Monday, December 24, 2007

RIGHT BRAIN ::: Lessons

Happy birthday to my father.

We don't always get along and I purposely run my mouth just to try to teach you a lesson -- in vain.

But I'd be a fool to believe my life would be any better had you not been my father. So thank you and may the seed planted in your heart grow and bear fruit for His glory.

Aren't you glad I posted this photo from '68 instead of something else less flattering? Bait kong anak, di ba? Hahaha!

I love you, Dada.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

U2 ::: The Weight of Christmas '07

I keep telling people what I want for Christmas and been dropping hints all over the place but does anyone listen to me? No. And then you say I'm picky. TSK!

Which is why I want to give mad props to Nice for my first ever (and best one, thus far) U2 present, the U2 by U2 hardcover put-wheels-on-it-and-ride-it-home book. Really. It takes 'hardcover' to a whole 'nuther level. Damn! To think she had to lug the thing back home and then to work and then to me. (Can't thank you enough. I love you, you nutter!) I swear I'll guard it with my life...and it might even guard mine from the way it looks.

I haven't gotten around to reading it at length but I did go over a few pages last night. Hindi ko muna nga siya inuwi because I would be taking public transportation. Unacceptable when carrying invaluable memorabilia. For now, though, it's locked safe in a drawer. You can take my atm, my illegal certificates, my toothbrush, but don't touch the U2 book. They wrote it, Mexico-fo. They wrote it.

But yeah from what I've read in the intros, the guys almost sound like being in U2 saved each of them from their miserable mediocrity. That's funny. Still, that Bono does have the best quotes. Reading him is like an extension of the New Testament.

The more I read, the more I admire these guys for their integrity, both artistic and moral. I guess it's because Paul McGuinness himself was big on r-e-s-p-e-c-t. The band had the right figurehead going in with the A&Rs and record company folk. I haven't heard about U2 getting caught in ugly legal battles over early publishing issues or burning all the advance even before their first single was put out on radio. You know, the sort of thing that makes most young groups crash and burn.

I will be poring over this book while relishing this week-and-a-half holiday. My U2 IQ should be off the charts when I get done that I could point out things to Bono about his life he never knew happened. And then he'll be super impressed he'll recruit me for his entourage. Then he'll put me in-charge of the next tour itinerary.

...I should really try to be more productive around here.

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

U2 ::: Did Someone Say Glib?

"We are guilty — all of us — between the war in Iraq and the environment," he continued. "We're damned, if we don't fix this. With this record, I'm just throwing my hands up in the air, going, 'I guess we're just going to f--- this sh-- up, and ruin the planet.' It's a little less optimistic and more inspired by frustration and anger toward what we're doing. It comes from a way darker place, and it's heavy — the first three songs are really heavy, and I'm proud of that. I miss that in music. I don't want to pigeonhole myself, but it's almost like a heavy U2 record."
The guy talking is Richard Patrick of the band Filter.

But it's the holidays, people. Let's just try to get through this one shall we?

Monday, November 26, 2007

U2 ::: Bono for Bob

Was listening to Bono's message/greeting in the original version of "Do They Know It's Christmas". Yeah, he just had to go first with that.

It's been 23 years but the contrast between him and Geldof is still obvious. Say, was Bob punching the world in the face back then, too?

Sorry, no download here but I prolly could pull something off for anyone who wants it.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

RIGHT BRAIN ::: Hammering Away

The problem with being too philosophical is that it can be easy to get caught up in your own thoughts. Think too much about people's motivations and societal complications right now, and you will get overwhelmed by the sheer scope of things. Instead, turn your philosophical scope down to a pinpoint of light, and let it illuminate your personal life. For now, just focus on the people in your life and what they're thinking about. That will make you feel like you can make a difference.

Hardly calling this one advice but I can't argue with it. And even with just focusing on the people I am overwhelmed. Maybe that's why it's easier to philosophize on a general scope. So how appropriate can the Current Favorite Song be?

Beautiful Mystery
Caedmon's Call

I tried to know
Every mystery
Soon realized, no
It was too much for me

'Cause most things true
Are simple and complex
So it is with You
What else should I expect

You suffer the seeker
In You they abide

You are to me
A beautiful mystery
You are to me
A Servant and a King
You're a beautiful mystery

You're like the water
I can feel but not grasp
Still You say all I've gotta do
Is seek and knock and ask

You are to the river
What hems it in and sets it free

The truth is a river
Where the strong can swim down deep
The weak and the broken
Can walk across so easily

Sunday, September 30, 2007

U2 ::: These Irish in America

RollingStone.com has come out with the Top 25 Music DVDs of All Time and our boys come in last. I have to admit I'm a tad surprised Rattle and Hum even made the cut considering all the supposedly bad reviews it got from the music press. But who makes these lists anyway? I'm sure they left out a good number of great ones, too. All the same, I think this is a good way to remind Bono that the cummerbund isn't really considered a cool stage prop.

Here's what RS said:

25. U2: Rattle and Hum (Paramount Pictures)

This was the 1980s answer to Zeppelin's The Song Remains the Same: The world's biggest rock stars acting out their fantasies -- except instead of knights or wizards, U2 just wanted to be Americans. They rock out with B.B. King, visit Sun Studios in Memphis and play a rooftop gig in L.A. -- Bono even commands, "Edge, play the blues!" Sure, the Irish rovers get carried away with their reverence for the Elvis-Dylan-Hendrix tradition. But they live up to it with "All I Want Is You," possibly their finest song. (Although it was used even better in Reality Bites.)
Speaking of DVDs, the POPMart DVD isn't locally available yet. Wonder when the folks at Universal will come around to getting that stuff on the shelves. Watch out, you slackers. You don't want to spark the ire of a novice marketing student who thinks and feels like Merry and Pippin up on Treebeard's branches. (Shoulders?) This is the kind of thing that inspires madness. Like a dreadful 80s power ballad that just won't die.

Personal notes:
Hey, I've a few things I'm praying for but I constantly have to remind myself that before all that, I need to give thanks. I need to touch base with who I am and which questions matter. I do get the love after all.

Saturday, August 25, 2007

SHRINK RAP ::: A General Wonderingment

I was a kid you were my dad
I didn't always understand
I wanted freedom you got mad
You were concerned I got upset
I didn't recognize you yet
And did you cry I know I did
When I lied to you
I didn't want to hurt you
I just never knew I did
You never told me that you loved me
I know you didn't know how
I guess that shows we're much the same
'Cause I love you too and until now
I've never said those words out loud
I hope you're proud
To be my dad...
What are your secrets, do you pray
Is there a god that shows your way
I wish I knew...
Do you have crazy fantasies
What happens in your dreams
I want to know...
I guess you'll always be a mystery to me
But you taught me how to value life
And what else do I need
I have a dad who watches over me

Dad by K's Choice.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

FLAK ::: Messing with the Yin Wei

What's the logic behind removing establishments just because you had a falling out with your predecessor? There isn't one except you feel you need to be "the man". To you I have only one word: geezer.

You have that unquenchable thirst for vindication that even the innocuous are left scratching their heads from your scatterbrain antics.

Gawd, when will it end? Three more years of the "return of the Sith"? This is insane.

In other news, the Lambda Lambda Lambda fraternity just moved in next door to the office I work in. It will be interesting to see what kind of personalities and characters will show up at their doorstep every time they throw "parties". Also, I don't know if the two resident xenophobes, Anang Anay and Bokyong Blowfish, will turn congenial even with their bayfront view. They've been like moles in the hole for quite a while now, you see, and the sunlight rarely catches their eyes. Might make things worse. It's still possible, right?

So these are my new neighbors and I hope I never bump into them any time soon. Actually, I do cross paths with them in the hall at least once every (damn) day but they don't/can't see me. Happy about that. Long live anonymity.

There's this thing I've been terribly beleaguered with for the last month. It comes and goes as it pleases...I have no control over it. It creates a form of pseudo-depression that puts me on the brink of catatonia. There are whys and hows, sure, but I take them more as nuisances.

This post does not claim to possess any sense at all but it will serve its purpose one day when I am about to die and suddenly feel the urge to edit these blog entries.

P.S. Due to the pugnacious nature of this post, the possibility of a new entry after this one has now turned quite bleak.

Sunday, August 05, 2007

SHRINK RAP ::: Cap Feathers

Queen's Dr. Brian May is probably how the media will start referring to him if all go as planned later this month. In any case, I'm taking this as my splut for coming up with godawful excuses as to why I haven't a post grad. Yet. It's not a big deal, I know, but my brain (I feel) is akin to an analog mouse. It can only work on a flat, upright surface to slide on. And that is really starting to be a pebble in my shoe.

Monday, July 30, 2007

RIGHT BRAIN ::: It Says 'a Bit'

Pisces

The Bottom Line

You will find it rewarding to connect with people today and give a bit of yourself.

In Detail

There is an educational component to the advice you dole out to friends today -- passing on your hard-learned information is something you take seriously, and rightfully so. Is the idea of your being a teacher so far-fetched? Not really -- in some ways, you were born to be one. You have a natural patience, a gift for compassion, and a great memory. You will find it rewarding to connect with people today and give a little bit of yourself.

Sunday, July 29, 2007

U2 ::: Providence

Psalm 40 (King James Version)

1I waited patiently for the LORD; and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry.

2He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.

3And He hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God: many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the LORD.

Spent most of the past week viewing U2 concert DVDs and could not help noticing the slow-down in Bono's laps on the ramp over the years.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

REEL TALK ::: Big Enough to Wear a Toque

Most people would not be inclined to dismiss Ratatouille as a waste of terrabytes specifically because it's a Pixar movie, for Pete's sake. But I just couldn't find it in me to be excited over this one when I first saw its trailer. So it's a rat and he can cook, very big deal. I was waiting to be intrigued by its chief human character and, as I had found out, that was not the way to go.

Here's how it starts: Linguini's a f*ck-up loser who can't keep a job. He shows up at Gousteau's, a faded glory type fine dining restaurant in Paris now also involved in mass-market microwavable 'cuisine', and gets hired as the garbage boy. Remy is a country rat who, after getting separated from his colony, found himself a privileged spot at a window that looks into Gousteau's kitchen. He also happens to know a thing or two about culinary arts and while he's not the snob his father dismisses him to be, he does strive to get a better way of life even if his family prefers the status quo.

We soon realize why this Linguini kid gets fired all the time as he clumsily knocks over a stock pot full of soup while mopping the kitchen floor. Scared out of his wits, he tries to cover up his crime by filling the pot with water and dumping all sorts of spices and ingredients into it before anyone notices. Remy was watching from his window and sees the disaster. He then rushes inside to stop bumblehead Linguini, who knew nothing about the cooking, from further murdering the recipe. Linguini catches Remy's deeds and traps the rat before he could escape. Just then, the chef throws a fit at Linguini for trying to interfere with the cooking. Nonetheless, Remy saves the soup and made it an instant hit for the restaurant that day. The two become friends and Remy becomes puppet master to Linguini who becomes the toast of the F & B press for resurrecting Gousteau's.

As I said earlier, the movie didn't ignite any desire in me to see it but I did and on opening day no less. Why? Because there was nothing better to do this morning.

Seriously, go see the movie and be impressed by Pixar's attention to detail...again. The backgrounds are so incredibly realistic you'd think they filmed on location in Paris and imposed the characters on the celluloid. The dialogue holds your attention (not just because they're talking in fake Fransh azens that are harder to make out), the rat is a pretty combination of pink and blue, Peter O'Toole isn't even on screen and I'm still amazed, the story has important values, and most vital of all, you learn about cooking. Another thing I just discovered is that, aside from Peter O'Toole, the movie features some of my favorite actors: Ian Holm (Bilbo from LOTR), Brad Garrett (from Everybody Loves Raymond), Will Arnett (from Arrested Development), John Ratzenberger (from Cheers) and Janeane Garofalo.

All those things make Ratatouille a good way to spend a couple of hours in the theatre. As long as you don't find yourself sharing it with mongrels like the Beverly Hillbillies who walked in, took over an entire row behind me, and started yelling at each other from opposite ends. They were really irritating and they didn't even have any children with them!

So try to go in at the first screening when there are fewer people with plastic bags which can and will ruin the experience for you. I mean I had to move from the stadium seats down to the floor. Thankfully, the elderly couple who sat behind me this time were sweet and discreet. I mean they would laugh at things but not like how the yetti slob earlier would as he chomped and bawled at every bit of slapstick he saw. This couple would remark quietly and succinctly. Sometimes the husband would explain something to the wife but they kept it short and clear. Makes me think of how I want my later years to be like but that's another story.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Saturday, July 21, 2007

SHRINK RAP ::: The Paramecium

Is it time to cash in my check yet?

There's this blog I read once in a while and on it the owner posts some realization-type musings among other things. I generally don't pay any attention to those because there's some really uninteresting stuff in there. However, this time I found myself reading it through the end--and, boy, was it a very long entry. There's only one reason I would want to finish what they wrote on there and that's if I find a something strikingly real yet plain. Something that's not peppered with cutesy, buttery generalizations straight out of teen fiction but more of hardline truth.

The subject was of patience. I can't relay what was posted there because I can't remember it anymore. Neither do I believe it will be of any benefit to instantly apply someone else's own personal navel-gazing theories. So I'm going to, instead, let out my own revelry on the word. Read at your own risk.

Now, I consider myself a fairly patient person in how I deal with and tolerate people. But there's another variation (if you can call it that) of patience that is mostly concerned with one's own progression in life. It could be about your career, your personal struggles, your frustrations with the world you live in.

I then ask myself just how patient can I be with these factors, them being the way they are.

Let's take, for example, the way we see our future based on the present. How many of the filthy rich are able to declare that their lives ten or fifteen years down the line will be completely picture-perfect because they got it all settled? (And you know what I mean by this) Not a lot. In fact, I hardly think anyone can flat out declare that.

Why? Because people are still finite beings. *smirk* No matter how secure you are with your own visions and theories, they will always be stashed aside one time or another thereby sending you back to the proverbial drawing board. (The cliches making you cringe yet?) This is where the grave importance of faith to propel one's patience comes in.

We all have seen how one's faith allows him or her to give other people another chance. Faith allows you to push yourself further just when you think you can't follow through one more second.

It counts most when you've tried everything you know and yet you still can't break the code.

Faith is a personal resolution, not a George Michael royalty check.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

RIGHT BRAIN ::: When Dust Settles

I'm sorry I have this affinity for the melodramatic even when it's completely unnecessary. Ah well. At least, I haven't descended to Michael Bay abyss yet.

The past two weeks have been quite busy for me but it's not as if I've been doing things non-stop for 14 days. Just that today is my first real day off since July 1 and I'm relishing it. Funny thing is I've never had my time demanded this much by work before -- not even back when I worked at them call centers. Now those guys really love to maximize the workforce.

But it's alright. I thank God for preserving my health and safety for this crucial week. Especially on those early morning trips home when I'm dozing off in the jeepney yet I never missed my drop zone.

Spent the afternoon sleeping -- two long naps to be exact. I wish I had it straight but Wicca is a stupid idiot who wouldn't quit playing guitar. Anyway, I haven't done that (took long naps) in years and now I'm thinking I should do that more regularly. But we know that won't happen any time soon.

I'm getting ready to take a whole week off most likely in time for Mama's birthday and when Mark flies back from Jeddah. Really looking forward to that. Mostly because I'm losing funds faster than I can count!

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

RIGHT BRAIN ::: Much As You Can Chew

We uzified the MTV VJ Hunt Finals at the Mall of Asia last week and let me tell you it was painful to watch. What a bunch of nervous wrecks! Wow. That just tells me whatever amount of chutzpah got them to audition in the first place quickly dissolved when they stepped in front of a live audience. So I guess that means no Pinoy version of TRL for now.

I wasn't rooting for anyone at all since my mission was purely to scope the audience. But truth be told, watching a wannabe VJ's hard sell is not for the fainthearted. Ain't that right, Brent Javier? I bet he wished he was havin' a sippy sippy at Embassy instead.

I'm coolAnyhow, Sib, former JackTV looney tune and two other girls got the job. (I still think he looks like that Tolits kid from the Surf detergent commercials.) His posse were the loudest. It's high time they took in someone who spoke straight Tagalog on his own! MTV needs a makeover really bad.

Tado did a little interview spot for each of the wannabes which, again, got me wondering why this dude still isn't part of the channel. He obviously fits the target demographic and I hope Francis Lumen, smoking in the back, made note of it.

The next day, Saturday, we were down in Binondo looking for a specific noodle place. It was "a referral". We had no idea what its name and location were so we probably spent some 15 minutes walking around searching. Finally, we decided to chuck the la mien search and settled for this nondescript place with the AC humming. It was humid and we were hungry. 'Nuff said.

Later on, I dropped by the Baywalk fountain area (Plaza Raha Sulayman) to catch a whiff of Fete de la Musique. I did that pretty much on a whim (which is how I get most things done anyway) because I learned that The Dawn and Orange and Lemons were playing.

I got there a few minutes to 8 just as Up Dharma Down were finishing their set. I thought they sounded impeccably tight which got me feeling bummed for not showing up earlier.

They were followed by Slapshock. Although I'm not a fan of their music, their energy was infectious. As soon as their vocalist got on the mic, about a hundred emo kids came rushing in from all directions to the foot of the stage to form the obligatory moshpit. It was really funny because just a few moments prior, they were sitting in groups beyond the railing smoking and talking BS.

It got rowdy as expected and soon enough, as I was standing near the soundbooth, this scrawny kid, about 12 or 13, was wobbling out of the crowd with the side of his head all bloodied. There wasn't any fight going on in there so my guess was he was one of those being hoisted on the shoulders earlier and fell. Peace tayo, indeed.

The Dawn came next. I saw Buddy Zabala go up first and looked for Francis Reyes. There were so many guys setting up the equipment I hardly recognized him with his black Les Paul. Or at least I think it was that.

They played three songs and I was hoping they'd play 'Tulad ng Dati'. Not this time.

I couldn't help noticing how restrained Jett Pangan was. He seemed too avuncular for a frontman. I guess that's just his style but it was all too conspicuous especially because he followed the monkey boy who sang for Slapshock. "Peash tayo!"

Then Sunday rolled around and it was another soaking pista done Old Bottle Cap style. (Reprezenin! *snort*) Whoever started this tradition must have been a real crackhead.

Like most places with San Juan Bautista as their patron saint, my neighborhood awoke expecting to get splashed at some part of the day. But we're not the type to cause any trouble with the namimiesta so we kept the hosing within family members. Still pretty extensive.

The highlight of this tradition--the thing that draws T.L. yokels hightailing it back--is, of course, the parada. I describe it as a religious ritual with elements of the Love Parade minus the hedonistic dogma.

This parade was like "signs of the times" back when we were kids. You could tell what year it was just from checking out which characters the paraders came as. The Golden Buddha, the Bleeding Virgin Mary, Darth Maul--they've all been seen in this shiznit. This year's wasn't all that, unfortunately. Probably had a measly prize. Oh well, they will tread again next year.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

RIGHT BRAIN ::: Shortage

Here's the Friendster reading for today:
Pisces

The Bottom Line

Be careful about whom you open up to. Do you really know who you are dealing with?


Who writes these things?! Come on, what can you tell me that I haven't already been chastised about?

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

WHIMSY ::: No Alterna-muffin

I'm cool
"If your thing is to bring me down, cool. I'll just work harder."

Admittedly, I'm not much of a fan of her songs (there are a couple that I think are worthy) so I'm probably the last to realize just how cool this girl is.

Mad props to you, Ms. Clarkson.

AP/CNN article

Monday, June 11, 2007

TPI ::: The 00s So Far

I managed to put together a few photos of the TPI in various stages of tomfoolery. They're poignant reminders of just how much we've grown up. I dare anyone mention weight! LOL Really now, are you guys serious? It's crazy stuff but whatever...bring on the munchies. Yeah!

To those who don't know, TPI (or Tropang Puyat International) is what my cousins and I call our gang. Corny as it may sound to some, there really isn't any other name that would best describe us.

The photos are here in slideshow mode.

Thursday, June 07, 2007

RIGHT BRAIN ::: A Jungian Check

Oprah had Gary Zukav on and much as I had wanted to change the channel, I could not find the energy to grab the remote.

Some dude mentioned Type A personalities so I wanted to find out about that buzz word. I don't remember learning about it in Intro to Psych back when I was in pre-PT. Shows you how far I got. Anyway, I took a Myers-Briggs® test and it labeled me as an ISFP personality type. So?

The following (from http://www.personalitypage.com/ISFP.html) explains it further but, personally, the word malcontent should sum it all up pretty nicely. Brevity is good.

Read on.


Portrait of an ISFP - Introverted Sensing Feeling Perceiving
(Introverted Feeling with Extraverted Sensing)


ISFPs live in the world of sensation possibilities. They are keenly in tune with the way things look, taste, sound, feel and smell. They have a strong aesthetic appreciation for art, and are likely to be artists in some form, because they are unusually gifted at creating and composing things which will strongly affect the senses. They have a strong set of values, which they strive to consistently meet in their lives. They need to feel as if they're living their lives in accordance with what they feel is right, and will rebel against anything which conflicts with that goal. They're likely to choose jobs and careers which allow them the freedom of working towards the realization of their value-oriented personal goals.

ISFPs tend to be quiet and reserved, and difficult to get to know well. They hold back their ideas and opinions except from those who they are closest to. They are likely to be kind, gentle and sensitive in their dealings with others. They are interested in contributing to people's sense of well-being and happiness, and will put a great deal of effort and energy into tasks which they believe in.

ISFPs have a strong affinity for aesthetics and beauty. They're likely to be animal lovers, and to have a true appreciation for the beauties of nature. They're original and independent, and need to have personal space. They value people who take the time to understand the ISFP, and who support the ISFP in pursuing their goals in their own, unique way. People who don't know them well may see their unique way of life as a sign of carefree light-heartedness, but the ISFP actually takes life very seriously, constantly gathering specific information and shifting it through their value systems, in search for clarification and underlying meaning.

ISFPs are action-oriented individuals. They are "doers", and are usually uncomfortable with theorizing concepts and ideas, unless they see a practical application. They learn best in a "hands-on" environment, and consequently may become easily bored with the traditional teaching methods, which emphasize abstract thinking. They do not like impersonal analysis, and are uncomfortable with the idea of making decisions based strictly on logic. Their strong value systems demand that decisions are evaluated against their subjective beliefs, rather than against some objective rules or laws.

ISFPs are extremely perceptive and aware of others. They constantly gather specific information about people, and seek to discover what it means. They are usually penetratingly accurate in their perceptions of others.

ISFPs are warm and sympathetic. They genuinely care about people, and are strongly service-oriented in their desire to please. They have an unusually deep well of caring for those who are close to them, and are likely to show their love through actions, rather than words.

ISFPs have no desire to lead or control others, just as they have no desire to be led or controlled by others. They need space and time alone to evaluate the circumstances of their life against their value system, and are likely to respect other people's needs for the same.

The ISFP is likely to not give themself enough credit for the things which they do extremely well. Their strong value systems can lead them to be intensely perfectionist, and cause them to judge themselves with unneccesary harshness.

The ISFP has many special gifts for the world, especially in the areas of creating artistic sensation, and selflessly serving others. Life is not likely to be extremely easy for the ISFP, because they take life so seriously, but they have the tools to make their lives and the lives of those close to them richly rewarding experiences.

*aherm*

OK, I'd say 99% of this is accurate as far as I'm concerned but I'd like to pick out the analyzing-theorizing part. I mean I thrive on that. In fact, I do that a lot as long as I'm not figuring out abstract math riddles. (Yes, I'm talking about you, you dweeb!)

This post is multi-directional.

"The more you know..."

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

TPI ::: For Irene.

It's almost time for Rin to go back to the States yet I haven't posted relevant updates. TSK @ me.

Here's what I've captured from my end:

Our escape to Tagaytay, 31 May, around 9:30 in the evening. Ask Rin about that when she gets back. Hehe!




Monday, June 04, 2007

U2 ::: Vegas Strip Kings

It's not an easy thing to realize that Bono is younger than I am now in this video. Heck, all of them are!

If I were in Vegas when they shot this 20 years ago, I'd be 9 and not give a monkey's who they were. Matter of fact, my mother would have me stay away from them because they were obviously drunken hooligans. "He just kissed some strange woman off the street. tsk!"

Bono looks great though. This is easily one of my favorites.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

TPI ::: Anyone Else Flying In?

This is for Irene.

Because you've already spoken to your mom and your sister a couple days ago when they got here, there's no need to tell about the who, how, what, why, and where. I'll just share with you some photos 'cause I know you won't mind. =)


There's a lot more to come so watch this space. Hehe!

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

RIGHT BRAIN ::: Goodbye Songs

They never get old. You pull 'em out of oblivion once in a while and they have the same effect. The one I have for you now is called 'Taken' from Plumb's Beautiful Lumps of Coal album which came out four years ago.

I've actually met Plumb and she's funny. Loved her faint Georgia drawl, too.

Now, I'm gonna pass up posting the lyrics this time. I annoy even myself with it. But the song is right here for you freeloaders.

Saturday, May 19, 2007

TPI ::: For my cousins.

Guys, I finally spoke with Val this afternoon. He flew in last night and couldn't find his way out of NAIA for an hour and a half. Uncle Boy had to go in and get him because there were no clear signs telling passengers where to go next after they disembark. This was Val's first international flight out of Sea-Tac and thanks to our non-user-friendly airport personnel, the guy had to struggle with getting information. Or was Val just not paying attention?

Q talked to Val first in the morning and then Wicca later at noon. He's still the same, they both said. Matipid sa salita and reacts just like when he was last here some six years ago.

Joey, he said you live far and couldn't we just call and tell you to come over. Ano masasabi mo?

He had been drinking SMB pale and smoking. I asked him why he wasn't having San Mig Light instead and apparently he didn't know about it. He's jetlagged for sure and the intense humidity wasn't helping him any. When I left him he said he was going to get some sleep or try to.

Vinz's wedding got moved to next month, June 16th. Rin, yes, we'll be at the fiesta thingy Ate Ningning is throwing on the 26th. Where else would we be but in the joint where there's free food?

Thursday, May 10, 2007

RIGHT BRAIN ::: Hey, baby!

Godric, my first nephew ever (don't wear it out), was born May 8, 2007 at 3:40 pm. He is currently getting ready to move in with his parents but is also open to being the next Jolie-Pitt.

Not to forget, happy 30th Anniversary to my Mama and Dada. Thirty more? 'Wag naaa. Kidding. Love you guys!

Happy birthday to Bono.
So he got bumped off the Time 100 to make way for John Mayer's enormous fro. S'all good. Bono's still the man and John Mayer's still inept.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

RIGHT BRAIN ::: Madonna's Atonement

One of the few Maddie songs I'll be caught dead playing, too.

This* is going out to my, our, Ninang Puring, whose generosity transcended convention.
SAY GOODBYE
NOT KNOWING WHEN
THE TRUTH IN MY WHOLE LIFE BEGAN
SAY GOODBYE
NOT KNOWING HOW TO CRY
YOU TAUGHT ME THAT

AND I'LL REMEMBER
THE STRENGTH THAT YOU GAVE ME
NOW THAT I'M STANDING ON MY OWN
I'LL REMEMBER
THE WAY THAT YOU SAVED ME
I'LL REMEMBER

INSIDE I WAS A CHILD
THAT COULD NOT MEND A BROKEN WING
OUTSIDE I LOOKED FOR A WAY
TO TEACH MY HEART TO SING

AND I'LL REMEMBER
THE LOVE THAT YOU GAVE ME
NOW THAT I'M STANDING ON MY OWN
I'LL REMEMBER
THE WAY THAT YOU CHANGED ME
I'LL REMEMBER

I LEARNED
TO LET GO
OF THE ILLUSION
THAT WE CAN POSSESS
I LEARNED TO LET GO
I TRAVEL IN STILLNESS
I'LL REMEMBER HAPPINESS
I'LL REMEMBER

AND I'LL REMEMBER
THE LOVE THAT YOU GAVE ME
NOW THAT I'M STANDING ON MY OWN
I'LL REMEMBER
THE WAY THAT YOU CHANGED ME
I'LL REMEMBER

NOW I'LL NEVER BE AFRAID TO CRY
NOW I FINALLY HAVE THE REASON WHY
I'LL REMEMBER
*You may get it here along with some other recent acquisitions.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

U2 ::: Just a Couple of Things

Bono on the TIME 100 list. Undeniably, two previous appearances should be enough to land him a third.

I was just there smirking at the Top 5 Most Influential. Not gonna say anything about that.(Mmust...shut...trappp!) Anyway, his average rating is still 90 even though I gave him a hundred. But he's doing pretty good. Plus, his big noggin's on American Idle this week so that should send a substantial percentage of vote-crazy US to drag-and-click here.

So tell me again why Rain is #2?

Friday, April 20, 2007

RIGHT BRAIN ::: Act Together

Child, do not be weary with the troubles of this world. I have overcome.
Are you listening? Are you getting this? Maybe you've been going too fast.

Easy pleasy.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

RIGHT BRAIN ::: Insanely

Come on! Seriously, what other reason could I possibly need?

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

U2 ::: John Frusciante's Don't Cut It



I bust my gut on this one. Props to Wicca for bringing it up.

Saturday, April 07, 2007

RIGHT BRAIN ::: Sounds Like a Plan

The following is off JessicaRulestheUniverse.com:
Hala, sige! Lumayas kayong lahat at magsiksikan kayo sa Boracay! At huwag na kayong babalik! I love Manila when it’s empty. No traffic, no noise (manageable levels of pasyon sung to the tune of Boom Tarat), cleaner air. I make this suggestion every year at Lent; no one ever listens to me, but I’ll say it again: Let’s barricade Metropolitan Manila so everyone who went on vacation can’t return to clog it! If they want to come in, they have to present a Manila visa. Which doesn’t exist so they’re barred forever nyahahaha!

Thursday, April 05, 2007

RIGHT BRAIN ::: Maundy Moored (Stupidest Title Ever)

From www.st-michaels-buffalo.org/Definitions.htm via Google:
Maundy is from a Latin word meaning "Mandate" or Commandment. It reminds us that on the Thursday before Jesus Christ was crucified he instituted the Holy Communion at the Last Supper. At that Supper he commanded his disciples to continue with this celebration of Holy Communion as a way of remembering what his death accomplished. He also commanded his disciples to serve others by using the image of the washing of the feet of his disciples.
It's a five-day weekend. While there aren't any 'Maundies' in our house as to how we should carry out this Holy day, the extreme heat and boredom compels me to do something, anything, just to make it to bedtime. Since I'm neither pagan nor one who considers herself Catholic, I cannot (by default) follow or shun a structured set of activities.

NB: I highly appreciate the break. I thank everyone responsible for giving me five glorious days away from the office and its persnickety droids. Wa-hooey!

As early as Monday, I've been asking around for what stuff the remaining (!) Tropang Puyat® are going to be busy with. Everyone was drawing a blank. Obviously, things would have been different if Eloi were around. I mean we probably could have worked something out even if we play it by ear. For as long as the "leader" was up and about, there was some semblance of a plan. That's not to say I don't take any initiative. I do, except I tend to lose interest pretty quickly.

Anyway, I'm glad I went over to Lola Alice's to check on the Dee family and the under-four-feet posse. Turns out they will be heading out tonight for their visita iglesia. I was also told that since each year, they've mostly circled around etivac, it would be interesting to take it to Manila and see the old citaay! Now, I'm feeling the love. Don't it take so little? So very little.

We should be hitting the highway around 7 o'grady.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

RIGHT BRAIN ::: Treading in Coherence

When I first saw Savage Garden's first music video I Want You, it was a five-second clip from a CNN segment on the Billboard top 10 singles that week and I fell hard for it. The song was not like anything I'd heard before. It was rock, synth-pop, and dance...and it worked.

They released their second album and I thought they were incredibly gifted musicians. And then they split up. The singer went on his own and released some respectable tracks. One made its way to my subconscious.

When Ninang Puring died, I was in a wallowing and questioning phase I guess you would call it. It's probably the most self-indulgent I've ever been--save my cake and cookies--and would cry over every other sad song that caught my ear. Dublin Sky was that one song I played over and over and over again even if it spoke nowhere near my lamentations. So in honor of Saint Paddy's, here are the sob-worthy lyrics to go over that sad situation one more time. Hey, you know who you are.

I've been down a lonely street tonight
And I don't know what's wrong with me
I don't know what's wrong with me
The clouds cover up the Dublin sky
I don't know what's left of me
I don't know what's right with me
And I've tried to keep my distance
And I've sung Amazing Grace
I've tarnished all our memories
But there'll always be a trace of you
Of you

I remember laughing on that river's edge
Trying to get you to jump with me
Trying to get you to fall for me
And your trembling heart it beat so fast
Holdings hands you promised me
Holding hands we counted to three
And I felt your slipping fingers
And I saw you change your mind
If I hadn't dragged you in with me
You would have let me dive without you
Without you

They sent you all the way from Hollywood
And maybe that Dublin sky was changing you
It put diamonds in your eyes
I always thought we were going to make it through
But I wanted to hear it first from you

How many days am I going to regret you?
How many nights till I forget you?
Have I been wasting all those years?
Held down by these tears?
How many dreams have I left deserted?
How many hopes have been diverted?
Have I been buried in the dirt?
Held down by this hurt?

How many loads did I let you hijack?
How many ways can I stand here in playback?
How did I end up lying here
Crying underneath the Dublin sky?

How many days am I going to regret you?
How many nights till I forget you?
Have I been wasting all these years?
Drowning in my tears?

How many nights am I going to regret you?
How many days till I forget you?
Have I been wasting all these years?
Drowning in my tears?

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

RIGHT BRAIN ::: One Step Closer

Thank you to all who wished me 'happy birthday' yesterday by greeting me in person, calling, text messages, and through the Y!M.

Adam, I hear, is somewhat still hurting while Donald Duck is producing a reality show to find the next Disney World ride.

Grazie, Mama, puor di spagete.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

RIGHT BRAIN ::: Satori Offered

My horoscope for the birthday:
Your friends gravitate toward you. They don't need anything; they only want to be near you. Tonight could feature an entertaining emergency. A simple recipe can get you out of a bind.
Truth is I don't believe this stuff...until after.

Saturday, March 10, 2007

RIGHT BRAIN ::: Scar(R)ed Enough Yet?

I'll tell you one thing, folks.

necessity
is unfair but dang Good for a curtain call with the audience on its feet.

There's no denying it. It's time to get off the theme park and strut onto the circus.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

It All Unravels This Month



So it's March. It's my month, Adam Clayton's, Donald Duck's, and St. Patrick's. Could there be any better group? Don't answer that.

By the way, the new MTV Philippines? I like it. So far. Caught the new VJs, too. They're actually entertaining to watch and I like how they're unassuming yet articulate and receptive. Dunno about Maggie Wilson though. We'll see. Right now, I'm feeling Anne Curtis could go regional. I think she can. Do you?

Thursday, March 01, 2007

FLAK ::: Left and Right Both Bent

Letterman had a big guy on the show talking about "see-pack tick-rah" last night. I realized later he was Jeff MacGregor from Sports Illustrated. Anyway, he was describing some of the games at the Doha Asiad which he apparently found silly. I mean the man didn't straight out say it but you can tell he was ridiculing what he wasn't used to.

Dave remained polite despite being Dave. You'd think he'd jump in on the mockery but I thought he was pretty cautious and saw how MacGregor was making a fool of himself. Also, MacGregor has a very bad hearing problem because after two weeks, he still couldn't say Sepak Takraw right. Or maybe he just didn't want to.

Then I find this article by Ben Shapiro scoffing at MacGregor's flightiness and was surprised to see a dismissal of Bono's eloquence. How original.

The sports press plays this same tune every four years, with the advent of the World Cup. ESPN ran an ad during the 2006 World Cup in which U2's Bono gravely informed the audience: "It's a simple thing. Just a ball and a goal. But once every four years that simple thing drastically changes the world. It closes the schools, closes the shops, closes the city, stops a war. A simple ball fuels the passion and pride of nations, gives people everywhere something to hope for, gives countries respect where respect is in short supply and achieves more than the politicians ever could. Once every four years a ball does the impossible."

This, of course, is nonsense.
Soccer, like anything else, can be the basis for politics -- common interest is a valuable political tool. But soccer is not all that important a common interest. No long-lasting peace between two deeply divided groups will ever be built around soccer.
He writes for The Conservative Voice. They can't be all that myopic. Really.

Read the corresponding pieces here:

Saturday, February 24, 2007

U2 ::: Watch More TV

At midnight last night, MYX began airing nothing but U2 programs and music videos (and will do so until midnight tonight) in what they've dubbed as U2 24. Naturally, I've been a lazy arse blob in front of the TV since 8 am. I'd like to say that getting to see the band, and Bono's face, mature throughout the years, video after video is worth hearing "bone-know" said over and again but thank you, still, to the genius behind the mute button.

Besides music videos, they've also aired the Vertigo Milan show (mini version), ZOO TV Sydney (also mini), and (surprise!) 'A Day In The Life of The Edge' in full. For some reason, they don't have the vid for Who's Gonna Ride... which is a shame because it's one of the current favorites.

C's latest post talks about some nut raising hell over U2 marketing. Well, boy, you don't know half of it and I, for one, thank MCA Music for pulling strings to get this program on the air. Next time, I'd like some interviews dug from the early 80s and won't mind them being in "moan-know".

Monday, February 19, 2007

FLAK ::: MJ's Residency Lapses

As The Onion welcomes the New King of Pop (really), we strain to hear the sheep shuffling to get new fake tattoos. Streeeeetch your air time a little longer, kids.

Friday, February 16, 2007

Did Someone Say Justified?

Anne L. from MTV Philippines called me on the cell yesterday to deliver good news: my Mobbed prizes were ready for pick-up. She was a pleasant phone pal, might I add. Although I maintained coolness, I could have dashed there and then to get 'em but I didn't want to show up like a turd in my work uniform. So today I went down there (MTV at The Fort) on my lunch break. I was anxious, too, as I always am when I have a small window of time to do something.

My taxi took an hour to get to MTV from my workplace in Malate (thanks to that jammed Buendia traffic) but, thankfully, the people who met me gave me no problems. They checked my ID, had me sign a claim sheet and I was off. The guard even had me inspect the Motorola headphones and commented that it was pretty neat. I said nothing as I was more concerned about the other prize.

On my way back, I had the headphones to my side and a brown Manila envelope on my lap. Inside it was the "U2 cd" mentioned on the claim sheet. I peeled the tape, opened the flap and was blown away. They could not have given me a better gift for Valentines, not that I obsess over that occasion. It was the one thing I've been wanting to get but can't because it's not locally available, the U2 18 Singles superdeluxenoneofyourfriendshaveit uber limited edition CD-DVD. Yes, the one with the Vertigo '05 Milan concert!! Yyyeaahhh!!

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

U2 ::: Unbecoming MTV

Quickly now.

On Feb 19, 8 PM, MTV Asia will air the hour-long (disappointment of the year, I know) U2 'Vertigo 2005 Live In Milan'. It's the same thing they screened at Greenbelt last month but less grainy.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Still Hoping It'll Happen Today


I've yet to receive--or even be contacted by MTV Phils about claiming--my Mobbed prizes. It's not like there's anything I can do about it anyway. Waiting is what it's all about so "we keep on waiting (waiting), waiting on the world to change".

Did you guys watch the Grammys? I think the best performances came from John Legend and Mary J. Blige. I loved Lionel Ritchie singing "Hello", one of my favorite songs of his. Meanwhile, Christina Aguilera will never stop oversinging and Justin Timberlake can't stop trying to prove himself. Pity.

I'm glad for the Dixie Chicks. I'm glad for everyone who speaks up against what they believe is wrong. Kids, don't just agree to everything shoved down your throat. Don't depend on media to tell you what to like and to buy! They're selling to you and they're paid to do that. Guess what? They don't always have your best interest in mind! In fact, they have their own interests to look after. Never forget the late 90s.

Friday, February 02, 2007

U2 ::: Jesus Boys Grow Up

From yesterday's atu2.com update.

I never knew U2 had caught the attention of the starched up CCM industry early in their career. This feature article from '82 mentions Larry and Edge's backstage bible study and has Bono crushing the Big Bang.


“I can’t accept a belief that I just came out of gas, you know? That we as a race just exploded into existence—I can’t believe that, and I don’t think others can, really. Deep down, everybody is aware.”

Yes, I am aware and no, I can never believe you came from gas. Gas, Bono, dissipates but you're in the papers every week.

Those atU2 moles are great but could they possibly dig up some new details on that IMAX film? By the way, this bit(e) on the Red lobster from a couple of Bloomberg muckrakers isn't on their news list. Tall puppy syndrome, is it?

The article was picked up by Business Mirror and now I want to share how I discovered it. You have my leave to stop reading now and go back to your email.

We had a small party at work today and they lined the tables with newspapers. You know, for food and other messy stuff. I'm there dumping food on my plate when I see Bono's face soaking in soda. I checked the date and it was from two days ago, meaning we still had extras lying around. I later secured an unspoiled copy and realized Bono made the front page headline complete with a lengthy full-page article about his not-so-altruistic business practices vis a vis his lobbying activities. I was like "What is this? Are they serious?" That's not really news to any U2 watcher but these two fellas think they're mavericks.

BonoBM1BonoBM2


* * *
Recently, my brother pointed out to me how "beautiful" the melody for the coda (is that what you call 'em?) in Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses is. I agree and become outraged that this band isn't a school subject yet. Anyway, as he kept playing it on the guitar, I notice the lyrics go:


Don't turn around, don't turn around again
Don't turn around, your gypsy heart
Don't turn around, don't turn around again
Don't turn around, and don't look back
Come on now love, don't you look back


I got to wondering if this isn't another biblical reference like in Until The End Of The World. Y'know, same sessions, same vibe, same album. My guess is Bono's talking about Lot's wife, the poor woman with the stiff neck.

Feb-ulous!

I'm glad to report that Marissa Loh from MTV has confirmed that my loot is en route! The loot is en route! Yeah, she'll be passing the Motorola Bluetooth DJ headphones and my ultra special edition U2 18 singles cd. Alright, Marissa! Wooh!

Thursday, January 25, 2007

U2 ::: Italian Cinema

By now, the World Economic Forum annual meet in Davos should replace Sir Elton's post-Oscar ball as the celebrity party to bum-rush. The President herself is en route and will be speaking at one of the meetings, according to the Bulletin.

Arroyo has attended this conference and spoken with Bono more than once. I'm pretty sure they'll cross paths again this time and I'd really appreciate it if she could take him back with her. Why not? They've got room in the plane and the wine is free-flowing, ain't it? Incidentally, about five years ago, Arroyo shared the stage with Bono and Bill Gates at the WEF in New York City. That alone makes up for coming up negative in the surveys any time, don't you think?

Rattle and Hum 2MCA Music will screen U2's Milan Vertigo Tour concert at the Greenbelt 3 Cinema 1 next Tuesday, January 30th. I only found out about this when I got in this morning and started browsing the papers. Apparently, PulsePH is also giving away passes.

Yeah, I know, it's nowhere near being at the actual show but I've read much about the European leg having a more grandiose feel than the first one. I am hoping. however, that the size of the place won't have Bono gasping "help me" in the middle of a song. Note that this will be the entire Milan concert, not just the live videos included in the 18 Singles limited edition bonus DVD. U2Tours.com has this complete setlist:

Main Set: Vertigo, I Will Follow, The Electric Co., Elevation, New Year's Day, Beautiful Day, I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For, All I Want Is You, City of Blinding Lights, Miracle Drug, Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own, Love and Peace or Else, Sunday Bloody Sunday, Bullet the Blue Sky, Miss Sarajevo, Pride, Where the Streets Have No Name, One

Encore(s): Zoo Station, The Fly, With or Without You, Original of the Species, All Because of You, Yahweh, Vertigo

black goldThe only way to get in is to win passes from a contest at the one radio station I don't have any drones in. But no worries, as of this writing, I scored two of these precious invites and will be picking them up in the next couple of days.

Weekend after next is RODCON 2007. You can get two-day and one-day passes at cheaper rates 'til the end of the month at Powerbooks. They will cost more come Feb 1.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Where are the prizes?


OK. Obviously, I've been busy the past couple of weeks and that's good because I've got stuff accomplished and in the bag. But where's my loot, MTV? A couple months back you tell me I won topic of the week and I get a cd. Well, guess what? No word from y'all on when that'll get here, if at all. Then last week I get an saying congratulations for being December's best blog. I went ahead with the info you requested and still nothing. What am I supposed to think?

Hey, Fiz. What did you do to get your goodies so fast?

Thursday, January 04, 2007

Switchin to High Gear


It's my first post for '07, people! How merry was your Christmas? Mine was meritocatic! ("Look at the Philippines", he says again. Geez!) Granted, our large family has slimmed down a bit this year, down to the bare essentials, actually. What with my sister abroad and my brother at work. But that has never been an issue for us. We partaay whenever and however. Just as long as you got food and singing. Ain't that how it is with all Pinoy gatherings. Music is our wine!

So, anyway, at the moment, I'm planning for a change of atmosphere which I hope will materialize within Q1. I don't know how good I am at surveying before I jump into totally new terrain but I want this bad enough, I figured I'll get by.


I KNOW that last paragraph just didn't make any sense at all. Just bear with me this one time, I'll reveal things when it's within grasp.

That will be all for now. By the way, I got POP Inc back on TV. Weird.