alcoy is well, that ends well

i had a great weekend =) i went to alcoy (one of the southern towns of Cebu) with my RedHorse classmates Dennis, Karen, Marlon, Xylon, Mj, Jillian, Lenin and Dre.

a beach whore's got to do what a beach whore's got to do.

snorkel gear. check
skimboard. check
boardshorts. check
vintage RayBan aviators. check
sunblock. check

rhum.. check =)

it wasnt just a "one night stand" lol, but we stayed there for 3 days and 2 nights at Karen's aunt's house. such lovely hosts they were. =) thanks so much! the food was great, the alcohol was present, and company was good. We watched dvd, played pool, football with those tiny little men players.. one of my player is a $90 million athlete ya know! hahahha

it was just 2hours away from the city., and we went to a public beach... and the sand was just .. suuper. =) i dont know why, but around 6pm the 1st and 2nd night, i was feverish.., and didnt want to budge for dinner.. but when beer-call comes i become all well and good. ahhahah

the 1st night, we hang out just outside the gate of the house. we listened to karen's playlist through dennis's speakers (not to mention a subwoofer that looked like a mini turbo cooker). hehehe we just drank the night away. it was really quiet. and reallllllyyyy cold.,, ..

it rained so we had to move back to the patio. and it was all good. we played "Name That Tune" using the ipod, and xylon on deck. hehehe

then it was DVD time! we watched flightplan, and american wedding.. and it was 3am already.


Day 2,. we had breakfast and we went to a cold spring.. did i say.. c-c-c-c-ooold. heheh we stayed for like half an hour and then decided to head back to the house and eat lunch before going back to the beach. run -drop- glide. and a few scratches later..., we went back to the house. *who wants to see pics of 3 boys all wet in the rain and playing with a water hose?? lol.

Night number2. we went to Bodo., a recreational spot carved off the mountain overlooking the sea. i think it was owned by a german guy. the place was awesome it had a football-table .. (i think ima goin back.. hehhe)

we had beer and pizza, and some good conversations.. then went back home.

due to lack of alcohol. (drinkers can understand this) i just couldnt close my eyes. so i stayed patio and had a good talk. while some were watching DVD. till its 2:30, and i stayed at the living room played with my phone till its 3plus.. and went to bed..

day 3, we just stayed at the house. had late breakfast. played card games, and i was holding the bank for Karen MJ and Jillian playing millionaire's game...

then after lunch we watched Madagascar. "Saaaand Diego."

i took a shower., and slept. when i woke up... it was goodbye alcoy already. ='(

on the car we listened to mj's cds,.. old 90s pop rock brought back highschool tunes. and then laid back indie music, snow patrol, wilco and death cab... =)


it all happened so fast. maybe im just not a good writer. lol, but if it was all filmed and you were watching? you would know how much fun you're missing. Goodbye Alcoy. See you soon!

*here's some quick prose for Alcoy's beach.. the name skipped my brain.


i dreamt i kissed you
your music soft and haunting
i lied on your beach
and the sun was in my eye

i woke up from the dream
and i realized im here

i held you on my arms
as a gentle breeze blew my hair
and i know i would feel so lonely
if i would think id never see you again..

you are beautiful.

insomniac..

blah blah blah... listening to Wicker Park sound track. currently playing - Retour a Vega by the Stills..

its a french song.

ca y'est c'est reparti je me divise en deux je suis toute a la fois l'acteur et le decor je ne sais ou vais ou je vais le saurais-je je ne vais nulle part mais a toute vitesse
l'haleine des camions le soleil alienant sur le toit du Bancroft building a montreal les filles a moitie nue je pense a toi souvent les filles completement nue ca me fais toujours mal
et puis je reste la les gens me semble heureux si tu savais souffrir je m'emporterais mieux tu recevras ma lettre dechirante et dechire les larmes de non retour de la chienne crevee

la la la la.. i want to drink milk!

this is one of those free form - sondre lerche types.. lol =) *sing this song when u wake up early in the morning and you still have that bedroom voice, and like, you are still not over seeing your ex last night.. hahahaha



met you at the coffeeshop this morning
the last place you can see me at
oh it is a sunny day
and you look really cool with your shades on,you know

and you know you said
id be here for a while.
but nothing really ever changes
you still believe in the afterlife

so i walked down the street to Browning
with my guitar on my back
i really had nothing to say
and it hurts me to know if id ever want it back

and i heard you, you said
stay here just for a while.
everything has changed since december
and you are the love of my life










* this is supposed to go with the afterlife thing.. but somehow i have discarded it.. +free to use+

i thought to myself, well if you do?
in what year will i meet you?

baby, i really would like to love you
but seems like there is nothing much we can do

if only we listen to TOOL

if only we all listen to TOOL.. we will have peace on earth.

if you think otherwise. post comment. lol.

as i search through my old files...

one of those old song/poems that i made. lol. this one is pretty shallow and morbid. i forgot what month i did this, but i am sure it was early last year.. along with those i wrote at my first blog.


Roll Away

ms. shiny black ball
roll away from me
i hate to see you around

ms. shiny black ball
stab yourself for me
save yourself the pain and misery
of living a life of envy

ms. shiny black ball
took some pills to drown herself
now i feel guilty..now i feel guilty

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this one is inspired a software splashpage which took a lifetime to load up. so i might as well write down her feelings.

Dimensions

i am just an illustration
one of your fantastic artworks
rich in color, rich in detail
but without feelings


wake me up
please wake me up
let me know what it's all about
if it's all about love

just a sketch in your notebook
a wonderfull mixture of gray on white
a little bit of texture there
but a little less life

wake me up
please wake me up
hear my thoughts u might be amused
i have life..


* while writing this blog, i remembered my dream when i was still in highschool. in my dream i was walking near the beach, when i saw a girl crying sitting down and facing the adjacent island. i cant see her face i asked her who she was and she said "u dont recognize me? im the love of your life." .. and i fell in love with her.

*then in college i had this other vision (a dramatized stupid daydream..lol).. i heard a voice told me, you will find true love from the girl who plays the sad guitars.. and so i fell in love with Barbie Almalbis from barbie's cradle.

lol. i have to sleep now.. in keeping with what daniel johns replied when asked why "silverchair" had to to be in small letters... im beginning to enjoy writing with this size.

oh by the way he replied ".. small letters are sexy".

so... e-r-i-k is sexy? =)

as i search through my old files...

one of those old song/poems that i made. lol. this one is pretty shallow and morbid. i forgot what month i did this, but i am sure it was early last year.. along with those i wrote at my first blog.


Roll Away

ms. shiny black ball
roll away from me
i hate to see you around

ms. shiny black ball
stab yourself for me
save yourself the pain and misery
of living a life of envy

ms. shiny black ball
took some pills to drown herself
now i feel guilty..now i feel guilty

=========================================

this one is inspired a software splashpage which took a lifetime to load up. so i might as well write down her feelings.

Dimensions

i am just an illustration
one of your fantastic artworks
rich in color, rich in detail
but without feelings


wake me up
please wake me up
let me know what it's all about
if it's all about love

just a sketch in your notebook
a wonderfull mixture of gray on white
a little bit of texture there
but a little less life

wake me up
please wake me up
hear my thoughts u might be amused
i have life..


* while writing this blog, i remembered my dream when i was still in highschool. in my dream i was walking near the beach, when i saw a girl crying sitting down and facing the adjacent island. i cant see her face i asked her who she was and she said "u dont recognize me? im the love of your life." .. and i fell in love with her.

*then in college i had this other vision (a dramatized stupid daydream..lol).. i heard a voice told me, you will find true love from the girl who plays the sad guitars.. and so i fell in love with Barbie Almalbis from barbie's cradle.

lol. i have to sleep now.. in keeping with what daniel johns replied when asked why "silverchair" had to to be in small letters... im beggining to enjoy writing with this size.

oh by the way he replied ".. small letters are sexy".

so... e-r-i-k is sexy? =)

writing the weather's lonely heart

while having a lunch date with my girl in a small seaside resto just a few meters from our house, the weather suddenly changed, from a chilly afternoon to an extremely windy one... with the waves turning from stubborn to mad.

i came into a realization; does the wind have feelings too? if so, who did he sweep away today? or did he just hum a tune...

i am currently listening to a song by deathcab for cutie. it brought me back to my streaming days. where i used to listen to launchcast's "cool as folk" genre. and my day turns into a gloomy and overly melancholic one. what when ryan adam's tells u that la cienega just gave a smile....
and smog sings about his roomate/girlfriend, entertaining a new friend just across the covers on the same room... totally un-entertaining? not for me..

so i thought to myself. if there is such a "death cab" for cuties.. would i be in it? or will i be in the bus of full of nowhere men?

too many questions for one night. but if man stops hoping, stops asking questions.. then what use is his mind? f*** so there i go asking another question.

a week ago before we had a sunday jam session, i conditioned myself. I watched the "Yellow Submarine" DVD of the Beatles. it was nothing less than "other worldly". the art. the punchlines.
when ringo just cant refuse to pull the lever, his reason is - "i am a liverpooler". and the nasty "Blue Meanies" who are out to eliminate entertainment, color and music.

but lennon quipped "All you need is love"... and all was well.









I Will Follow You Into The Dark
deathcab for cutie

Love of mine some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark

If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me
"Son fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back

If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
Cause we'll hold each other soon
The blackest of rooms

If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
Then I'll follow you into the dark

hello darkness my old friend

i just moved my pc to a temporary location on a very lonely corner, and i havent setup the speakers so its soooooo _______...... i can only hear the sound of silence. it feels really weird because usually i turn on the speakers or put on my headphones and listen to some music. but this time... its defeaning silence. its like my world moved back to the silent movies.

it got me thinking. if music was not invented/developed/created, what could have its substitute be? without music, Sony wouldnt make billions. without music, some people wouldnt have receieved "aid".. without music, we would loose like 1/4 of the world's economy.... lol. beer wouldnt sell as much. so do drugs.. i guess. now the phrase "take drugs to make music and earn money to buy more drugs" makes sense.... it is small economic cycle in itself..

so much about money and music. lets take on music, and its soul.

if there was no music. this girl wouldnt have fallen for this guy. there wouldnt have been a cute guitarist... or "hey the bassist is single" lol.

each of us has his own kind of "music" that he listens to... hear it from someone taking acids lol. =) ... for political correctness i kept it at music. not song.. a simple tapping of the toes makes the graveyard shift at the factory a lot less boring..

it drives people.. god its fucking boring without it...

but what if, taking that off, would lead to us to something better... like if you close your eyes, u get this feeling that u can hear better.. so what if, we take music out.. and we would develop a new feeling altogether, or enhance an old one.. like .. loving?

and just like all the other blogs that i wrote., at the end, i always thought... its another crappy writing... gotta go.

beggars cant be choosers.. and the song called "tea and sympathy"

first up i want to thank my girlfriend for giving me some words of encouragement yesterday.

i was feeling really low yesterday.. i woke up at 6:30 in the morning (with my head hung over lol) because of this guy's text. he wanted me to come to shangrila mactan at 8am "sharp" for an interview.. i mean f*** that . i cannot move that early.. shangrila is a good one hour drive away from my place. and i have to print out my resum'e.. and i know my printer is out of black ink so i used dark blue *ingenuity at that. lol

anyway., i was able to bargain for 9am. that wasnt cool.. but then again.. beggars cant be choosers. so i did go there.. and this guy.. keeps bugging me.. like he is in freaking panic mode.
so much that he told me what time i was planning to be there so that he can tell me if its "feasible".. so i threw him back the question. i told him where i am and i asked if i can still make it. I know this guy wont be meeting me.. he just acted as a "broker". So there.. when i got to the hotel lobby, i called the number.. and then 3 guys came down to meet me. and they told me that it was too early., and they had to eat breakfast... i was like... "shit" i didnt want to come here this early too.., i had to txt our driver to come earlier than usual. well anyway... to add., they werent exactly looking for the kind of position i was applying for.. , f c u k.

so there i went back to the city.. and ate breakfast in front of bigfoot.. and when i was about to go to my car this friend of mine saw me. lol. and she asked me why i didnt tell her the group went out last night.. *im sorry*.

so i went back home. suuper tired. and i dont know.. i was just sooo down. now i really really want to get a job. hehe. im tired of bumming around the house.. i would like to meet new people.. ofcmates.. hehe =) im also looking for a looooong term job this time. i promise i wont quit after a year. lol. i easily get bored..

i have to go now.. im holding my guitar, im gonna practice Alcoholic by starsailor and Beautiful by James Blunt.... im planning to study music. i told my mom last night and she gave me a nod.. but she dont know im gonna ask "funding" from her. lol...

i hope i get my projects fixed up. so i get "beer money"

will-work-for-beer.


hmmm.. 2 nights ago i had a very bad insomnia. i went to bed at 12midnight.. and slept around 4am.. and ive got no one to disturb. lol. so i had some intellectual debate with myself.. about the kinds of loves.. hehehe whatever my findings are,., they're all inside my head.. and heart.
hahahha

gotta go. its guitar time ladies and gentlemen.

a not so bitter symphony..

im sooo tired. but happy. hehe well, i had this almost a "once in a lifetime" chance to join a workshop on classical music. it was at the haus of Mr. Kintanar. there were 20 something people with violins, violas and basses.. =) it was GREAT!... i was just on the sidelines listening though.., but it wasnt like a concert, it was a workshop, so for me it was more intimate. it was RAW. =)

a certain Mr. Gomez, conducted the seminar, he is filipino, born in san francisco and lived there most of his life.. but as he mentioned i think he traveled a lot. he conducted a symphony in the states, in honduras and in prague, .. to name a few. he must be really famous...

most of his pointers were generally about music. so i got inputs relevant to my being a musician (although im in a different discipline)... one of the principles he said is.. try to get the best equipment. although its quite hard for us filipinos to get the best equipment.. *i was once told by my friend that the reason techno music isnt so commonly played, i mean there are not too many techno bands / djs here is because of the fact that the gear is sooo hard to find., and if you would it would be very expensive...

well anyway. mr. gomez said that filipinos are resourceful, thats a plus. One very important thing, especially to string instruments, is to keep the strings clean. before going to the workshop me and my friends were discussing about the importance of keeping your equipment (wooden guitars most specifically) in a very strict manner.

after mr. gomez cleaned one viola, and one violin, he made the person who played with that instrument, play it again and speak to the class what he noticed. i myself noticed that this time, the tone is more clearer and more powerful.. whether it was a placebo effect we will never know. hehehe. he said that by cleaning your strings it would improve the clarity and power by 10%.. now i must make sure to clean my strings. hahaha. i remembered the last time we played accoustic, i knew for sure that my gear was out of tune. (a 12 string accoustic guitar) later i found out that there is a special way of tuning your auxiliary strings.. tsk tsk.. too bad.

i have to cut this short..

lol..

did i mention, it took the entire afternoon, and i didnt mind.. it was sweet, very emotional, very intimate.. for me at least.. its as if the strings cried., the strings laughed., the strings sighed.. all in harmony.