Conceptions of the Misunderstood

This is the UAAP without us

2006-07-24T16:16:00.000+08:00

I got this from my mail... read on...

UAAP feels pinch of La Salle’s absence
By Jasmine W. Payo, Francis OchoaInquirerLast updated 05:32am (Mla time) 07/20/2006
Published on page A24 of the July 20, 2006 issue of the Philippine Daily Inquirer
AT WHAT price does discipline come?
Whether the league admits it or not the University Athletics Association of the Philippines (UAAP) is feeling the pinch of De La Salle University’s suspension, and most of it is coming from the cash registers.
Sponsors have backed out, venues have become smaller and live attendance is expected to shrink from last year.
According to an official from ABS-CBN Broadcasting Corp., the television network that doubles as the UAAP’s marketing arm, approximately half of the league’s top advertisers have pulled out this season. The percentage as to how much La Salle’s absence has to do with it is even greater.
“Admittedly, there are less advertisers because the landscape is different,” Jojo Garcia, ABS-CBN’s customer development head for sports, told the Inquirer. “Some clients cited the absence of La Salle, but it’s also more than that.”
He did not elaborate on the La Salle factor, but Garcia said the game venues chosen this season -- Ninoy Aquino Stadium and Rizal Coliseum -- also had a hand in turning away some of the UAAP’s top advertisers.
“Both the venues are smaller,” noted Garcia. “For some clients, it’s different compared to Araneta (Coliseum) in terms of prestige and accessibility.”
Raised eyebrows
The timing of the switch to smaller venues also raised eyebrows. Last season, the UAAP played the bulk of its games at both the Blue Eagle gym of Ateneo de Manila University and the Araneta Coliseum. This year, with La Salle serving out its suspension for fielding ineligible players in its basketball team in the last three seasons, there will be less games at the Big Dome.
UAAP secretary general Bren Perez of host University of the East says the switch of venues was coincidental.
“The PSC (Philippine Sports Commission) offered us the venues, through chairman Butch Ramirez,” said Perez. “They invited both the UAAP and the NCAA to make it the home of both leagues. And we considered it because they gave us discounts.”
And the league needs discounts where it can take them.
Among the missing notable sponsors who usually plunk millions worth of advertising money to the league coffers are Globe Telecom, a heavy advertiser during the college basketball tournament, Nestlé Philippines and Samsung Electronics Philippines Corp.
“We lost our top three clients, but we’re still negotiating with others,” said Garcia. “It’s a work in progress. We have to move forward.”
Globe, whose president is La Salle product Gerry Ablaza, usually competes with Smart Communications for advertising spots during the basketball tournament.
Nestle’s ice cream product, meanwhile, institutionalized the cheer dance competition, a regular fare highly anticipated by college basketball followers.
Other top advertisers who have pulled out their spots are Mentos, Milo, Polo and Close-Up.
“We’re currently selling the cheer dance competition,” added Garcia. “Yes, it will be next month, but we’re in the process of negotiation.”
No figures were given as to how much both the UAAP and ABS-CBN stand to lose this season, but the price could be substantial.
Absent rivalry
Further hurting the league’s profits is the absence of the blockbuster games between arch rivals Ateneo and La Salle, who meet at least twice every season. For the television carrier and for the league, every game between both squads is an automatic cash cow, not just through ticket sales.
Last year, Ford launched a new car model at halftime during the first-round match between the two glamour squads.
“We get spot buys for Ateneo-La Salle games,” said Garcia. “There are also spot buys for games featuring other teams. But we can command better rates, the premium rates, for Ateneo-La Salle games.”
Although league observers see a decline in attendance rates with no Ateneo-La Salle rivalry to look forward to, host University of the East still noted the strong opening-day attendance, which nearly reached the 15,000 mark.
“As far as attendance and the crowd is concerned, we had no problems on opening day,” said Perez.
But numbers can sometimes be deceiving, especially if only the opening day weekend is concerned. Already, the league will be playing with a depleted schedule -- La Salle’s absence means 14 less games.
The fact that the Archers bring a full-house crowd and that the Blue-versus-Green rivalry never fails to pack playing venues means that a fat chunk of the attendance rates just got flushed down the drain this season.
But the UAAP is willing to weather the financial storm, if only to prove there’s no price too steep to pay for discipline.
“We have just renewed a five-year contract with ABS-CBN and there will be good years and not so good years,” said UAAP board representative Anton Montinola of Far Eastern University. “They’ve earned from the Ateneo-La Salle games in the past and this year may not be a good one. So it will just average out.”
Besides, as Perez puts it, “the league is still doing okay, we’re moving on. We’re doing our best as host, and so far, we’re having no problems.”
La Salle made the bed by fielding two ineligible players for three seasons, including during its championship year in 2004. Unfortunately, it’s the league that has to find ways to sleep through the night on it.

The Day she Said "Yes"

2006-07-24T15:00:00.000+08:00

July 21, 2006 was a day that started for me like any other but ended in the most unique way. Along with the greats, its certainly going down the books as one of the most unforgettable days in my entire mundane life.

The day before was also something else but on that day, I did something I'm afraid I cannot disclose to anyone but it was still perfect. Thinking that I had one good day, I told myself that tomorrow was going to be ordinary. I can't be on a roll of perfection happening over 24 hours, it just doesn't come to me. But I proved myself wrong.

Classes came on normally just the way they always do. Quite boring if I may be honest. I was also anticipating the feeling to get really beaten up and tired for I was about to have a six-hour rehearsal for Remix '06 from about 6pm lasting until 12am. Apart from that, I had the task to interview people for the Filipi2 mtv/documentary that's going to be due soon and think of a way to snap some shots of stalls at the nearby Harrison Plaza selling pirated cd's or fake merch, still for Filipi2. But before I got to do those things, something happened...

Every Friday, after classes end at 2:20 in the afternoon, I would go to this cafe at school and have lunch with Ali, the silly girl I've been loving since I was thirteen. We've been together before from September 2002 to July 2004 and broke off. Something was telling me that this lunch was quite different from the ones we had. Before I got there, she even texted me that she was going to give me something that she was sure to claim that I'll like. And we had lunch. While I was eating, I already kept on asking her to give the thing to me so we can talk about it while I gobbled my meal down since we can only be together for 30 short minutes. But she insisted that I finish eating then she'll give it to me. So, feeling full, I asked what it was. She pulled out a picture of the two of us together from her bag and handed it to me. My initial unspoken reaction was "okay, this is it?" and so I looked at the back of the photo, thinking it means more than just that. There, written were the words I'd never ever forget "This is the last time things will be just about You and Me. From now until forever, it's going to be about US" I took about 2 seconds to process her words and after that tears started streaming from my eyes. I was surprised at my own reaction. And why wouldn't I be? I've been waiting for her to say yes for more than 2 years now and I couldn't believe what was happening. All too good to be true.

We ended that day like no other. We were both so happy. I never saw her as joyful as that. I had cramps on my left foot but I got to walk til Harrison and rehearse for more than 6 hours of hip-hop dancing and learn my very first breakdancing stunt.

I guess when you're too happy, you won't give a shit even to an amputated leg.

Happy pedestrian, signing off... for now

Hanging by a Thread

2006-07-19T20:17:00.000+08:00

I committed myself to join this inter-school dance competiton, Remix '06, with a friend of mine and 5 other people I had no acquaintance of. Things unfolded slowly and one by one, I got to know them eventually and everyone turned out to be nice. So we started practicing everyday after school which is about 4 or 5 in the afternoon and would end at around 7 to 7:30 in the evening. Rehearsals are damn tiring, and believe me when I say that I experience the exhaustion not only physically, but emotionally. I knew it right from the start that these people I joined in with were not gonna take things lightly. They're serious about dancing and when I dance with them, I feel like the one tagged as the "Weakest Link". I take the longest time to pick-up steps (or I'm the most vocal about the difficulty) and the most uncomfortable one to move around.

Feeling like a big failure, I'm doubting if I'm really cut out for this thing I'm about to take on. I ain't quitting, I'm never the quitter but I just don't want to be the guy that lets the whole group down. It's me and my pride at stake right here. I'm taking this on not for winning, not for bragging rights or what have you.

I'm gonna do this, no matter how hard it takes, how many times I may commit mistakes just to prove to myself that I can do something at the very least--that I can commit myself and get it done.

Superfly's Reply...

2006-07-18T20:34:00.000+08:00

I got the message from Karl Ty, a DJ from Superfly Manila about the mail I sent him. Here's what he had to say:

Hi shifty

Got your text the other day but i was in the states going around for more music to bring back. Anyway, here's what i have to say about this issue.

As hopeless as it may sound, piracy is one of the biggest businesses found around the world right now. Its in the alleys of most first world countires and can be found in all shapes and sizes. What's funny is thatas ironic as it may sound, it has also helped them get their music accross to markets which it would never could have reached in the first place. Of course they look down on it and most of them only patronize original material. But they are fully aware of the situation and the repercussions. There is very little that we as promoters or the artists can do but to make statements to the listeners to buy original material.

There are some people. like you, who see this and look down on it... keep it up man. It's people like you who these artists make music for.

I've forwarded this message to Kaskade for his review.

All the Best,

Karl Ty
Superfly Entertainment, Inc.

and there you go...
til then...
xxx...the deranged pedestrian...xxx

Tagos sa Buto (Filipi2 req)

2006-07-14T10:03:00.000+08:00

Hindi ko ni minsan akalain na masarap maramdaman ang sobrang galit. Yun para bang magagawa mo ang lahat ng gusto mong gawin, parang may bahagi mo na unti-unting humuhiwalay sa sarili mo. Alam mong may gusto kang gawin pero nasa tama ka pa ring pag-iisip kaya nagagawa mong pigilan ang sarili mo. Naranasan ko na ring magalit at maabot ang sukdulan--sumasakit anf ulo at leeg sa tindi ng emosyon. Hindi ko lang batud kung ano ang meron sa marami sa atin na nauunahan pa rin tayo ng hiya at konsensiya kaya bago pa tayo kumilos ay humupa na ang damdamin. Yun lang siguro ang naghihiwalay sa atin at sa mga kriminal; ang kakayahang pumigil sa sarili.

Mahalaga ang galit sa opinyon ko. HIndi lang dahil sa gusto ko ang pakiramdam na ito kundi dahil ginagawa tayong tao ng galit. Bahagi ng pagkatao ang galit. Tulad ng tuwa, lungkot at gutom, tao ka pag galit ka. Defense mechanism rin ito, nagagawa mong lumaban, bagay na hindi mo magagawa pag wala ka sa tamang emosyon. Inilalabas nito ang pinakamaganda o pinakapangit sa atin.

Kaya sa susunod na makaramdam ng masidhing galit, huwag takbuhan. Harapin at maging tao.

To Err is Human and so I am Indeed One.

2006-07-12T16:45:00.000+08:00

In one sigh, i can sum up all the past things that took place in the mundane and blurred pages of my life. Things left and right happened all too quickly and I am left in a place where turning back can all be but a crime. I refuse the option of regret for I wish to have seomthing left for me; the fact that I, in all and full consent, let things be for the way they are. I assume responsibility over my actions and claiming that I had no say in them would inflict more and more damage to my already injured self.

Remix '06. Oh the drama in the group. My tastelessness is my expression is not what it seems to be like. It certainly is not that I hate all the things that has happened in the group, actually I like it for I proved everyone's commitment in the endeavor we are about to take on. Choreography has to be changed for integrity cannot be fused with it and so is honesty. But I am doubting why I joined it. I told myself I only move to dance for fun but for fun to be experienced, do we really have to go all through this. If we win, then all the glory for me. Otherwise, experience is there, the ever reliable intangible object we hide our regrets in.

til then
the deranged pedestrian.

HOUSE MUSIC IS BEING FED TO THE DOGS

2006-07-06T16:11:00.000+08:00

i e-mailed BigFish Manila. Read on.

"ei guys... thanks for bringing house greats here in the country. but there is a serious problem right now. i was on my way to school when i passed by this stall selling pirated cd's. on regular days, i would pass there being unmindful of everything. but something caught my eye. i saw a hed kandi triple cd (the mix 06 and swing city) being sold for a hundred bucks. i asked the ale, about 40 yrs old, looks like the typical mid-aged vendor, "miss, meron kayong david morales?" and she answered me casually "oo. siya yung kumanta ng here i am d b? meron ding kaskade, mas maganda" chicane, bonnie bailey and ministry of sound was also available. i walked away from the stall on the verge of crying. this is alarming and a complete shame. house is being fed to the fangs of piracy. we have to put a stop to this, in any way we can."

My nightmare came true.

Kaskade Update

2006-07-01T16:00:00.000+08:00

ei guys... visit Kaskademusic.com... it's been updated and packed with more juicy stuff. 3 new Kaskade songs up for download for free. Check out the media link for that. And Kaskade looks like he can pass up as a male model in the pics. Everybody's getting metro nowadays.And also check out the journal link. There's fun pics right there about his Pinas trip...

Amused by Superman No More

2006-07-01T13:49:00.000+08:00

"A 2006 remake of the 80's Superman". For some, that would have sounded like a statement of Hollywood box-office topping proportions. It's like one of the greatest super hero legends of all time has finally come to life once again after being rested (God bless Christopher Reeve). But when I heard it, the first thing I asked myself was am I gonna watch this?

The lack of spin in excitement made me decide not to. But it's Superman, right? Yeah, that's the main point--it's Superman so I ain't watching it. I think nothing could be made new about Superman. He's been embedded so deep on the minds of the people who watch him that they couldn't even vamp up his costume. He's a standard superhero. He can't wear a different outfit 'cuz if he did, he wouldn't be Superman. He must be this and that for him to be him. That's what I love about X-Men, they're flexible characters (kudos to Stan Lee). You can change what they wear, you can change the sides their own and they'd still be the X-Men. Is it in the numbers that we see this battle going to the X-Men's way? I don't think so. I tried to watch Smallville over X-Men Evolution (yeah, the toon) and Clark left me with a bland taste. It's limited action for Superman. He's just extra-ordinarily strong with x-ray vision and a kryponite phobia. I think that's why it's so full of drama, it makes up for the action part.

I never found the fascination for Superman. He's the kind that he's so extraordinary that you've been imagining him ever since before he came. It's Lex, Lois Lane and the Daily Planet. For me, there's nothing more to it. We've seen him carry trucks and leap over buildings in a single bound so many times already--too many times, in fact. I'd rather watch Cars and see Lighting McQueen in actions. Now, that ain't decades old.

The Present Ordeal

2006-06-26T15:55:00.000+08:00

Presently, I am in the middle of reading (or going through) a novel that I have to review and pass because it will be the requirement that will comprise my mid-term grade. The novel's Sky Over Dimas by Vincente Garcia Groyon. It's one of those classic Filipino literary pieces that are masterpieces--Palanca winners. The story's beauty and rightful recognition for me is on the surface but somehow I managed to refuse to fully acknowledge it. The same goes for other tangible things that (as I acknowledge) are beautiful but do not really want to delve in to or are way to far in the leeway of what is appealing to me.

I'm rushing. The paper is due on Friday afternoon and today's Monday and I have just read 164 out of a total 258 pages. Sounds easy and filled with the luxury of time but as I realized, I have things and so many other things in between that I have to get over with.

It's my mini display of rebellion. I sit here, writing my thoughts on when I have to get to a vacuum which deserves all the ideas I will be needing.

'Til then...

the.deranged.pedestrian.

An Update on the Latest

2006-06-19T15:40:00.000+08:00

Here we go again, doing what we do best--updating the whole world about all the things we do from saving a nuclear warhead from going off to popping a zit. I'm thinking it's natural; people's lives aren't complete when we don't get to proclaim it to everybody. The urge is just inside... "They should know!" And what's funny is we know that it won't matter to them if we give them a blow by blow account of every single thing we do but we still write them on. After all, where's the fun in keeping experiences all to ourselves? We learn from our mistakes but do we have to wait 'til we commit them all? You learn not only from your mistakes but also from the mistakes of others.

That was an opener. Or rather a rant.

So the latest on me? Nothing much (I just proved my previous point.. hahaha!). Just going on, living life an hour at a time. I just had my very first absence this term. Well, it was a bit of a misunderstanding. I thought we had a free cut that day but it was otherwise. So there it went. But the prof doesn't check our attendance in that subject so what the hell. I got enough sleep, certainly not complaining about that!

Right now, I'm anticipating getting in to dancing again. It's been quite a long time since I last broke a groove. My friend talked me in to joining this dance competition in school. Actually the persuasion didn't take that long. It was like "Hey, do you wanna da..." and I cut he immediately "Sure, yeah!"

It's FIFA time once again. All roads lead to Germany this time. I'm rooting for Japan and England. Everybody likes to bet Brazil's gonna make it again. But betting for them entails completely no excitement. No edge at all.

So there we go. I'm done here. See y'all mediocrity infesting son of a...

xxx... The Deranged Pedestrian

RIsing from the Dead

2006-06-11T00:26:00.000+08:00

After a bitching hiatus, yes ladies and germs, like it or not, I am back. Blame it on my jurassic state. I have been away from a pc for quite a long while. My pc's on my base home and the moment I get a new phone line, its shipping time for this little baby of mine to my condo unit (I love thinking it really is mine). Yeah, sure, good politicians are outnumbered by internet cafes today but I possibly cannot stand the multitude of people coming in and out of those doors. I need my own shell of undisturbed thought when I update my blog. It's an extension of myself.

Well, things have been pretty much alright for me in school. I'm still loving every minute of it. I had my first ever hosting gig in college last Wednesday and it did go pretty smooth. Considering that there were four of us, the work did seem fun after all. And after my friend's compliment, I am now thinking about signing up as a part of our school paper. But I gotta think things over and over. I have so much in mind to do. I really think three years in college is fun, specially when you're in DLSU.

And it was my Penguin's birthday last June 7. Read about what I did for her.

mylifeisblackandwhite.blogspot.com

Back to School Blues, Glitches and Fuzz(es)

2006-05-27T21:45:00.000+08:00

So 1st week of school's in. Unfrotunately for me, I have it on the 3rd freaking week of freaking May. Its my sophomore year so the hard part's coming on soon. But I'm in no kinda fear and things are coming on nicely. I'm still in summer mode, though. I find it so hard to get up in the morning and get my feet mobile. But thanks to me penguin, its never been easier.

And I'm into a bit of kalokohan na rin since school started. I'm being a bit lazy but my game's still hot. And last Wednesday, I was in some part of Manila having a good time... A very good time, indeed. I'm gonna be posting about that in a few days or even hours if I get too excited and decide to tell you the story... Whee!!!

My inventory of House tracks are kinda not doing the trick for me. I listen to them so often that I'm beginning to memorize the parts when the next instrument starts playing. I need new trakcs to download. Anybody got new grooving tracks?

Til then....

The deranged pedestrian... XXX

live. laugh. love

2006-05-20T23:38:00.000+08:00

live. laugh. love

Ambitions of the Future Order

2006-05-20T00:25:00.000+08:00

So now, I am broke. I don't know why but I find myself in this situation so often that I've been thinking of selling my phone (my Sharp 802) which is so gorgeous for me and my already discontinued iPod mini. I was so down and torn, thinking of how I can get over this setback once again when i started to surf the net. So I wondered, who are the people who are experiencing the exact opposite fate as I am. So I thought of the regular rich. But they're so common I ain't amazed by them anymore. Then it hit me--the world's richest people.

So you know...Bill Gates, Michael Dell, Steven Jobs all made the list (Forbes.com) the usual suspects. And the three of them ARE ALL DROP-OUTS FROM COLLEGE BY THE WAY. But the richest people on the country were the people I needed to know. According to Forbes magazine, Jaime Zobel de Ayala has a net worth of a whopping $1.2 billion. Henry Sy at 1.4 and Lucio Tan at 1.7... I mean wow! And so I envied them. But I have a few tricks up my sleeve. I made it a doorstep from where I can plan my life on. I mean, what I wanted to do after college. I don't wanna work for someone 'til the day i die.

So I have it. After college, I am gonna work my ass off abroad. Cuz as much as I love this country, I know I ain't gonna be saving up big bucks by working here. Then when I've earned enough, I am gonna open my biz.

First one's gonna be DeRanged.

It's going to be a spunky clothing line for guys. I mean girls get all the fun already. And it ain't going to be low-end skaterboard boy-ish brand with logos set it black and red graffiti. Oh I am sick of that. "Tribal" and all that. I am so over it. It's gonna be funky but with the right amount of class and attitude. Something like People are People but much more fun. Kinda sophisticated but not gay. Tough but not trasher. You get the picture. It's gonna have everything from threads to shoes to guy supplies of accesories like cuff watch (if it still will be in by that time). I plan putting 'em on select malls only. Nothing on SM Malls. I think you get the reason why. Only on something like Rockwell and the like (like, I like the word like). Get the idea. And that's the prototype brand plate by the way. No logos, just a trademark brand plate.

Next business is a new concept I have in mind. Components ain't original but the way i packaged it is. I also don't have a name for this biz of mine and I'm still thinking about it. It's going to be a cafe, mainly. But not just a cafe. It's gonna have a photo gallery for new and up coming photographers who'd like to display their portfolio. And it's gonna have a bookstore with books of surreal themes. Also, it's gonna have a record bar but will only sell albums by indie Hip-hop, Alternative and Electronica artists, local or foreign. Then it can house performing bands every weekend night.

So you know, I have fresh ideas. So Forbes won't give a damn about me but i know I'll love what I do. They're my brainchildren...

They Murdered Our Music

2006-05-12T20:51:00.000+08:00

I'm still in floats with House. The way it sounds, iut just sounds so smooth and solid and soothing and classy. And another thing is that with House, you dance to tracks (don't wanna call it songs) that a lot of people don't really know; and me being the deviant son of a biatch, wuold love that feeling. I love it when I enjoy things a lot of people don't. Makes me feel satisfied. Yes, I am evil. Surprise...not.

But lately, people have been bitching and butchering House. 101.9, that SUPER JOLOGS station all the baho natives and bobo orcs listen to (cofibean.blogspot.com) just played Sunset Daze's respin of the song Selfish. As in THAT FUCKING RADIO STATION?!! My ass! I'll totally hate it if House turns that commercial and that jologs. That's why I can't appreciate Tiesto like so many people--'cuz he turned trance commercial in Europe. And what's in entire Europe yesterday will be in the whole planet tomorrow.

I don't want another Ever After tragedy to happen all over again. I just heard Love Generation by Bob Sinclair and Pink Life by Gyskard when I was doing my air checking.

Damn it.What's next? Kaskade playing on a radio station in Sulu? Damn it!

A Day of Bliss

2006-05-10T20:12:00.000+08:00

Right now sitting back, relaxing in front of my blog and ready to lay those thoughts down. Just bam, bam, bam all of a sudden kinda semi-messy stuff.

Yesterday was one of the shortest days of my life. It was such 'cause I went through it quite effortlessly without breaking a sweat except for the obvious heat that has been frying the country right now and because I was very happy. I woke up at 8 and went out and got home at 9 and went to bed. The bastard life, in short. It was my friend, Aizel's, 18th birthday and she went through it without a debut. Yes, it's not a crime to have it like that, just accept the fact that some people wouldn't really fuss and carry the conscience to hassle the guests to dress up and be busy for them. So we went to her place and fixed up a surprise for her that she eventually got 9 hours after we we're done preparing for it. We were almost complete with the exception of Jessi who's busy and down with summer classes.

Yesterday was fantastic. I just had to put it down. I wish there were more days like that.

I love my high school friends. They're the best. They come first.

My Top Ten Things

2006-05-04T20:31:00.000+08:00

It's either you have it or you don't. It's just the way it goes. There are people who have good things happening in life and there are most certainly more people who do not have good things happening. Everybody cannot have everything. Some people live the dream and some people dream, period. Right now, at this point in my life, I feel like the kind of person wh fall under the "dream, period" category. So that is exactly what i am about to do--dream the top ten things I would like to have.

10. Enough money to splurge on clothes for at least once a month. Yes, I do have money but its only enough to splurge on a very few things. Sometimes, I buy a shirt and off i go back home. The boring poor life I live. I know it can be better.

9. The resources to be techie enough. So I meant resources. That means money but I would hate to use it again and again (but I guess I did already so what the hell) and so you people may think I am materialistic. I want PDA's cellphones, the newest gadgets around, a laptop--all of them. But yeah, you can take away the S's and believe me, it'll sound a lot healthy and holy.

8. A condo unit at Rockwell Land. Enough said. I'll be living the good life.

7. I cannot live without music and so if I'll wish for it right now. If I'll be wishing, why not stretch it to thew fullest, right? I'd like to have all the Hed Kandi compilations ever made.

6. A party that I can go to at least once every two weeks during Friday of Saturday nights. Since the Kaskade event, I know there are so many things I have been missing on.

--That's it for now. I'll continue this shit when I think about it--

The Shit I'm down with Nowadays

2006-05-04T20:10:00.000+08:00

So... my Penguin (if you know me, know me, you'll know who she is--otherwise, what do you care about anyway) was complaining that I ain't updating my blog anymore. And we agree on that.

So here's the lowdown...

>>> I'm not gaining weight. I intended to gain a few pounds since I'm stick thin. I hate it. I'm like fat-proof!

>>> My penguin told me I was on the Inquier daw? Something with the Kaskade event a few weeks back.

>>> I ain't going to the States. I just simply don't have the time to wait for the papers to get processed.

>>> My iPod earphones got busted and i neraly cried because of it. I got it replaced with a lousy pair of white phones. They sound like shit--like he sounds coming from inside a tin can. Fuck it! Replacements are priced at 2,300 pesos each. Puneta...

>>> I'm bummed about my earphones

>>> Still bummed.

>>> I want a digital cam. A Sony DSC-T5

Over and out.

The Horror of Being Idle

2006-04-27T14:03:00.000+08:00

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

2006-04-21T21:30:00.000+08:00

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

2006-04-19T20:32:00.001+08:00

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!

2006-04-10T20:28:00.000+08:00

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

2006-04-07T14:53:00.000+08:00

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!

2006-04-05T14:49:00.000+08:00

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?

A Beeyotch of a Summer

2006-03-31T22:39:00.000+08:00

I was on the brink of having a beeyotch kinda summer. Let me do the bloody task of recounting the events that lead to this crime against humanity.

So i started the 2nd trimester of the school year (yes, it started that far) with a pretty tight budget. It got tighter, and tighter, and tighter then finally i got broke. Yeah, every college student's nightmare. But a bits of dough came my way, that's why I'm still alive tell it all. It was okay being broke 'cuz i didn't have anything major to spend on. So i vented out my energy on more entertaining things like studying (yuck!) and House music.

From the beginning of the month, i was transformed to a House addict. It was the only thing I listened to most of the time on my iPod. I was addicted to Anton Ramos and his Chillout Project House Sessions cd. Then a friend of mine gave me a Hed Kandi cd, another House delight. And I got to discover this wicked house dj Kaskade. This was how the month went on--all House. Kaskade, Anton Ramos, Hed Kandi all month long...

Then the nightmare happened. DJ Tiesto was coming to the country on March 31st. This I got to knoe about 2 weeks after the said date. So i accepted the fact that I won't be seeing the world's greatest dj for 2 years in a row in his first time in Manila 'cuz i was broke. I was quite pissed but i moved on since trance wasn't really that big for me. But that wasn't then end...

Hed Kandi was coming to Manila too. ON THE SAME FUCKING DATE! And that means I ain't watching them too! This was the breaking point for me. I got so pissed about things that sometimes, I'd just shut up and stare while listening to Hed Kandi on my iPod. The kicker: Anton Ramos was a guest DJ for Team Hed Kandi. SHIT! I mean SHIT!

This was the lowest point of my whole summer. Everything went bad and I started wondering if things could get any more sour. I told myself "Pano kaya kung si Kaskade pumunta rin dito." I started to kid myself that way knowing it was impossible. But the fuckeroonie of all circumstances happened...

I went surfing on the net to find out how much would a regular Hed Kandi ticket would cost me. So results came up with all the listing for the events this summer... Then i saw it, like a gun pointed at my forehead then bring shot.

KASKADE Live in Manila...

... Oh shit! Shit doesn't even sum up how shitty i felt! But that was the final straw. I told myslef, I have to ask money and watch Kaskade. I'll never let this one pass me by. My favorite dj of all time was coming here. He ain't Tiesto but I like him better...

And the saving grace came my way. Mom promised me to lend money for the event. I was so relieved. I never felt happier in my entire life. Cheesy it may sound, yes but that's the way it is.

Life's lesson? You have to swim out of deep shit once in a while. Work through your frustrations; don't let them work through you.

KASKADE Live in Manila! April 12 at the Coconut Palace, CCP! HAHA!!! I'm watching!

this is fun.. try it

2006-03-19T11:15:00.000+08:00

open this on a new window
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this is what i got

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Theater

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Philosophy

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Chemistry

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Journalism

83%

Sociology

75%

Anthropology

75%

English

75%

Psychology

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Dance

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Biology

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Mathematics

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Art

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ENOUGH WITH IT ALREADY!!!

2006-03-19T10:48:00.000+08:00

I have a friend from Ateneo and i wondered if how they get through the hassle of enrollment 'coz i just did and I come from La Salle. Do they enroll online like we do?Asking my friend was not a choice since i didn't like to offend him and make him think i was coming on with a kayabangan question. So i just went online and searched the net for some answers. I entered "ADMU Online enrollment" on the yahoo! search tollbar and guess what poped out?

Millions of results, usually forum threads, with people bashing the Blue and Green side of things. Sometimes the Maroon gets dragged in. I was like "putang ina ng mga to! tigil na nga kayo!"

When will people get tired of comparing schools. Can we all please move on and study? I think it's the innate kayabangan in all of us that drives us to "comparison tragedies".

And i landed on this blog that dissed DLSU's marketing material that said "Reasons why La Salle is your best choice for higher education". And he went on dissing it by enumerating the reasons and comparing to UP's own share of credentials.

La Salle has 10 Centers of Excellence, UP has 24
LS has 4 Centers of Development, UP has 8
LS ranks 72 in Asia's best Universities Up's at 48

I would have been happy coz he provided fair view of things. He claimed "I don't hate La Salle, I just don't agree that credentials can justify a choice". And yes, I was still happy. But when it came to the point where he said, "I would have studied in LS if i didn't go to UP"... i was, well... never mind

So i posted a comment on his blog:

"biased… that is the only way i can remark this entry. well, it’s just La Salle vis-a-vis UP. and you, coming from UP would, of course, make UP better. And UP is not necessarily better in every way than La Salle. UP has its share of hits and so does La Salle.
We are all subjective, affected by the background we have. I would have given you the plaudits of making an objective insight of things but sorry. This is just one of the million opinions different people have about their OWN university. like “UP ako. Ikaw?”

And brother, San Beda? Better than UP and ADMU in Law? You gotta be kidding me. And La Salle’s opening College of Law in a few years. So watch out.

and yes. I AM FROM LA SALLE. UP ka? Ano ngayon?"

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2006-03-11T21:46:00.000+08:00

I was watching the LOST Season 2 Premier and these numbers were the object of the mystery this time.

I've got so much questions about Lost. S***... And nobody can help me! I'm itching for answers!

And I love the series.

No Second Takes

2006-03-11T21:32:00.000+08:00

Used to hate me. Used to hate everything.
FLASHBACK to some years ago.

I didn't like being me. I was the insecure lil freak. Belonged to the noisiest and rowdiest clique in high school. But i loved 'em guys. They were the best. Those were times when i was sure someone's got my back--talking about my friends. They had mine and i had all seven of theirs. It was nice. No stark conflict came our way. But that was the nice part. They thought i was successful and content but my friends haven't seen the rest of me. This is the "me" that i ain't comfortable of letting everybody see. Can't bare being bare. Friends told me Iwas smart. And I knew I was (bragging aside). But i didn't want to be under the pressure of keeping it up and be a "one quarter wonder". I was comfortable of wearing that skin. Being the regular guy who always brought the surprise to things.

ZAP to the present.

Nothing much has changed on the outside. But my insides were flowing with painful realizations. I could've done so much back in high school when things were quite enjoyable; when you had your real blood friends with you. They could've supported you. I'm starting to shed my skin now. I know I came in late. It's gut-wrenching and frustrating bring unable yo unleash what i had in HS. Nothing I could do to turn it back and have all the doors open once more. All I could do is wait for the others to open up. Wish they will.

Seems abstract? Yeah... It's supposed to be that way. You'll realize what this is all about if you're with me on the subject.

Sum'thin'

2006-02-28T16:14:00.001+08:00

A little something for your eyes and mine.

The rough logo i plan to use when i establish my own clothing company.
Chill. It's a far ambition.

----> Shiftee

Bottled and Chilled

2006-02-25T21:53:00.000+08:00

Taking music to a whole new level--almost hypnotic. Talking about House music.

This is The Chillout Project. By modern day music god Anton Ramos.

Love the compilation. Words couldn't do it justice.

House music is a ride, an undertaking of heavy bass beats that penetrate you and bounce off the walls. Smoothed out by deep lounge grooves that fade out then comes back in in full volume. All that sealed in with female vocals that are godlike. Descriptions fail.

You have to experience House. Experience the Chillout Project. I was down with the 1st one. And i have the third one as well. But I can say sequels never really top the last one. Merely bananas. It takes you to an alternate world. Driving? Play it in your car and you'll cruise just fine.

Listen in.

Spoiled Milk and a Little Toast for Breakfast.

2006-02-24T17:12:00.000+08:00

Woke up like shit today. But things were sublime.

Got up at 7:40 thinking i've got just 20 minutes to get prepped up for school. But is was no big since i live in a condo tower next to the university. I'll breeze right through those 20 damn minutes. The good life they say. I think otherwise. When you're all alone, you get a little crazy. For me, I lost all my sense for gradual calibration and got crazy right away. It's the beauty of solitude.

Opened up the blinds and i did not see the usual feverish traffic that persisted during rush hours. And from my window, there wasn't a single soul walking the universtiy grounds. It didn't hit me right away. But slowly, it came to me. No classes? I wasn't sure if i were to feel bad or good. I changed. Back in high school, weekdays were a drag. Now, i seem to enjoy it. School's one big bowl of mixed alphabet soup and cow shit. Love it that way.

As the curious animal that I am, I swtiched on the set and tried to found out why classes were cancelled. STATE OF EMERGENCY. Those were the thigs i read. Wasn't surprised. This country's becoming a shit pit. But still, i love it here. I wouldn't wanna live elsewhere.

I got my letter of invitation this morning. Invitation from the USA. My dad brought it home with him from LA. I'm leaving this April. It was the sweet saline that broke through the pissed off feeling i had the whole morning. Suddenly things got better.

I learned how to appreciate little things like a morning with cancelled classes and a bowl of subtly sweet and sublimely milky oatmeal in my hands spooning it up my mouth in small servings while I've got my iPod playing chilled grooves and the sun hitting my face with that gentle warmth. I took the air in. T'was awesome. Morning can be great even without coffee. Don't believe in advertisments.

State of emergency my ass.

The Primer on Perfection.

2006-02-23T12:35:00.000+08:00

I’m new. A neophyte.
Feels different. Weird.
There is something about new that I could never get acquainted to. Something I could never get accustomed to.
There is something about “new” that is so old to me that I do not know it anymore and I hate it. Apprehensions always get the best of me. I create scenarios inside my head that are too good (or too bad) to be true. And when the time of reckoning comes, nothing surprising happens to me. I hate the fact that I am made to imagine things that send me up the roof and end with nothing but a bland taste on my tongue.

But in the end, who is to blame? The circumstances perhaps? Circumstances are dead, not a life within them. And you create your circumstances. So blame the creator. You.
But we are not fond of blaming ourselves. We would like to think that we are in control of everything. Yes, humans and their imperfections. With all the power we wield over things around us, it is in our nature to think of invincibility and that we are born with it. Perfection is another word.
Most of us would want to live in perfection without knowing the consequences it entails. Let me open your eyes and awaken you, poor creature of blood.
Imagine a world of perfection or as some people who do not use the power to think would call it, UTOPIA. Heavenly wonderful, you might think. But you are wrong.

A world of perfection is one that is lifeless…boring in simple terms. To live in a perfect world is to live without life, without purpose, without drive, without philosophy. To live in it is to live where things do not make sense at all.
Imperfection is the one that is perfect. Because of imperfection, we are driven, we have a purpose and we know what we live for. THIS IS UTOPIA—AN IMPERFECT WORLD.

This is what 's worth living for. The drive to rise above imperfection. But we all know we are not prepared for perfection. It is an object the gods play with. No matter how hard we try to transcend it, it remains a thing that we could never reach. But it is not so bad after all because it is that trait that makes us who we are--humanity in search for perfection that we could never attain.

Live life. Take pride in imperfection. It is yours. You are you. In this, we are united.