang weird. What is it? I mean, I know what it’s saying, but what is it?
• Juice: If you’re reading this, what’s the password? Heehee.
  

I call this post: Rescue Me [BGmusic: The Eleventh…

I call this post: Rescue Me [BGmusic: The Eleventh Hour by Jars of Clay]

Sorry about my last post. I had just come back from my Econ101 class so I was feeling more than a little ditzy. That class does that to me. Sir Medall has super powers - his droning voice can kill brain cells at an exponential rate.

Today I’m going to post about something that affects us all. I wouldn’t call it a groundbreaking subject, but it’s definitely a social issue [oh yes, oh yes *nods vigorously*].

Laundry - ah, don’t you just hate the sound of that word? It’s like nails against a blackboard, or polystyrene against polystyrene, or the sound of that annoying High School Musical song [yung "Soooooaaaariiiing, flyyyyyiiiiing..." GAAAH].

I guess not many of you share my plight, because I know that not many of you do your own laundry. Well, I do. Well, I give all my laundry to the laundromat. Except for my underwear. I don’t do my laundry on a regular basis - only when I have nothing to wear, so that means I have to drag almost all my clothes outside. [I do it with a huge white duffel bag. All I need is a dollar sign on the bag and a black ski mask, and - voila - I'm your friendly neighborhood bank robber.]

But there’s something about doing the laundry - okay - giving my laundry to someone to wash it for me - that makes me feel really pleased with myself. It’s similar to the feeling I get when I mail a letter or when I go somewhere on my own for the first time - hey, look at me world, I’m a big girl!

When the laundry-people find themselves struggling with my “magic white bag”, I also can’t help but break into a sheepish grin. They seem amused at my inability to give laundry in small little installments, like all the “normal girls”. Every time, Kuya Laundry [I've been giving my laundry to them for almost a year now and I still don't know their names] tries to make me feel not-so-awkward - “You’re not as bad as this other guy. He has cats so he has to change five times a day.”

I don’t have cats. I’m just a slob.

And something else about laundry - can you believe that they write songs about it? Remember that really annoying song that went a little like this?

Soap, powder, bleach, towels, fabric softener, dollars,
Change, pants, socks, dirty drawers
I’m headed to the laundromat

So romantic. What a wonderful grasp of the English language that girl displayed.

But you’ve got to hand it to her - she could sing about laundry and attribute it to some little fight she had with her boyfriend. It takes a real poet to do that. [Ahem.]

Anyway… the whole point of this post was to lead to this sentence:

I still haven’t done my laundry. I have nothing to wear. Graaaaugh.

Now that that’s done, I’m off.

I call this post: Lagi nalang umuulan. [BGmusic: L…

I call this post: Lagi nalang umuulan. [BGmusic: Listen: ]

Back to school. Man, the weekend was short. Too short. I want three-day weekends. No, make that seven-day weekends. Forget weekdays and work. Make every day a permanent vacation. Let those who want to rest, rest. And let those who want to work, work.

We’re all going to die anyway, so why do we work so hard? [Meaningless! Meaningless! Everything is meaningless!]

Oo, tamad ako. Inaamin ko naman.

At dahil tinatamad ako, sa tingin ko, hindi ko matatapos ang post na ito kaya

I call this post: Blaaarb [BGmusic: Praise You by …

I call this post: Blaaarb [BGmusic: Praise You by Fatboy Slim]

Do you ever get annoyed when MTV/Myx/Some other music video channel gets these clueless celebrities to come and pick their top five videos, and you’re suddenly bombarded with videos from the likes of Ja Rule and Jessica Simpson?

I do.

So, since I have nothing better to write about, I will make one of my countdowns.

Presenting…

Donya Quixote’s Top Five Videos: A Countdown

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Ready to Go - Republica - Watch It

You’re weird, in tears, too near and too far away,
He said, saw red, went home stayed in bed all day,
Your t’shirt, dish dirt,
Always love the one you hurt

I remember why I love the band Narda so much - their vocalist reminds me of Saffron, the front[girl] of Republica. I love this song - it was my theme song last summer - and I adore the video [they have two more versions of it I think but this one's the best]. It’s hip, colorful, and really fun!

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Turn - Travis - Watch It

I want to sing
To sing my song
I want to live in a world where I belong

There’s something about this video and song that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Perhaps it’s the fact that the song brings me back to grade school, when I first heard it. Or maybe it’s because it a really, really great song. This is the US version of the video. Most people like the UK version better, but… I don’t. Hehe.

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King Without a Crown - Matisyahu - Watch It

Strip away the layers and reveal your soul
Got to give yourself up and then you become whole
You’re a slave to yourself and you don’t even know
You want to live the fast life but your brain moves slow

Eye candy ahead!.

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Rome Wasn’t Built in A Day - Morcheeba - Watch It

You and me, we’re meant to be
Walking free in harmony
One fine day we ll fly away
Don’t you know that rome wasn t built in a day

I adore this song. The video’s really cute. It’s got people suddenly dancing in the streets, running after imaginary friends, and basically taking away all pretentiousness and just letting it all out. I fell in love with this song in the year 2000 - I just had to watch the video once to memorize the lyrics of the chorus. [I finally downloaded the song two years ago.]

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And the Number One Spot Goes To…

Don’t Speak - No Doubt
CAN YOU BELIEVE YOUTUBE DOESN’T HAVE THIS VIDEO?!

I really feel
That I’m losing my best friend
I can’t believe
This could be the end
It looks as though you’re letting go
And if it’s real
Well I don’t want to know

As many of you may know, this song was inspired by the breakup of Tony Kanal [the hot bassist] and Gwen Stefani. The video doesn’t revolve around that theme, but I love the way the boys look when they’re all pouty and jealous of Gwen. The whole thing’s just so honest, you can’t help but love it.

And I love it when Tony Kanal looks sad. Or happy. Or angry. Teehee. ^_^

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That’s it! I hope you like the videos. It was kind of hard for me to pick five - there were some that I really wanted to include, like Stop by the Spice Girls and Burning Down The House by Tom Jones and The Cardigans… but I had to control myself from making a Top Ten list.

Okay, your turn. What’s your favorite music video? [Be careful with your choices. I will mock you if it's really horrible. Bwahahaha.]

Molabi

[BGmusic: hindi ko alam kung ano ito. A song by Juana.]

I didn’t have any plans whatsoever to update, but what the heck. To give you an idea about what I’m doing right now, just a couple of minutes ago, I was in bed with two men [uuuuy]… Hehehe… it’s not what you think. Today’s the open house of Molave Residence Hall, which means that we outsiders can go in and out whenever we please.

Right not I’m in Janro’s room. Eden’s on his laptop, so I’m using his roommate’s PC.

Plans for tonight: Show off my karaoke “skills” at the lobby… later. Some of my friends are taking their ES1 exams today, so I’ll wait for them para marami naman akong supporters.

News: I have a new superfan. I made friends with one of the Ilang-ilang cats, and I named him Tumnus. I actually don’t know if Tumnus is a boy or a girl, but I just assumed that he was a boy. Anyway, he loves me. I swear.

I was just outside my room last night, and he was there next to the trash cans, sitting on a Greenwich pizza box. He tilted his head to the left and just looked at me. Then he mewed. I went closer to him, and he mewed again. After I disposed of my trash, I looked back at the cat and he was still looking at me. So I bent down to touch it.

Just to clarify, I don’t usually touch the strays. This was a first time for me. I don’t know why I touched him, it was just something about him that drew my hand to his fur.

After I touched him, he quickly stood up and started rubbing himself on my legs, as if he had been waiting for me to touch him. I must admit that I almost forgot how to touch a cat - we have dogs at home, and I’m used to the rough play and the mussing of fur. Cats are different - probably because they’re more fragile.

Aanyway. I made a new friend. He’s not human, yes, but he loves me. When I went out of my room to brush my teeth, he was waiting outside my door. Then he followed me to the bathroom. While I brushed my teeth he rolled on the floor, pawing the air.

I call this post: *@#&#*@(!!!! [BGmusic: What’s Go…

I call this post: *@#&#*@(!!!! [BGmusic: What's Going On by the 4 Non Blondes]

I didn’t wake up. I must have slept through my alarm.

When I woke up, I immediately checked my cellphone to see what the time was. It was 10:19. My class was 8:30-10. I was ready to go to class. I didn’t have any plans to skip. But it happened. AAAAAAH REWIND! REWIND!

Oh…. Oh…. Chickenbutt. I’ve been absent for two consecutive meetings; last Monday I had that stupid stomachache, and today I didn’t wake up. It’s okay if I’m absent for Econ101 [they don't check attendance, and it's not like I'll miss anything important - the whole thing's basically self-taught for me], but I don’t want to be absent for Marine Science. Gosh, how many absences do I have? Has it reached six? Will my professor be forced to fail me because of my poor attendance? WAAAAH…

Change topic. Let’s not think about that.

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…

Okay, there’s nothing else to think about. Everything else is worse.

So, why didn’t you wake up anyway?

Well… I kinda stayed out until 6AM. And I slept at around… 6:20AM… and… that’s it.

Huh?!?!?! BAKIT MO GINAWA YAN?! ANG TANGA-TANGA MO TALAGA!

Kasi… 18th birthday ng friend ko… tapos… nag-bonding lang kaming mga girls… Masyado kaming nagmamahalan, so any effort to separate us would be futile.

Ano, nagdisco kayo?

Sa itsura naming ganun?! Hehe… No, we stayed at McDo PHILCOA and asked each other questions like: “Is love a social construct?”, and “Choose to marry: ugly smart guy / handsome stupid guy”. And… I didn’t sleep at all. As in, walang tulugan talaga.

Had fun?

Oo naman. Mahal ko ang girls ko. Gusto mo ng pictures?

Phase One: [9PM-11PM] After we watched a couple of Korean movies at the Film Institute, tumambay muna kami sa Molave. [L-R, clockwise: Char - in yellow, Che, Joey, Eden, Jonathan, Abby, Lucky, & Ayshia]

Phase Two: [11:30PM-5:30AM] After we got kicked out of Molave [hanggang 11PM lang ang mga tambay dun], we went to McDo. [L-R: Me, Ayshia, Abby, Char, Eden, Lucky] Medyo blurry. Sensya na.

Phase Three: [around 5:30 AM] Good morning UP!

I call this post: Without you [BGmusic: Nothing……

I call this post: Without you [BGmusic: Nothing... Just the sound of rain.]

I’m wet yet again. Ah, life without an umbrella. [Yes, dears, wala akong umbrella ever since... July. Actually, meron akong umbrella, pero sobrang laki kaya nakakahiyang gamitin.]

I usually have someone to walk me back to the dorm [a guy friend or two perhaps, plus Eden], but they were all busy awhile ago, and so I walked back alone. Hindi ako tumakbo kasi baka matapilok pa ako, di ba? Hindi rin ako nagpasama kay Eden kasi anong mangyayari kung dalawa kaming nabasa? At least kung mag-isa ako, ako lang yung mababasa, di ba?

So yun. I walked in the rain.

Alone. [Boohoo. Boohoo.]

I usually love walking in the rain. But then again, I don’t usually do it all alone and… pathetic. Yes, I’m a loner, but walking in the rain is something you do with friends. Or when you’re really really miserable. I wasn’t really really miserable awhile ago, but now I kinda am.

Grrr.

Sorry.

Anyway.

Let’s get over that, shall we?

I’m sorry, I can’t write a decent post right now. I’m too busy wallowing in self-pity.

I’m weeeet.

Oh, just a continuation on yesterday’s post: what Ann had yesterday was vertigo. I don’t know what I had. It may be an ulcer. I hope it was just indigestion or something. Anyway, don’t worry, I’m going to get a check up tomorrow.

Tonight’s gameplan: Watch Rent for the umpteenth time, to stop feeling sorry for myself. [Found my copy! Woohoo!]

I call this post: Retching [BGmusic: Come Around b…

I call this post: Retching [BGmusic: Come Around by Marc Broussard]

I wasn’t supposed to post today because I’m really sick. But you can’t keep me away from my blog. And besides, my laptop’s right next to my bed, so whenever I need to lie down all I need to do is take a few steps to the right. And if I feel like vomiting, the bathroom’s right next door. [Ah, I love the location of my room.]

The first thing I saw when I woke up was this girl, still fresh from the shower and wrapped in a yellow and white stripey towel. She was poking my knee, telling me to wake up. I thought I was dreaming - heck, there was an indecently dressed [?] stranger in my room, and her hair was still dripping. That’s not normal, right?

But it turns out that she was real.

It took me a couple of seconds to process what she was saying [if I could get 50 pesos for every time I said, "Ha?", I'd be... richer]. Turns out that Ann wasn’t feeling well, and girl-in-towel was her roommate, and girl-in-towel needed to go to class so girl-in-towel couldn’t keep an eye on her. So I went to Ann’s room upstairs. I was still in my pajamas, and when I got there Ann had her head over a pail. She asked me to bring me to the infirmary so I quickly changed, and groggily led her outside. We must have looked like a couple of zombies - she was leaning on me because she was really dizzy, and I was just bangag because I just woke up. Anyway, I got her a cab even though the infirmary’s only two buildings away. [We only paid P30. Walang nadagdag sa metro.]

When we got to the emergency room they asked her the normal questions. Turns out that she hadn’t eaten anything, and before you could say Peripheral labyrinthine, I was buying her some Magic Flakes from the Coop. After I gave her the crackers, I went back to the dorm because I needed to go to class.

That’s when my stomach started rebelling.

It fudging HURT. It didn’t feel like hyperacidity, it was more like super-mega-ultraelectromagnetic-acidity. I thought it was hyperacidity at first, but I ate dinner last night and it was only 7:30 in the morning. It wasn’t like I was starving myself or anything. So I took a shower [in extreme pain - it's VERY hard], but after changing into my clothes, I couldn’t take it anymore. I found myself on my bed, rendered completely useless from the pain.

Oh, it doesn’t hurt anymore. Just to let you know.

But I vomited for the first time in ages. Not a lot. It was just like baby barf… like… a bubble of yellow goo. [Ooh, was that a little too graphic for you?] I didn’t have load, so I IMed my mom to call me. My parents checked up on me SEVERAL times, sending my sister over, even this woman I barely even knew [it seems like my mom had been calling every single person she knew in the vicinity] to check up on me. They were worried that I might have had appendicitis:

Me: “Huh? So what if I have appendicitis?”
My sister: “You could die.“
Me: “…Oh.”

No, I don’t have appendicitis. I didn’t have shooting pains in my right side [I had shooting pains all over my abdomen, not just the right side], and I can still feel my feet.

Anyway.

I don’t have a point.

I just wanted to tell you all how my day started.

[Sugary sweet voice:] How was your morning?

I call this post: Timber! [BGmusic: The Professor …

I call this post: Timber! [BGmusic: The Professor by Damien Rice]

[Warning: Feeling ko mahaba yung post na ito. Sensya na. At mayabang ako dito. Calla Lily fans... don't read.]

Iskapades with: [L-R] Ann, Karen, and DQ

I tell you, last night was so surreal. I sat next to the vocalist of Imago, ate the leftovers of 6 Cycle Mind… but wait, I’m getting ahead of myself.

Last night was the main fundrasing charity event of my org [EcoSoc]. It was a concert party at the Phi bar in Metrowalk entitled Silent Rock. Silent Rock because the beneficiaries of the concert party is the Philippine something [Institute? I'm not sure] for the Deaf.

Anyway, as you can see, I have pictures to guide you along the night. Scroll over to see captions.

I went to Metrowalk with Ann and Kuya Conrad, who we ran into around Galleria. He was going to another concert at Metrowalk so we just took the cab going there. Turns out that The Space Flower Show [they were just called Space Flower before] was going to play in a concert there [not the same concert], so he and some of Space Flower’s loyalists went all the way from Baguio to watch them. [They're really good, and they really have the potential to make it big.]

During the first part of the show, Ann and I were sitting at this table close to the stage. But towards the second half of the show, Karen let us go into the VIP section, which was super super super weird.

The VIP area was really smokey, but not as crowded as outside, of course. Plus, they had nice seats.

The first people we saw inside were Ciudad [see right, wala yung vocalist sa photo], who were really really reeeeaaaaally nice. [Medyo sintonado lang nga yung vocalist, but what the hey.] The guy in the black shirt was really really cute when he was performing - nakasmile na parang bata tapos sabay bob ng head. Wala lang, ang cute. When they were about to leave, they were all, “Thank you, thank you, it was nice meeting you!” I was all, “Next year ulit ha?” [As if I had any say on the matter. Bwahaha.] Basta, these guys were so nice. ^_^

Oh, here’s me and Ann with some guys from Protein Shake [who we didn't actually hear play, because we were outside at the "other concert" watching Space Flower - they're REALLY good].

The guys from Protein Shake were also nice [pero napamahal na ako sa Ciudad boys]. The guy in black [the frontman] asked how we wanted the photo - “Wacky or sweet?” Well, alam naman ninyo na di ako masyadong bagay sa sweet photos. So yan. Crush ni Ann yung nakagrey [who actually offered to take the picture, just so Karen could be in the photo].

Oh, and this is us with Whatshisface from Calla Lily. I don’t know his name, but I know a lot of you have crushes on this guy, so I’m posting it here for bragging rights. Bwahahaha.

We also didn’t hear Calla Lily play. Well, we could hear muffled sounds through the glass wall, but that’s it. I personally don’t like their sound that much, but hey, that’s just me.

Ah, and this is me with Tatsi [UY ALAM KO YUNG PANGALAN!] from Calla Lily. Crush ni Ann, kaya alam ko yung pangalan niya. What can I say about him? Mukhang mahal ang hairstyle niya. Mas mahal pa kaysa hairstyle ko. Nakakaconscious.

I think real rockstars shouldn’t give a flying fudge about what they look like.

Example:

I don’t think you can see it from here, but specimen no. 1 [Ronnie (?) from Makatha] has the worst teeth I have seen in… a long time. And he looks really drugged. But my gawd, he can perform.

Ann and I with [woah!] Imago. Wala akong masabi sa grupong ito. Ang galing nila. Galing ng frontgirl, bassgirl, guitarman, drumman… galing nila.

Aia totally commanded the crowd. [Pansin ko lang, biglang lumapit lahat ng lalake namin sa stage when Imago was performing... Hmmm...]

I wanted to get a better shot of Myrene [she's so COOL!], but she was always eating pizza or busy talking to Tatsi.

Anyway, buy their album. If you haven’t already. I think my brother has their album so I won’t bother.

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Okay, that’s the first half of my post done. That was my “bragging rights” half. I heard the term from Nathan first - he said he was just taking pictures of the bands to post on his multiply and basically make everyone think that he’s Mr. Popular - as you can see, I had the same gameplan. When I was talking to Nathan, I was sitting next to this really pretty girl - I thought she was a girlfriend of someone or something, but it turns out that she was Aia from Imago. Was kinda weirded out by that.

Anyhoo. Here’s the more “personal” part of my post.

6 Cycle Mind performed as well. They performed songs everyone knew, so everyone enjoyed their performance. I didn’t get a picture of them [but I have a video], so here’s their… er… fries. Actually, it didn’t look like this before, but since we figured that they left without touching their fries, we kinda… attacked [we were soooo hungry, and the food at the Phi bar was priced a la inelastic demand]. Only midway through the fries did I realize that - OMG - we’re eating the leftovers of 6 Cycle Mind! So syempre may photo.

It was the first time I saw someone so inebriated that she was collapsing all over the place. Celine would have fallen on me if someone wasn’t holding her around her waist/shoulders/neck/legs. I have lived a too-sheltered life. She was very entertaining though: “DI AKO LASING! WOOOOOOOH!”

Oh, and I got asked out for some drinks by this guy from one of the opening bands. Told him - nicely, don’t worry - I had a boyfriend [that's the nicest way to turn a guy down I think]. But that’s a story I will reserve for another day. A day when I can’t think of anything else to write about.

Ah, I forgot Chicosci.

Ann and I got back to the dorm at around 6AM. The concert itself ended at around 2AM, and so we hung around McDonald’s at Katipunan for a while. I sang songs, Ann slept most of the time, and Karen talked about how the manager of Makatha asked for her number [uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuy... peace tayo Karen!].

But it was all so very surreal, you know? I wasn’t excited at all to get so close to these people, because I just realized that they are… just people. Talented [well, most of them were], yes, but nothing to get all goo-goo eyed over. Something to show off on your multiply/blog, maybe [harhar], but that’s it. [Although, yes, I admit I got goo-goo eyed when we got close to that guy from Makatha and Myrene.]

[Calla Lily fans: Di ko sinasabi na poser sila. Well... I didn't phrase it that way, so... ahem... well... PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!]

Oh, Paolo Valenciano’s band [oo, anak ni Gary V] performed. They’re called Salamin and their album’s coming out… soon. Okay lang sila, pero tunog Bamboo talaga. Gayang-gaya ni Paolo si Bamboo. Kahit kilos.

Anyway, the best performers of the night were:

1. Makatha - I
2. Narda - Didn’t post a photo of them. Took a video though.
3. Imago - the crowd loved them.
4. 6 Cycle Mind - naging “sing-along with 6 Cycle Mind” ang party! WOOHOO!

I call this post: Sweltering [BGmusic: You’ve Got …

I call this post: Sweltering [BGmusic: You've Got the World on a String by Frank Sinatra + Liza Minelli]

I woke up this morning sweaty, sticky, and slightly disoriented - I was still wearing my clothes from yesterday. I don’t really remember how I fell asleep, but I did. It’s my roommate’s birthday today so we had some cake and ice cream last night at midnight. I also made her a video. Not going to post it here because it’s not like any of you guys would understand the joke [none of the people in the video knew her - they were all photocopier operators/salespeople/tambays we just asked to greet her a happy birthday].

Last night I ate so much I thought I was going to have a nightmare. And I kind of did. I dreamt that there was this guy who was “taking advantage” of me. In the end I beat up his fugly arse, so it was a kinda happy dream. Bwahahaha.

Have any of you noticed what color you dream in? I read somewhere that we dream in black and white, and I believed that for a while. But after that I started taking note of the colors of my dreams, and guess what? [What?] I don’t dream in grayscale. Yay.

My scary dreams usually have background music. It’s eerie music that drags on and on, and I find it harder to breathe. The predominant color of my nightmares is green. Green and black, actually.

I don’t remember the last nightmare I ever had, but there are some nightmares that I don’t think I will ever forget. I had two almost identical dreams when I was a kid that had this girl following me around all the time. Her face contorted into a really grotesque smile right at the climax of the nightmare. Then she’d laugh, but her voice wasn’t hers anymore, it sounded like a chorus of men laughing [a la bwahahahaha].

Another dream that has stuck with me for the longest time is one from high school I think - I was holding hands with this guy and we were running towards… something. Everything was orange except for us. I don’t remember what he looked like, all I know was he looked like he shaved his head… Anyway, I was really freaked out [in a good way] when I woke up, because I thought I had dreamt about the guy I was going to end up with. I probably just had one cheese curl too many.

Now it’s you’re turn: What are the dreams that have stuck with you? Kwento na.

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