Friday, February 27, 2009

Spending February, pt II


Mood: creative! bwahaha.
Now Playing: the killer's latest album.


February the 23rd, Monday
Dress Rehearsal at IC.

Since the Dulasawit competition was slated for the day after, rehearsals were done in this little comedy bar/KTV/bar our professor knew. Talk about weird.

Before the rehearsals, a lot of us huddled together to organize Fessa and Bren's are you having fun/ birthday fucking surprise @ Tayuman. Birthdays means a lot, so aun. We ordered this huge motherfucking bouquet for Fessa, and a black t shirt with a customized design for Bren.

Bren's shirt design was originally a huge hotdog saying "sex means gender!" but i changed it to this at the last minute. Dunno why now though. :?

Dahil sa kelangan fresh ang mga bulaklak, kinuha nina shan at putchat ang bulaklak sa dangwa at nag paprint na rin ng shirt. Para matago namin sa loob ng IC ang mga bulaklak, kinuntsaba namin si Gene na dalhin si Pesa muna sa labas para makapasok sina Shan at Putchat sa loob.

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After rehearsals, we all agreed to eat out at SM Tayuman, just a ride away from the bar we practiced at. Shan, Putchat and Pesa all went ahead while Jhanna, Bren and I stayed behind at IC, with the excuse of helping Kat pile up all the props for tomorrow at her house.

Of course, that's all just the cover story; we can't have Fessa knowing we have this huge mothefucking bouquet hidden at the counter, can we? haha. Bren's was a lot easier to hide; it was safely tucked away inside my bag.

So aun. At SM, it was a game of cat and mouse. As the others walked about, we were hiding in ASTROVISION with a huge ass motherfucking bouquet. We were like the kings of stares that day; if every person's stare was worth ten pesos, we'd be rolling in fucking money now.

Another problem was giving the bouquet and shirt itself. Shan met us up later while we were still at Astrovision with the idea of having one of Tokyo Tokyo's attendants hand over the bouquet itself to Fessa in the middle of our lunch.

Coool.

For the meantime, we hid the flowers at the fuckage(excuse my french) the SM package counter. I think the clerk behind the counter was smiling as we handed over the flowers. haha, lol.

Everyone met up later at Tokyo Tokyo, and i could almost hear my wallet wincing in pain as i shelled out a hundred bucks. Fudge. The food itself was delicious, though. We ordered three bento boxes, and since it comes with unlimited rice, YEAH. :))

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A few minutes later, Putchat and i excused ourselves with the pretense of buying iced tea at Kenny's.

Still a few minutes later, we were carrying a huge ass mothefucking bouquet over to Tokyo Tokyo. An attendant was selling sushi at the front of the store, and after explaining the situation, promptly agreed to give the flower to her.

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One of the cool things about Fessa is that she's the kind of girl that laughs a lot and gets embarrassed easily. So you could imagine her face when Kuya Tokyo Tokyo gave her a bouquet of huge ass flowers.

BAM.

A rush of images then ensued. Fessa began hitting the bouquet to the person nearest her - Jhanna. Me, whipping out the black shirt out of my bag, and presenting it to Bren's face. Shan and Jhanna videoing the whole scene. Putchat, laughing her trademark laugh. With screams of laughter and loud words, we sang a chorus of Happy Birtday, with a lot of people were eyeing us, laughter and surprise and whatnot evident in their faces.


AY MAY BIDJO NA PALA, BWAHAHA!


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After having our fill of watching passers-by staring at the flowers in hand, the rest of the group continued to Jhecka's, to help her paint the rest of the staff uniforms. I didn't go, though. Headache attack was too much, i was nosebleeding all the way home. Other passengers looked at me as if i had AIDS or something. lol.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Spending February


Mood: creative
Now Playing: jack's mannequin, the resolution.


FEBRUARY, 1st or 2nd WEEK.

It was horrible; i have never slept so less in my life. I'm really glad God gave us a weekend every seven days. If He didn't i swear i'd be coming upstairs pretty soon.

But i guess it has it's cool moments too. Philhist Dulasawit practices are surprisingly fun pretty pleasant most of the time, though i guess i owe it to a lot of people, especially Ray, Camille and Nichola, since they have this funky talent for Adobe Audition, a pretty thorough, but complex music editing program. Can't believe they're not getting recruited or something.

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GRAFFITI

The College of Science has a cool rooftop, and that's where our class practices for the inter-university play. It's got a canteen, shade, and even a socket for the player (although said socket is inside a classroom). But, nevertheless, the wind blows freely up there, and that's what i mostly like about it.

So aun. Nichola, Camille, Ray, Bren and I were sort of exploring the place. LoL. Pasensya, it's really spacious, and i can't help but shake the "Old-Castle-With-Hidden-Pathways" vibe. The building itself was built at around the 70's or 80's, Bren tells me. I was half-hoping to see some kind of weird shit written around.

And aun. We did some poking around - the actors were having a break - and we found this little space, just enough for four people to stand in. It's sort of like an alcove, only more modern and made of stone. The inside of it was adorned with hundreds of letters, all of different sizes and colors.

Graffiti.

There were things like their names, dates, quotes, and just plain shout outs. Merong Nag-sex kami dito! which was weird, since the said space was suited only for about four people. So pano un, nakatayo?

Others wrote down their names, and you could almost feel the story behind the words drawn on a piece of rock. The exact wordings escape me now, but the feeling that those people wanted to express; i can still feel it, y'know. The intensity of the feelings of which those words were written holds a sort of poetic justice er, romance. Something OTH-ish. Like "At this moment there are six billion, five hundred and two million, eight hundred and sixty seven thousand, one hundred and twenty people in the world, give or take a few and sometimes all you need is one" I dunno. It just feels that way.

May we never love in vain.

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February the 20th, Friday

We had rehearsals at Blas Hall, one of the more spacious rooms inside the main bldg - it's funny; people are now anxious to show us support now that the contest itself is near. Lol.

So aun. We didn't have all three of our major classes (Human Development, Theories of Learning and Biopsych) since all of the professors were in the panel for the seniors' theses. So yeah. COMBO. Like hitting jackpot in one of the lotteries.

Oh - Pam, Bren and Fessa celebrated their birthdays(HAPPY BIRTHDAY!) with fuckingly delicious YC. Shame i only grabbed a piece of the Hawaiian, though. Should've nibbled a bit on one of them huge ass toppings.

That day's rehearsal was cool; Shan and some of the props team were finishing the costumes, so we had some free time before they arrived. We looked like refugees from the netherworld, as a lot of us slept the minutes away. Others were soundtripping, editing, talking basically we all just sat back for a while. Like a moment's refuge before the undying tempest. A sort of resignation to the fact that we'd be squaring off against the other college's finest.

But it feels right, mehn. We have a chance.

The costumes look so cool, by the way. Even the ideas for the staff uniforms. Oohlala.

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February the 21st, Saturday

Ray and I went to this sort of indie/idontreallyknow/cool theater play. There were supposed ter be four of us, but since one canceled and the other was in the play itself, we found ourselves in the seats of Pope Pius XII theater.

The play was... pretty amazing. The title of the play was Tudulayaw, mga tula, dula at sayaw ng pag-ibig. I couldn't shake off the feeling that i was watching a neo-bohemian kind of play, with minimalist touches to boot.

After that, we sort of got lost; took the wrong side of the street, and boom we didn't know where the hell were we. But in more ways than one, it was pretty fun, y'know. Getting lost and all. Ray is this really amazing person;she's like this Pinoy version of HP's Luna Lovegood, minus the craziness. Like a cloud drifting dreamily into space.

We got unlost by finally doing what we should've done the moment we left the theater - hailing a trike. lol. We finished up with burgers and sundaes at a Domax before finally going our separate ways home.

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February the 22nd, Sunday.

We still have rehearsals tomorrow, and i have this huge motherfucking headache.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

BIts


Mood: geeky
Now Playing: daisy chain, cynthia alexander.


I have absolutely no idea why the hell i so am buried chin deep on paper works. I mean, last week was my college week, and i did absolutely nothing in the span of those five days (well, except attend play rehearsals, a seminar and an opening speech i would rather not relive again). So here i am, stumped. What the fuck happened?

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I had this dream last night, and a lot of people were in it. I tend to remember dreams pretty well, but this dream was super kaluper hazy from the get-go. All i'm sure of is that i was scared shitless and my friends were scared shitless and everybody was scared shitless and the whole fucking world was scared shitless.

Of what, i just had to conveniently forget.

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On a happier note, i may be moving into an apartment with three of the coolest people i will ever know. I'm looking forward to independence, and the evil things that come with it. I can now utter pompous statements like "i have stared into the eyes of my oppressors and emerged victorious" and "viva independcia!"

Stop me before i say those words again.

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I'm typing on my laptop, which i have christened turtleheart, after a fictional character my friend keeps on mentioning. Why turtleheart?

Lol. Why, indeed?

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I think i may have figured out what the hell happened. I WAS SLEEPING. No kid. I must have dozed off for probably a total of a month in class. I just don't get WHY though. I just feel so weak. It's like somebody keeps on injecting me alcohol and caffeine i can almost feel my legs turning into jelly. No, it's worse than jelly. It's like they're threathening to shut down.

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Speaking of shut downs... Nah. Never mind.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Tegami


Mood: hopeful.
Now Playing: nothing.


Stars look really near each other, but they're light years away. Space divides them. Space unites them. In that unity, there is a quiet nod of acceptance and tranquility that will forever render those heavenly bodies breathless, their hearts dancing to a beat of unknown origins.

How long must questions of innocence litter the space between?

EDIT.

Before any of this generates any unwanted rumors, i am saying it in advance. You don't know me. Smile, i'm not mad.

Just confused.