Snap!

Hihihihi.. I guess it's who i am - I snap once in a while. Like totally. That's why i had to delete my previous blog. It's my way of taking responsibility. You know, when you get so emo sometimes, your mind clogs like your stuffy nose. Hihihihi, super sorry. Girl thang :)

Shoe Away

I had to go back to Glorietta a couple of days after i purchased an expensive pair of sandals (Tatami by Birkenstock), only to return them. Not only did i get my feet sore but i got them bruised after two days of walking! And so, when i went back to the store, they didn't want them returned for the lady said they would not accept used items. But how will i know if the quality's good (in this case it was terrible) without using them myself for at least two days?? Hello?? I told the lady i was willing to buy another pair (of course a different one) just so long as i get to return the terrible pair. She said i'll have to come back for it after she has asked for her boss' approval.

I don't mind using "tiis-ganda" (can't fiind an english translation) shoes. Really, i don't. I just want my shoes to look pretty all the time. Hah. Because i've got ugly, veiny feet. But, this specific pair is exceptional! I hope the lady would understand. Or else, i'd get my feet uglier than ever. Not nice.

Hippie Relived

A hard core hippie. Right at the center of SoHo..?

I wonder why people nowadays label someone bumming around, living as a certified couch potato a modern-day "hippie". I wonder how one can automaticaly identify a hopeless, directionless loser as "living like a hippie". I wonder why people used to think that back in the sixties and early seventies, the young generation didn't care about anything but love, peace, sex, and drugs. I have not the faintest idea.

But has anyone wondered how the sixties have shaped our minds, culture, today? Has anyone ever thought about how the sixties brought upon the voice of the youth like never before? Has anyone thought about how the geniuses of these artists, musicians, fashion icons, etc. revolutionized the industry by using their craft to convey what needs to be brought to light? Hmm..

There are tons to talk about. And the hippiedom is such a rich (though perplex) culture that people are making a mistake of overlooking this mark in history. There's Bob Dylan. There's the Woodstock. There's Mary Quant. There's Peter Max. And if go on with the names, my site might run out of memory (if this really happens in the cyber world, how ignorant of me).

That's why when i say i appreciate my dad as a genuine hippie, i revere him being as such. And i believe how he has acquired much a height of sophistication shall be accounted to his youthful days back in the sixties.

Sound Check, Puhhleeaze!

Finally, i've seen Up Dharma Down perform at an intimate audience. We were strolling around some place in Makati when we came accross a directonal poster to a cafe. It came with their gig schedule and with no second thoughts we decided to see my fave band. And so we went right ahead, made a reservation though we figured Up Dharma won't play until around 12midnight. We did some more strolling. We waited. Patiently.

After getting more veins popping out my root crop feet after a night of walking, we decided to head back the cafe and get our reserved seats at 9:30pm. We kept ordering food (those which were not at all good for our bodies), we talked almost about everything already, when finally, two front acts started playing one after another.

Then Up Dharma Down. At around 12 midnight as we've predicted. I was super excited. Took some pictures of them (zooming in on Armi most of the time) even before they began playing. In no time, they were already playing their first song (which i believe was for their sound check).

They played on. I was being forgiving on the first few songs because the sound mixing wasn't going well. Oh my, it went worse towards the end. I shot a fierce look at the sound technicians at their loft/nook. You woudln't believe what i saw: the two men were both staring at the ceiling with their arms crossed, counting sheep.

We left the cafe right after their first set. I wasn't happy, obviously. I didn't know who to blame. It reminded me of the superb performance we watched for FREE at Moma during one of their summer garden concerts. Before the jazz band started playing (before the organizer even introduced the band), the first person the host gave recognition to was the sound engineer. That's how they revered these people in the industry! And back here we had two men sitting with a loft-view, dreaming of cream puffs while the band was playing. Again, i did not know who to blame. We have so much great local talent. Man, hats off to our local rock scene. Even the front acts were great. Except that they weren't taken care of. Sad.

Emo Whatever

For some unknown reason i could not sleep in my room alone anymore. It's either i'd have Uni (our pet Shih Tzu) spend the night in my room or i'd ask Shapot (our youngest kid in the house) to fix his mattress on my floor so that he'd sleep in my room. Is it only because i'm going through a phase or am i simply growing backwards? I hope not the latter.

Emo whatever..

It was one boring moment in my office when my colleague cracked a silly thought asking us: "Who do you think is the most "emo" among the emo bands? I looked at her and found her lips about to utter the same band that popped right in my head - "My Chemical Romance". We both said it out loud. And there, my signature grenade-launcher-laugh got us all started that morning. I don't even know why the hideous laugh. I just found the name so pathetic. And silly.

What do you know? I might be just as emotional as these silly guys are. Believe me, i can stare at any white wall as long as i want and i can give anyone a blank face for a doughnut.

I wonder why.

But i'm happy i've been working much more efficiently nowadays. I hope this'll go on forever.