Hindi si Hero Angeles yan. You wish. *laughs*

Halata bang tinatamad na naman ako’t walang magawa? Nag eexperimento na naman ako ng mga filters. Haay. Nagawa ko pang manguha ng mga tanong sa friendster nung isang araw at nagsusumagot ng mga kung anu-ano. Kung gusto ninyong mabasa, punta kayo dito: http://www.blackmoon.8m.com/autograph.htm. Kung gusto ninyong sagutan, i copy-paste ninyo na lang. Tapos ipaste ninyo sa blog. Bahala kayo.

Pero huwag ninyong mashadong ipaalam sa iba. Baka malaman rin nilang wala kayong ginagawa. *laughs*

*padaan lang po*
Sa lahat ng mga bumati noong aking kaarawan, isang bilyong pasasalamat ang para sa inyo!!! *tumatanggap pa po ako ng regalo kahit late na *

I’m not particularly like the others who keep on displaying pictures of their guys/girls because they’re oh-so-totally-proud-of-their-loved-ones. Not that I’m not, but let me clarify first that I’m doing this for two reasons:

1) We’re both cute.

2) We’re both cute. It’s his birthday. Two days ago.

Let him do the talking. Malay ninyo, magkuwento siya kung anong nangyari. Basta ako, magp-post lang dahil cute kami.

No free CD, but there are three stories, coupla pics and a cute layout you can digest. Costs only your time and your net card. Available even after Jasmine realizes the Philippines sees her as the savior to all the debt the country had (or at least the commercialism Philippines always had), or realizes she just looks like a plain Juana and is nothing exceptional except that she had millions of votes from Hawaii at one time and decides to go into hibernation in some obscure place in Nepal. Kidding.

*Feelings from the reader optional. And for some additional smiles, we’re even going to pitch in gratitude in your happy meal.

The Midyear

Hmm. It seems like I’m almost the only one who hasn’t posted about the 3-day getaway.

Honestly, my mind’s kind of experiencing a weird lapse right now (either that, or my mind player’s pirated) that it’s hard to extract memories without my mind jumping to something else. I’ll just safely say this was the only sembreak I had wherein I was able to actually spend some days away from home. It was nice. Three days of greeneries. Not to mention three days with friends, three days with co-writers, three days of bonding, three days of food, three days of New York atmosphere, three days of trigger-happy moments, three days of irritation (don’t ask), three days with someone-you-already-know-who-so-it-would-be-useless-to-put-his-name-here-anyway (hehe), and three days of mild re-thinking.

Oh, and yes, three days of learning. Also from each other.

(Pics randomly taken from George’s, Gerard’s, Joanna’s and my cam. Thanks guys.)

Hey people, can you see yourselves in there? Reminisce, ah, go ahead. Smile, even.

Of Bouncer-happy Rave Clubs and 2am Incoherent Thoughts

Of course it was a bad idea. Rave clubs requiring over 21 IDs and rock CD launching events don’t mix. And it was an even worse idea to put in those seemingly outdated-minded bouncers. I mean, honestly. Bouncers. On a nearly 150 SRC (standing room capacity) club. And to think it was the third stretch.

Yes, while everyone must have predicted an all-out bash for the last of the three album launches, it has somewhat failed a lot of fans who stood outside Peligro bar over at Aguirre cor. Salcedo st., Makati in an attempt to catch the band perform for their Take 2: The Imago Album launch in the middle of a slight rain because of the unexpected number of people who came in. According to sources, the previous album launches must have aroused higher expectations for this last leg, what with a full house attendance last October 28 at Freedom Bar, Anonas for the first celebration, and also with a successful encounter over at Altered Native, Fairview last November 05. And now, with fans definitely not considering the third as merely the last extension but the final formal celebration of the much awaited CD launch, it has been disappointing to see a lot of kids initially disallowed to enter the premises for the lack of requirements (that being a “21″ age and an ID) and dozens of eligible crowd still forming a line outside Peligro with faith unshaken on hopes to still catch their favorite band.

The jam-packed launching coupled with the obnoxious bouncers however (which required only a CD purchase as an entrance ticket that costs only P250) proved to be not a hindrance for some fans who still made the party a resounding success. Guest bands Sugarfree and Cambio both played three songs each to make way for the night’s guest stars, but the number of songs the initial bands fed did not lessen the hype as Imago played a full set, with the beautiful Ms. Aia de Leon taking the lead and riding on the energy their crowd unabashedly committed to the band.

Despite the early commence of the launch, it was undeniable that Imago has done it again and showed they still have the magic Viva was unfortunately too blind enough to appreciate.

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Okay, enough with the sour-graping article-like header.

Actually, I was a part of those bitter crowd who weren’t able to get inside the bar in time to catch Cambio and Sugarfree perform, and decided to stay outside the nearest Mini stop along with a couple of performers like Raimund Marasigan (of Sandwich) and Wolfmann (of…err…Wolfmann) alternately joshing along with us (Raims) or drinking our miseries away (Wolf). *I* was particularly bitter–I was not able to attend the first two launches, and now with my hopes up, I was obviously in the mood for some bouncer-shooting inside the club. It was really filled to the brim, and I know those bouncers (with a witty “ass-kickers” slogan printed on their backs) were merely doing their jobs, but hell, we’re talking about the LAST Imago launch here, and I wasn’t ready to give up yet. Thank god so was Max, who then pulled me to the bar in time to catch their last 4 songs while I was in the middle of wallowing in self pity.

Grabe. Everyone’s just so friggin hyper. The whole crowd’s screaming the lyrics, and everybody jumped everywhere. Believe me, the beauty of things such as that cannot be captured by video alone, nor even by my words (or maybe at least by someone else’s words it can be).

I knew I wouldn’t choose to be anywhere else.

Well, yeah. But partly maybe because I NEEDED to be there. I needed to feel the rush Imago brings and at the same time, I needed to realize something in the middle of the night. I had to be there to understand some things.

I walked home feeling elated, but my mind was run down by different faces. That night, I was reunited with people I had an affinity with. Then someone was being his usual sweet person to me, and it made me smile thinking I won his friendship again. Never again would I fuck up things by telling premature truths. Some realizations unsupported by reality must be kept to one’s own comprehension. I knew nothing more can emerge from this yearning.

And then there’s the third party. He was the one who kept me up when I got lost in the middle of vague lines of someone’s sarcasm and politeness. When I held only something I thought was real enough, he was there, although he tried to present to me HIS thought of something possibly real that involved us. That night, I was able to reunite with him again. He used to be a strong contender for a possible “someone-to-hold, someone-to-love” but then there, while we stood alone at the corner of an intersection while we were shaded by the soft light from a distant lamp post, I looked at him and saw a great and faithful friend, just a piece of a puzzle that would soon build up a mirage of me.

I distinctly remember thinking: no, not him.

I went home alone glancing at every light post I passed by. Each of them provided a temporary light to my path. Not so bright, but just enough to complement the night. Just enough to guide me around Makati. And it was just enough to guide me inside my thoughts.

By the end of the highway, I knew I had to end all the possible what-ifs that hung around me as I entered the club behind someone, or even the possibilities of another life as I looked at someone laugh while we were outside the 24 hour deli. They were part of the past. They were a part of the trimming. They were once considerations.

Not anymore. By the end of the highway, I was only longing for just one person. The end of the road stops there. Time to move on to another path.

(Ps: Cris, if you’re reading this: you asked me if I was happy. I said I was okay. Come to think of it, no, I’m not okay. When I answered your question I tried to avoid it thinking the night wasn’t over, and I could still find the answers to the questions I was asking. Cris, I think there’s no need to find them anymore.

So now, I want to change my answer: yes, I am positively happy. And yes, I love this life. He has made me happier than I initially thought he would. I don’t think I can ask for more. No more what-ifs extensions.

But please, stop calling him that. He wasn’t a Starstruck survivor. He he.)

In The Same Breathing Room With Tessa Prieto

There are times when the gods are obviously on your side when you know you haven’t exactly been a bad girl: a) got a chance to do an article for a mag we look up to, b) sit around rubbing shoulders with other media whores at some class hotel a stone’s throw away from one of the malls we mainly scout cuties from, and c) when you actually get to compulsively breathe the same air with Tessa Prieto in hopes of her carbon dioxide triggering some innate style icon in you.

Oh, and yeah, when you also d) get to watch a couple of corporate pleasers make a fool of themselves just trying to please all the people from media in order to return a good review. Which isn’t really hard considering the product was topnotch output, believe me. After all, everybody saw the difference as they sat in front of the Philips Pixel Plus 2 TV with Ambilight on the demonstration on November 12, 2004 at Le Boulevardier, Hotel Intercontinental, Makati a little after lunch.

Following its predecessor which was launched only early this year, Pixel Plus 2 TV has quickly evolved to double the old pixel count with a record breaking over 2 million pixel resolution per frame, giving viewers the best quality viewing they can get–with clearer pictures and natural details that takes the word “experience” into a different level. It’s so real, Edu Manzano might even want to install it everywhere to stifle the piracy flourish. May scare the hell out of those pirates.

But that’s not all. Proving that they do set the pace in technological standards, Philips emerged with a new feature called Ambilight, which extends the light beyond the screen as measured by an external light sensor that measures the light in the room. With Ambilight, viewers are not only confined to the cube but even their moods may intertwine with the viewing, making the common watching a truly cinematic experience.

Man. Too bad we didn’t get one of those from the raffle.

But hey, Christmas is near. Maybe if I get to be more than a good girl, might see the gods checking in on my wish list–that is if they don’t get to the other people’s wish lists too, which is probably flooded by this new innovation. Hmm. Better start some major sucking up to the gods.

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You know why I like presscons like this? The percentage of meeting someone you know is almost up to 70%. Or at least if you don’t know them, chances of meeting someone AFFILIATED with them is at around 90.

Met Grace and some officemate from MTV Ink. I wasn’t able to ask if she was the same BrutalGrace taking the pics, but I’m letting my imagination get to it. And guess who we saw inside? Gasp! Igan D Bayan! Gawd, I was nearly melting to the floor while I stared gawking at the guy. King of sardonics in the flesh. Wow.

Also, Mark’s former bosses from Tower were there. And people from Hinge too. Am getting a heavy crush over Mark’s former crush Chiqui. Gawd, she’s so goddamn hot I was nearly fidgeting in my seat, trying to control my self from coming to her table and giving her a bitch slap for being pretty. Hehe. Kidding.

I like her Astroboy shirt, though. And her maroon jacket. And her hair. And her complexion. And her… (rattles off 525,002 more stuff)

(ps: Ate Tinggay from Filmless Films: please don’t tell on me.)
(pps: Ate Tintin: that goes to you too.)

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‘nough for now. I have to sleep. Yes, I do know that word. And I’m doing it. Sorry.