Last week was so surreal. Need to organize my thoughts first. I hope this aint stress. Promise..I'll blog about what happened to me and the family. Sooooooon.

posted by: blueberry010 at June 29, 2005 16:09 | link | comments |

fete and wild

the boys in action...


old skool pare...nyahaha!

posted by: blueberry010 at June 29, 2005 01:01 | link | comments |

iGNITE Youth Conference

To all the passionate youth out there, pls do come...

posted by: blueberry010 at June 23, 2005 00:13 | link | comments |

super late mr. and mrs smith post

I so heart this movie. Oh-kay. I know a few people who don’t because they said they got
nothing out of it…and that only Brangelina did. But the movie doesn’t really boast of any moral lessons. I think the producers only made the movie for the audience to feast on the fights, car-chasings, hi-tech ammos, and well of course..for us to ogle on both Brad and Angelina. The plot was definitely new(or was there any?).  There was no explanation as to how and why they patched things up after the house was turned into shambles. I was like. “Yun na yun?”. I kept asking my bf and sis if I missed something. Just when they were facing each other and had the opportunity to shoot at the enemy, they simply stopped and had perhaps the best sex of their lives. But that’s okay. Really. Mr. And Mrs. Smith is pure entertainment and wit (wit---not the smarty wit but the funny wit). Truly entertaining…a feast to the eyes. I’m sure much of the audience thoughts weren’t provoked. And why not? Because as I said it was only entertaining. But I learned a little lesson or two from this movie. That money and career can never compensate for the lack of love and concern you feel. That even if you’re gorgeous, married to another beaute, famous, or whatever…you can never feel complete. Others may disagree but that’s how I see it. Take for example the Smiths, they live in a beautiful house, drive the most luxurious cars, and have seemingly the perfect career, but the façade well..is just a façade. Beyond beauty is deception, dishonesty, and pretentions resulting to loneliness. I just hope that not all would feel and experience such.

So do I like it? Yeah! Definitely. How about you?

posted by: blueberry010 at June 20, 2005 21:58 | link | comments (1) |

Commuting, anyone?

Commuting---we have a love-hate relationship. There are times when I enjoy riding trikes, jeepneys, buses, and the now ad-laden MRT. I can very well remember the first time my parents allowed me to go home from school without them. I was in grade six then. During the last day of our graduation practices, my mom finally permitted me to ride the jeep for the first time in my life sans the ‘rents. I wasn’t really alone. My friends were coming over to our house for a little celebration so atleast I had them to accompany me. Ha!

So I finally learned. I had to but I didn’t always get to do that because during my first year in high school, I had school service and on my sophomore year, dad would fetch me. But still I learned and was allowed. Come my last two years in high school, atlast, I could know commute going home. It was the first time I experienced freedom because that meant I could go wherever and do whatever I want after school. 

My commuting freedom was further exercised in college. I felt so powerful that I could take good care of  myself and that I could ,again, go to places my feet would drag me. But of course, there was and there is still fear of commuting at night. The latest time I had to commute was 9:30 coming from UP. And just a few months ago, from Megamall going home at 11:30 pm. Not bad after all. I never liked commuting when the clock strikes past 10. You know how even bright streets of Manila can be dangerous. But then again, maybe it’s just really me.

Commuting enables me to meet interesting and weird people, places, modes of transportation, establishments, and other street stuff.. I enjoy riding the MRT because aboard it, you can see a variety of people and the ironies along EDSA.

And when I began to hate commuting, I can’t remember. And why?! It must have been the pollution that I so hate in every city of this region. How can you take joy when the darkest smoke would belch from the ugliest vehicles and the more luxurious ones? Plus the many lawless drivers, jaywalkers, the pink but ugly embellishments by the MMDA, and of course, some of those ruthless authorities who have no idea what they’re doing.

Or maybe because I am most used to being chauffeured by my dad and my boyfriend. All throughout my elementary and high school days, daddy would bring me and my siblings to school ensuring a safe trip. Yep, every single day. If he couldn’t do that, mommy would be the one to bring us. During college though, it wasn’t that often because UP was far from home and his work. Taking the MRT, FX, and jeep was the most practical way. Nowadays, he still brings me to the office. I love every time I’m in the car with him even if I have to be the one to pay for the gas for his rusty old Nissan.

Then there is my boyfriend Stripe with his beloved car Maria. There is a threat that his parents would sell the car and buy a Britney…a Vios. He wouldn’t want to part with Maria, but I think he has too before she, er..’it’ becomes unattractive and a cause for major migraine. I dread the day when he’d have to give ‘her’ up coz I know he’ll be so bummed. But I think loving Britney is far from being difficult.

Stripe and my dad. They’re the reasons why I sometimes don’t like to commute. I always find comfort in the passenger’s seat. Who doesn’t anyway? It’s their fault why more often than not, I’d rather wait long for them in fetching me or hail a cab than sweat and meet the perils of commuting.

I try to weigh the pros and cons of my subject. I am still, as always, undecided whether I love or hate it. I guess I have to live and leave commuting just that. Yeah, as something I can hate and love at the same time.

posted by: blueberry010 at June 17, 2005 01:17 | link | comments |
rants, raves

Playing Fete

13 Needles is playing on June 18, 2005 at the Fete dela Musique (Racks El Pueblo Parking- ROCK Stage) at exactly 4:30 pm. Do swing by and pray it doesn't rain unlike last year.

Sked for ROCK STAGE(Racks El Pueblo Parking):

3:15-3:30      Death by Tampon
3:30-3:45      Taggu nDios
3:45-4:00      Sique
4:00-4:15      Rugis
4:15-4:30    Plane Divides the Sky
4:30-4:45    13 Needles
4:45-5:00      Severo
5:00-5:15      Silent Sanctuary
5:15-5:30      Still
5:30-5:45      Brockas
5:45-6:00      Shards of Ice
6:00-6:15      Kinky Hooters
6:15-6:30      Join Da Club
6:30-6:45      Happy Meals
6:45-7:00    Cog
7:00-7:15    Boy Elroy
7:15-7:30      Dicta License
7:30-7:45      Zoom Zoom Lunacy
7:45-8:00      Ciudad
8:00-9:00      (All stages freeze for Opening Ritual, drum jam parade from Alt stage to Main)
9:00-9:20      Sandwich
9:20-9:40    Monkeyspank
9:40-10:00    Kwjan
10:00-10:20  Itchyworms
10:20-10:40  Cambio
10:40-10:50    Pinoy Blonde Segment
10:50-11:10    Imago
11:10-11:30    Kapatid
11:30-11:50    Twisted Halo
11:50-12:10    Sugarfree
12:20-12:40    Hellbender
12:40-1:00      DRT
1:00-1:20       Boldstar
1:20-1:40       Greyhoundz
1:50-2:10       Razorback
2:10-2:30     Chicosci
2:30-2:50      Nuncy Spungen
2:50-3:10     Mayonnaise
3:10-3:30      Typecast
3:30-3:50      Monsterbot

(bands in bold are the nidol's band friends )

posted by: blueberry010 at June 15, 2005 01:18 | link | comments |

weddings, etc.

now, scriptwriting and researching for this wedding makes me want to marry na. huwaw. haha!

but really, i'm having a hard time. they should have told me weeks before and not a day before. what's worse, i haven't seen the bride for more than a year now and i don't know the husband-to-be. sigh, now..my skills are being tested.

oh wait, yeah..this happened to me already. merely 2 hours before one recital in UP , i had the shock of my life when my director friend told me that today..that day...surprise surprise! ...was the actual recital...i was like..."huwat?!"..when in fact, he texted me the day before that it was supposed to be a dress rehearsal only. and what, i was wearing a tacky polo and capri then. to my horror, that day was really the 'big day'.

maaan...i wanted to faint. but i had no choice. i shut him out of world..sat down...sulked for a while..panicked for an hour...and immediately wrote my script for the night. it went well though. bravo. hehe. but what i just didnt like was the fact that i emceed for a musical recital wearing tacky clothes. that was so so bad. bummer.

so tomorrow...and tomorrow..and tomorrow..i'll just see how it'd turn out..

posted by: blueberry010 at June 10, 2005 22:55 | link | comments |