Bourgeois existence

part of my bourgeois existence is the privilege to head off to the beach at a moment's notice. Monday being a holiday, I received an SMS invitation Saturday night from Lorraine - "Let's go to Punta Fuego this Monday!" I had to reply, "Now that's a brilliant idea. What are the details?"

The troop this time around was Lorraine & Lala (pillars of the gimik gung), James, Brian S and me. We lazed around Punta from 1030 - 600 pm, and pigged out in Tagaytay afterwards.

Talk got around to what would be one's perfect day. Initially, mine involved getting to play in the morning, read in the afternoon, and party at night. Had to mention now that it would have to take place in a lovely beach resort. :)

Relatively idyllic day, and I didn't even spend much.

i'll blog while i can

why? see my lj. username fab_ab for an explanation.
i composed this entry last night and now i post it here while in rizal study foyer (yes! i no longer have internet convenience!! not lately anyway)

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I saw Sarah Silverman on Conan tonight, that crazy bitch (Sarah, not Conan). Totally not likely that her movie(?) Jesus is Magic will show here. They couldn't show a clip of it, instead we got Rosario Dawson doing the A-ooohhh scene in Rent. Gave me an idea of how offensive the movie probably is. He he. Semi-Quote from Sarah's routine: "I don't care if he thinks I'm a bigot, I just want him to think I'm thin."

Speaking of half crazy women, am presently reading Francoise Sagan's Scars on the Soul. A little trippy, experimental novel type of the 70s. Author is talking to you as she writes her novel. So far quote enjoyable, and the book is thin! :) If any of you guys have her, Bonjour Tristesse please tell me. I'll lend you another recently deceased author in exchange, Saul Bellow.

grunge meme

Grunge! You're all about the music and would even
turn your back on fame just to stay true to
your roots... You reached your high in the
early '90s, but you're still making some good
stuff! Keep rocking!


What genre of rock are you?
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getting dunked

mental note: every time there's a meeting in Jason's house bring a swimsuit. 'coz if u haven't got one, you'll still get a soaking as people throw you into the pool.

i spent the rest of sunday afternoon at Filinvest for the evaluation / pool - dunking seminar of the loyola mountaineers. We didn't get much work done as is ALWAYS the case when students decide to have an evaluation seminar. It's like rest anyway. It was like the last summer day for most people. We tossed frisbees in the backyard and played a game of dodgeball (20 people). You know how satisfying it is to pitch a ball to someone and chuck him out? He he. We also played some weird 2-3 games of basketball in between eating inihaw. thought Sunday turned out well.

Sabay sabay lumiliyab

on a whim, i decided to attend Dicta License's album lunch (Paghilom) at 6 Underground. Turned out pretty well, good crowd, and the band line-up was pretty interesting

Happy Meals -- good sounds! actually my fave afer Dicta for the night
Cog -- teeth grating after the first 3 songs but legit or those who are into that heavy sound
Up Dharma Down -- good vocals
Twisted Halo -- ok, but was already impatient to hear Dicta at this point

'thought their sound was pretty good, though Kel thought that the vocals volume wasn't loud enough. I didn't really notice. They played practically their entire new album. May dating, first go. This is a good product, imo.

Managed to drag John, Bob and Jess in for a few songs (fish out of water moment daw). I do wonder what Jeline will have to say about that night's performances. North Park chow before heading home.

truly shitty

I hate it when the day starts shitty. Dad 'coralled' the kids around to give them a talking to, something he's really good at, and it's something that increasingly I'm losing patience with. The situation is kinda pathetic actually, and also unfair. We are a unit, but I hate the way that (he admits this himself) that we get 'roped-in' to the negative energy fest that he seems to perversely dispense to all of us. I even said, "I don't want to argue. . ."

I'm going to fix my room now. Maybe some physical work will get the general shitty-ness out of my system. It's a stupid and pathetic state of things. Un-necessary in my point of view; I hate having to be some sort of emotional sponge, cleaning up everybody else's neuroses. That's selfish of you all, you jerks.