the new banterweight.

Not another drunken night

Ok. so maybe it was. And since the whole country is a champion in settling for mediocrity, so will I. Assigned an ad project in a newly established mangrove for organic veggies. Boring. Maybe i should stop blogging because nothing in my life is postworthy.

Crazy Night

Yesterday, after another meeting that never was @ golden cane, my cuz and i decided to let our frustrations loose @ halfway. Kuya Kri was at his fashion best with his gucci sneaks, a preppy vest and folded pants. Haha. It was crazy. True to our saturday ritual, we first went to our favorite watering hole, Curved, before unleashing hell at Halfway. About 5 of my hs classmates were also there, some with their wives, and some, to terrorize the joint (more of this later). After hearing "la puta la gasolina" yet again, my cousin and i agreed it was going to be a looong night. And it was. We arrived there at about 12 and by 1, we were already putting our feet atop the tables (boredom, not intoxication). Kuya Kris' gym buddy, who was also the DJ, was the only one who played decent music. And just for the record, it was the first time i ever heard Michael Jackson's another one bites the dust getting play-time at a club. Fuckers. and also, for yet another record, they didn't run out of ashtrays for us this time, since the place is always packed. By the time firefly started playing, we were on our toes, and we never stopped from there even when there already was a huge fight, thrown by the former buskos. I think i burned the rubber on my sneaks. Well. All in all it was really a crazy night on the town.

The meeting that never was

11:30 am - Kuya Kris' ass-sistant calls me to say that we will have a meeting with FGP and designer Cesar Gaupo at the Golden Shell Office .

2:30 pm - Driver and Kuya Freddy from research & design arrive.

3:00 pm - off to Manila.

4:30 pm - re-routed at Quiapo. Driver don't know where to go, so we ended up at freakin Divisoria.

5:00 pm - FGP calls, saying that the meeting was over and that we should head to Savarin.

6:30 pm - We arrive @ Savarin, and FGP says that the meeting is now @ 6750 in Ayala. We realize shortly thereafter that the chevy was still banned on the streets due to coding.

7:00 pm - Kuya Kris and I eat at Savarin then FGP says that the meeting is canceled altogether but she needs the driver.

about 7:45 pm - I had to drive all the way to Pampanga. Fuck.

9:00 pm - We arrive home.

9:30 pm - had coffee at Beatico.

11:00 pm - bedrest, I felt like I was coming down with something, like fever.

There goes another unproductive day.

Of Solitude

Solitude is the perfect irony. From the rigorous everyday routine, your solitude would be to draw yourself a hot bath or just be solitary. Then comes the paradox. Of being forced to solitude. Which is not solitude at all. A state when things are so peaceful you want to bang your precious head against a wall, just to make things slightly different. Consumed in this arduously facile state, I ramble into the depths of my brain and find homonymous occlusions preventing me from reaching a state from within the state of solitude. To put it in laymen's terms, i'm simply fucked. Does anyone know how to help me through this predicament? It's been so long since I felt normal, and the past 6 months have already passed since then and I'm ashamed to admit that I don't even know what normal is anymore.

Make My Day

Make My Day

This afternoon my dear friend sent me a message that someone she would rather not prefer to be affiliated with just raised hell on my layout. I checked it right away then wondered why someone in the right mind would start a vendetta against someone's blog when clearly, it doesn't concern this specific person? What the hell. Maybe it was boredom or personal angst or maybe it was just angst shifted from a failed relationship, i could assume. I don't see the connection. Clearly, I should not be involved. So why waste my time? And why does he waste his? It's not as i'm competing with him in some web crap anyway plus, this is my personal space and no nitwit can tell me how it should or shouldn't look. Mind your own business and I'll take care of mine alright? Now everyone's happy.

The 25 of 2005

FOOD

Official 2005 Food - Homemade Pizza



Official 2005 Chip - Lay's Sour Cream & Onion



LOCATION

Official 2005 Club - Sax/Halfway (it's a tie)



Official 2005 Watering Hole - Curved

Official 2005 Coffeeshop - Beatico

Official 2005 Shot Venue - our Garage



Official 2005 Sweat Local – Smash Power Badminton Club



DRINKS/VICES

Official 2005 Cocktail - Kremlin Sunset


Official 2005 Beer - Red Horse


Official 2005 Cigarette - Marlboro Lights Gold



MUSIC

Official 2005 Club Anthem - Stonebridge - "Put 'em High"


Official 2005 Song - Coldplay - "The Hardest Part"

Official 2005 CD - X&Y


GADGETS/ENTERTAINMENT

Official 2005 Phone - K700i (Kuya Mark, Me, Kuya Kris, and Emond, too much of a coincidence)


Official 2005 Gadget - Nikon f55/Canon 350D



Official 2005 Game - NFS Most Wanted


Official 2005 Movie - Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo


Official 2005 Book - Dan Brown - Da Vinci Code


Official 2005 TV Show - Pinoy Big Brother



EVENTS

Official 2005 Event - "Facilitation Period"

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MISCELLANEOUS

OBSESSION OF THE YEAR
PC Parts


2005 ENDER
Glowstick Party



QUOTE OF THE YEAR
“well…”

HOBBY OF THE YEAR
Photography

FREAKY PERSON OF THE YEAR
Prudencio "Ding" Sebastian