The Horror of Being Idle

So school's out, right? Is been out for like 3 weeks for me or so. So from doing all the school stuff that I was used to, from my ass going here and there, from my head being used to stressful decisions that need to be made, I am now idle and away from everything like that.

I thought the idea would be refreshing and fun when i heard it but when i lived it, i felt so wasted and disgusted to what I've become. A quiet little insignificant insect with no wit, no life, and no crazy ideas popping inside my head once in a while. That is the complete concuction for being a loser in my book.

I had the audition for the LPEP hosts a while ago and i sucked. I sucked harder than I thought I would. I had no life, I couldn't adlib and I had no wit. Now I'm being so depressed. That is so not me. I hated myself back there. I mean c'mon! I could do better than that!!!

Vacation sucked the life out of me. I couldn't believe it. I'm supposed to be fun. Now what the hell. Fuck it, big time.

...And because I Like to blah

To drift and blah... such a sport I've been trying to be so good at. I reaped benefits doing that. Creative ideas just come and gone. The best ideas that changed the world weren't really pondered on, as they say. They just, well...came. As i swim in my not so perfectly mixed choco pudding and house music on my ears, let me blah on. It's a privilege everyone's entitled to.

Thoughts... coming on...

• I love House music. Everybody knows that.
• And i hate it when they say its not music... its "oomph, oomph, oomph"
• well, that's what the stupid ones claim. And they know more about music than I do? Come on.

Another cup of pudding. Too bad this ain't jell-o

• I hate how people made "Ever After" so pang-masa and commercial. It's nice that they liked it. It was like the first House hit in the country but I hate the song now. I'm sick of it.
• Kaskade was great. I still remember everything that happened. That's how I do when I love things. I remember them
• Blah-ing is sort of therapeutic for me. I love doing it. It's like talking to myself--well it is.
• Posers who go to big parties-- I wish they'd die. I bumped into this blog the other day. He was a poser. A fag poser that is -- cofibean.blogspot.com

Arck!!! This pudding's to sweet. It's short of 20ml of fresh milk.

• My friend got kicked out of La Salle (not mentioning names). I wish her luck in her next journey. Life goes on.
• Adage: Don't take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway.
• Another one: You're unique just like everybody else.

I'm gonna get tonsilitis and die the next day if I don't stop eating this. 'Til next time, blood creatures.

The Night That Rocked... or day

April 12, 2006. A Tuesday. I had so many plans that night. And they didn't stay as plans. Oh yeah..

And this was my day:

The first thing I thought of in the morning was the things I was out to do for the end of the day. I was pretty sure that the "end of the day" for me was the following morning, Wednesday and so I realized that I was in for a treat. I went out and headed to my condo unit at around 1:30 pm. And I started getting into party mode at around that time.

1400 hours.First I got a much needed haircut. My hair's high maintenance and of course I can't just let it go awry at the best night of my entire life. With that done, I went out to eat a hearty meal. Something's wrong with my tummy by the way. Chronic ulcer? I hope not. I don't eat on time simply because on my side of the world, things like such is not possible. 1600 hours. Then I returned back home to sleep so I'll be able to "function" well when party time comes specially with tha fact that for 3 straight days, I forgot how heavenly it feels to sleep for a full 8 hours. After 10 glorious minutes of lying down on my bed, my mom called up and asked me if I wanted to mall a little. How could I say no to such a delectable offer? So out the door I went. 1700 hours. Went to Rustan's to buy a pair of beach flips--slippers, I mean. Havaianas I thought. But I just couldn't forgive the jologs people who wear imitations of it and so i decided to buy a pair of Billabong flips. I wanted to think I was safe. I took about an hour deciding on that and my friend that I was supposed to meet half an hour ago was pretty much getting bummed and talking languages on the phone that i never heard of and so i sped off and gave up the chances of buying board shorts. 1900 hours. I met up with my friend and she got me the custom shirts we paid for. Wasn't top quality but hey. We wanted to show our love for Kaskade so what the hell.

I accepted the fact that I won't be able to sleep for four straight days when we got both worked up in the excitement and started to talk about what the party'll be like. I never felt so innocent before. 2200 hours. After about 2 hours of getting our get ups on, we were out to party! Headed down to Iceberg's Harbour Square to dine a little. I couldn't eat. Too much excitement. So i decided to transfer next door-Starbuck's for a little sip of coffee. It wasn't exactly a "Little sip" cause i got a Caramel Macchiato Venti. We went outside near the bay and got refreshed. Its kinda ironic because you usually get refreshed after you get intoxicated, right

0030 hours. We were inside the venue when my friend ( I won't tell anyone it was Marj, by the way) started binge smoking on the free pack of Dunhill we got with our tickets. She used the last stick to light the next one 'til she smoked less than half the pack. My oh my... Kaskade started spinning the night away. It just sucks I didn't get a decent picture of him with my mobile camera so too bad for that. My friend got the time of her life--Kaskade smiled at her cuz of her shirt. And it wasn't just a smile. It was something that looked like Kaskade got really excited about it. She got smitten right away. Until now she's so kilig with him.

0530 hours. After 4 hours of non-stop dancing, and I mean non-stop, we headed back to Harbour Square for a final cup of coffee. We were speechless. Our fave dj spinned right in front of us. It was Kaskade in the flesh.

We ended the day half-deaf, half-tired and fully floating.

Hopped for Tickets!

April 10, 2006: 2 more days 'til the big day; 2 more days of excitement and anticipation, 2 more long days before the shortest night of my entire life. 2 more days 'til Kaskade Live in Manila.

So Today went as planned... except for the money part (don't ask me why). Went to SM Manila and got a custom Kaskade shirt printed. Hoping that would turn out fine. Then went out once again to the notorious Manila summer afternoon heat and headed to Power Plant Mall in Rockwell. Once in my life I swore never to ride the LRT again but I had to break it. I had to forget that it was that hot, that uncomfortable, and that it didn't have that interesting smell in the male cable car... all for the love for House music!!!

So... headed down to Rockwell and bought those tickets at O Music Video. And I saw Kaskade cd's that I wanted so bad to shoplift and couldn't purchase 'cuz my finances simply didn't allow such things. And ate at a so-so f'chain since I had to observe strict austerity measures... of course, implemented by thyself. And took some shots while I was at it.

Money... so... liquid...

Kaskade has got to be sooo good for all my time and energy to be all worth it. But what the hell, I know he will be so why fuss, right? Well, I've got plans underway. Just waiting for the 12th to put them to actuality. Waiting just a lil bit more and it's on like donkey kong!!!

'Til that day, i'm a be sound tripping on him on my iPod...

toodles... --shiff

Detox

I thought my summer was going to be one toxic mix of all the misfortunes, boredom and frustration. But some things go on unlike how they start. Just like my summer.

So i was on a pretty tight budget. But not anymore. Let's just say a pocket or two's getting thick.
And yes, I AM CATCHING KASKADE Live in Manila! Oh Yeah! He's like the best dj on earth (for me at the least) and I'm seeing him soon! Whoohoo!!!

So this Monday (04.10) is the start of going 'round the metro and gearing up for that Kaskade event. I'll say it's the highlight of my summer. First stop: UST. No business there. Just giving my friend company 'cuz she's out to get a year end clearance. Then next, SM Manila. I'm gonna get some shirts printed for the Kaskade thing. Mine says "Team KASKADE. Manila. 04.12.06". And for my friend "Spin me out, Kaskade." Yeah and so I know ain't it a bit over the top? And so what? It's me wearing the shirt so shut up and read along.

Then the big one! Powerplant Mall in Rockwell! Haha! Getting Kaskade tickets for 800 bucks. A bit heavy on the pocket but I'm damn sure it's gonna be worth it!

Yeah, I'l be tired by then but the fulfillment's at the end. So I'm sure its gonna be great...

Summertime!

Summertime... just the word itself can be transformed into a prozac pill. I just love how things are when summertime comes. No school, 12am becomes an early hour to sbe sleeping, parties left and right and a whole lot of house music in the airwaves. And how can you miss the beach? Bora is to die for.

So my summer officially starts right about now. I'm over and done with all my final exams--well, actually, my one and ONLY exam. And it's freaking Earth Science! Where my prof got us to memorize what rock samples look like, where they came from and how fast or slow they cooled when the volcano expelled them... --I don't give a rat's tushy about those kinda things! I mean, who does?! I'm a friggin' communication major! How can rocks improve my people skills? The hell... but it's all over. Gotta concentrate on the happy facts of summer.

And the Kaskade event.. That's coming soon. I gotta watch that. I got to start my life all over again if I were to miss that . That's gonna be my summer's highlight.

And I think I'll be spending the good half of my summer in the States so added bonus for me. Whee!!!
Things oughta be great for me. I hope I make it to the Dean's List again. If not, well, I can't have anything now, can I?