March 11th, 2007
POSTED AT 02:46 AM Learning Curve By now im bombarded with so much realizations. New things that collide with me, new experiences and new dreams. march 10, 2007 I went to ateneo graduate school with my friend migs for the last day of the adukasyon seminar. Super, Super, Super day! Whooppiii! Fans Day 7:47 am i had one of the most wonderful mrt ride in my life. It was almost 8:00 and the mrt was sardine packed as usual with busy metro workers. I was so nonchalant when i went inside the train. I wasnt expecting to see one of my favorite artist and much better, he was seating right in front of me! The long hair, the black shirt, and the unmistakable orange tatoo on his left wrist. He is the one! IVAN ROXAS! ( i can hear angels singing in the background ) Flashback Back when i was a sophomore i happened to come across a man who said he was Ivan Roxas. ( actually he ddnt said that he was ivan roxas, he showed me a painting and said that he was the one painted it... im that gullible! ) It was the wee hours and i was desperate for someone to teach me painting. I went to the MIRC, did some promotions and i waited for a response. Here he was, Sir jake. ( thats what i call him) After some x dealing, i finally agreed to meet him in robinsons ermita. As expected, he was late and horribly dressed. He was 5'5, with long curly hair that extends to his ass, and crazy beard that was only matched by the "taong grasa " in our place. Ah, A true blue artist! First thing he asked was " Sino ka nga ba ulit? " ( Angas mode, he was smoking like shit, we stood there for five minutes and he already had 2 cigys! ) " Uh neil? " I almost forgot my name when he asked me because i got scared shit of him at first glance. He's dennis the menace gone bad! hehe. Master jake became my mentor in painting for about a semester and basically i owe everything in know about painting from him. He now works in an advertising agency as an art director ( Good Luck!)Really, they need it now that hes the big guy there! hehe. Another Flashback Flashback! I remember the first time i saw ivan roxas was when me and my filibustero buddies were strolling the expanse of Quiapo. Trudging along the throng of people, we happened to stumble on this arts supply store called enriquez ( considered one of the oldest art supply store here in the philippines EVER. as in EVER! as professed by Domby our cross eyed professor who looks at the ceiling when he talks to us) and we saw two guys carrying a long roll of canvas, prolly six feet long. Then malignant quiapo told me and asadrix that the guy on the other end was ivan roxas who was very recognizable because of the orange tatoo on his wrist. Offcourse to save face i told him that my painting mentor right now is ivan roxas! i was fooled but then i cant really blame master jake for letting me believe that. I needed a a painting teacher desperately, he needed my cash. Well i find out later that the guy we saw with the orange tatoo was the REAL ivan roxas.
The Drill 8:30 am I was almost late for the seminar, I was running towards anteneo graduate school. I was sweating. My tight fitting shirt was doing well, clinging to the right places. The sweat forming around my pecs, the sleeves getting tighter and my abs creating a new happy trail on my shirt ( hmmm..... im giving you ideas huh??) Perfectly on that very morning, the neighboring condominium of ateneo professional school was having A drill .. A fire Drill. The residents were in chaos. Morning was full of life as the residents run amock the streets as if there precious condo was really burning! Fun. Fun. Fun! I get to experience the Drill myself because they had to block the normal entrance for the graduate school. Hmmm... I was sweating again! By the time my friend saw me, i was now solar smelling and drenched in my sweat. Not that he didnt like it, but defenitely throws away my chances of a good first impression! ( i look like a hooker in a cheap everything for 99 pesos shirt that would go just for a 1 peso coffee. And unless the speakers especially from Campaigns and Grey like solar smelling boys whose drenched in sweat then im defenitely screwed by the drill!) First time The hallway was like a play pen. Teens with there hormones at their peak moment was running about like the rascals that they are. 9:00 The First talk was handled by the Managing director of Publici manila ( i think they were zenith multi media) . They gave a brief lecture on media planning and media buying. If ill both here it would take 2 pages so lemme just summarize it in one word. INTERESTING. ( for me at least) Reading: zsazsa zaturnah Listening to: wish you were here - incubus Feeling: energetic 6 Your it!
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March 6th, 2007
How things are. POSTED AT 09:22 PM "Yeah. Im happy when im with you... Ito ung tipo na my heart skips a beat when we see each other o ung undeniable calm when we just hang out o ung intensity of my emotions when we kiss. " Its different. Far different from what i had before.... te amo mucho d1. te amo. ............................................................... Tragic lemon
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February 24th, 2007
Artist POSTED AT 03:14 AM Artist. Naalala ko kagabi nung pinakilala ako ni xanana ( partner ko in crime. ahem ahem ahem. ^^) sa kanyang friends na " hes an artist" Wow! sabi ko sa sarili ko, ang sarap pakinggan. Bilib nga naman ang tao pag may " artist" na naka tabi sa introduksyon mo. Pag napakilala ka na sa ganung paraan, di maiiwasang tanungin ang mga bagay bagay tulad ng " wow, d magaling ka palang mag drawing?" " wow, d mahilig kang magpinta?" "wow, anong medium ang kadalasan mong gamit?" "wow, d magaling pala ang kamay mu? ( ahem ahem ahem ) "wow, mahilig ka pla sa art? (duh)
Siguro di mawawala na pag sinabing artist, painting o drawing ang unang sumusulpot sa isipan. Tipikal nga naman na nastereotype na ang salitang artist sa mga aspekto ng sining na ito. Pero teka teka teka, kailangan nating isipin na pag kinabit mo ang salitang " artist" sa isang tao, inaasahan na ang taong ito eh interesado sa lahat ng spektrum ng sining" Ang bigat na bagay na dalhin. Artist. ............................................... Minsan napag usapan namin ng kaibigan ko ang salitang ito. Para sa isang artist expected nga ba sa kanya na interesado sya sa lahat ng aspketo ng sining? Sabi nga ni daniel " minsan masyadong mabigat ang salitang artist, para masabi mo na artist ka, kailangan ng maraming taon na ekspiryens at kulminasyon ng mga gawa para kahit papano madikit mo ang salitang ito sau. Expected pa minsan na kahiligan mo ang halos lahat ng aspketo nito. " Eh, di naman ako mahilig sa performance art, naiinis nga ako dun, d ko naman gusto masyado ang sculpture so pano yan?" Kaya painter ang nilalagay ko lagi, at least alam kung saan ako ok. ............................................................................................................ Artist. Parang ayoko narin minsan ma identify as an artist. Kung di ko rin naman najujustify ang salitang ito, bakit ko pa sya papadikit sa pangalan ko. nakakahiya lang. Para sa isang tao na minsan eh sobrang naadik sa sining ( filibustero aktibo days), nakakalungkot isipin na ang artistic activities mo ngayon eh ang pag doodle sa note book at pag susurf sa website ng ibang artist ( frustrating).
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February 10th, 2007
Stary stary night POSTED AT 02:27 AM "To be honest, last night, i feel like i was floating. I neither felt fear, nor love nor lust" I was happy. I just am. " For someone whos as inexperienced as me with love, this is something that i would want to look forward to in a relationship. Our first meeting was so unorthodox. spontaneous even. I lie beside you, looking at the vast night sky. "The stars have never been so beautiful" I said. As i extend my hand in the air. i imagine that i can hold them, and feel their warmth. For hours. we just talked. We were neither lovers nor close friends. But i know i could tell you everything. everything in my heart. Same with you. By this time, i neither felt love nor hate nor lust. I was just floating, completely happy.
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