i went to the concert at the CCP grounds with neil, weki, ivan, trina and derek. there were a lot of people [i heard there were 22,000], 'saw some friends and acquaintances. we were on the 16TH ROW. and i'm very happy about it, since the 40+ row, where we were originally seated, didn't have such a good view.

as expected, everyone was swooning over brandon boyd. but of course what makes incubus' music so great is the whole band, not just the lead singer. i guess i just appreciated the band more collectively during their concert and didn't single out brandon boyd as much as i used to before. so, they started the concert off with megalamonia, which is the kick off single from their latest album [which i've been listening to every single day since the concert hehe]. the pace of the whole concert was fast, and a bit disorganized, since they kept on jumping from one album to another. but the whole effect was ok anyway. i didn't know half of their songs, which was disappointing. i thought i was the biggest and oldest incubus fan i knew [i used to have the nick ^iNcUbUs back when i still chatted on mIRC, like 6 years ago. hehe. and people didn't even know who they were back then. tsk tsk.], until i saw almost everyone at the concert actually singing to all their songs. there were people behind me who even recognized songs from the s.c.i.e.n.c.e. album [their first one]. and i don't even know what that album loooks like. shame, shame. and yeah, they sang 'wish you were here'!! for their finale, they sang 'are you in' and 'pardon me'. i was shamelessly jumping around and shouting like i do in UAAP games. hehe. and i was also singing [well, shouting] pardon me with the band and the whole crowd. i can't believe i actually spent some time to learn the lyrics of that song back in first year college. hehe. i just LOVE that band to bits. it's one of those timeless bands that people never get tired of, like dave matthews band/coldplay. maybe what would account for that is the fact that they have versatile songs - one album has an entirely different theme from the other [make yourself had a techno-ish style, morning view is a bit mellow, and a crow left of the murder is more hardcore.]. i really hope they hold another concert here.

after the concert, we stayed in the place for a while. we waited till the traffic subsided. and we had to rest - standing up for two hours was tiring. 'saw tessa also.

by the way, i have a new favorite song from incubus: "here in my room". it's also in their latest album [a crow left of the murder] it's supposed to be a love song. i swear, if my hypothetical s.o. would sing or at least dedicate this song to me, i'd literally cry tears of joy. hehe.

Labels: gig, harkadah

significant moments:

two fridays ago, we had a small despedida gathering for pat at teriyaki boy near greenhills. she left for the states last feb. 28 to enroll for her graduate studies. =( she's coming back on may, though.

and last saturday, we had the winlaw induction ball. fixing up and everything just reminded me of all the hassle i went through back in our high school ball and in my debut. needless to say, i wore a blue outfit again. another realization: it was probably the only time things went smoothly as planned and that i actually had a date who was with me that time because he wasn't forced to [circa 1998: la salle prom. it was a set up so we didn't really know each other. and i was leaving him the whole night. what the hell is wrong with my sense of etiquette. circa 1999: we plainly weren't talking because we're just not that close. i don't even remember why i asked him in the first place. our outfits didn't even complement each other since i looked too formal beside him and he wore a plain shirt under his coat. and we went through a lot of bad luck that night - heavy traffic, nirvana couldn't find her shoes, we couldn't find pam who was supposed to lend nirvana shoes, so we arrived at the ball at 10 pm. we had to eat dinner while everyone else was on the dance floor, only the mobile lights were turned on, and we couldn't even see what we were eating.]

well, we just spent the night looking at everyone in his/her formal get-up. we also ate a lot. but that's a given. my dress was practically bursting in the tummy area by the end of the night. so i had to suck it in when it was my turn to go in front. hehe. neil and troy went back to the buffet several times. [hehe, 'didn't mean to expose you] i wish i could, too, but i didn't want to look all bulged up in front. chi gave the shortest speech for the night. hehe.

anyway, here are some pictures from the ball. agh. i hate wearing makeup.

special mention: thanks to neil for driving me and taking pictures of me the whole time i was having my hair and make up done [thanks a LOT. no, that was not sarcastic. hehe], for coming up with the brightest idea that we eat at oody's before i had my make up/hair done, and for consuming more food than we paid for. hehehe. and also for imparting me a share of his cheeziness. heehee. seriously though, i had a great time. thanks =)

PS: this is an appeal to any kind hearted soul out there - please buy me a decent digital camera. look how distorted my pictures are with my digicam. and no, this isn't a joke. hehe.

Labels: law school

if you watch local tv at around 7:30 on weekdays, you would know what i mean. due to the popularity of the US-based show, american idol, the two leading stations in the philippines, as expected, came up with their own star-searching shows. as if copying the whole concept wasn't bad enough, they even copied the screening process, complete with the brutally frank judges and the snide comments. to top it all off, both shows even copied the exact same logo of "american idol". couldn't they be more subtle about copying? i'm sure they could come up with an equally catching concept and still attract a considerably large audience. and i'm sure that they could come up with something more creative than that. they should stop bringing in too much reality tv shows than our culture could handle. also, i believe they could face a lawsuit for what they're doing (provided that they're not licensed). they had a problem with MBA before for copying the NBA concept.

let me reiterate: watching spongebob makes more sense. i'd rather watch it.

on more TV news, my dad was on channel 7 last night. hwehe. but i wasn't able to watch it. actually, villanueva (presidential candidate) was featured on the news, and papa was just there in the background. hehe. he asked me to record it, but i didn't know how. besides, i was busy finishing my digests for crim. and i'm proud to say, i've already done my part in our mini digest pool.

the incubus concert is less than two weeks away!! which means it's finally pushing through, since the band hasn't backed out yet. but then again, they could back out later. but i'd like to savor this excited feeling for now so i won't ruin it. i was listening to NU earlier, and the DJ announced that they are going to give away backstage passes. i listened attentively to the terms, until he said that all the interested listeners have to do is come to the station on march 4, 9-10 in the morning and sing an incubus song on air. for a minute there, i seriously considered the thought, since we didn't have classes around that time. and i'm so used to being humiliated through singing already anyway. UP loves to make people sing in special events, interviews, initiations and the like [not that i have been "initiated"]. but i came to my senses immediately and realized that i'm more than happy that i'll be only 20 rows away from brandon boyd.

need to study now. :P

Labels: pilipinas, rant

so it goes like this: two supposedly long time friends/barkada, who have opposite personalities and who never thought of hooking up with each other, get conveniently set up by their friends in a hotel room together for three consecutive days without contact from the outside world, except that food will be delivered to their room by whoever every now and then. it has become a barkada "tradition" to set up prospect couples in the group that way [though never in my life have i heard of such a ridiculous practice]. the setting already gives away the crux of the tale - yeah, they're going to end up together. if you didn't see that coming, you haven't been watching TGIS or gimik long enough. anyway, both of them just recently got out of a relationship. they have opposite ideals/principles [i think this part is supposed to deceive the readers into thinking that they're not going to end up together because they're so different. but of course you're not stupid so you're not going to buy that.] - Boy X is a typical pretty boy, a gentleman who wants to remain a virgin until he gets married and he's just so darn nice that people actually mistake him for a gay. Girl Y is a commercial model and ex-prom queen who has very liberal ideals and who has hooked up and has done it with several guys already. when they were about to sleep on their first night together, Boy X, being the gentleman that he is, was planning to sleep on the floor so Girl Y wouldn't have to share the bed with him. however, Girl Y, being the liberal person that she is, told Boy X that he can sleep on the bed, "as if anything's going to happen between them anyway". besides, they're just going to put up a divider between them using the bedsheets [tell me, friends, how in the world are you going to set up a divider on a bed in a normal hotel room? now if they brought their own wire and clothespins, it would've been credible]. they start a small platonic talk about how weird their friends are in setting them up, and then they play a little "let's-get- to-know-each-other" game of "twenty questions" and begin talking about their love lives and their principles and whatevers while drinking wine in the process. what's with the wine? how the hell should i know. probably it's a premonition that something's going to happen between them. as if there weren't enough signs to show that they're going to end up together. so anyway, they begin to ask each other questions, starting with the neutral ones until, predictably, one of them asks, "who was your first crush in the barkada?" and then the other one drops hints that it was the former, but because of the awkardness of the situation, they still try to evade the obvious fact that they do like each other. later on, both of them were already dropping hints that they like each other. (wow. as if i didn't see that coming.) and then Girl Y discloses a deep dark secret to Boy X and she cries and of course Boy X, to comfort her, hugs her. ooh, what a senti moment. later on, Boy X asks GIrl Y if ever she's going to be victimized by the same tradition all over again, who would she want to spend it with. and of course Girl Y tells every possible adjective that obviously describes Boy X, but of course, she didn't say "you!" because it wouldn't be romantic. in the end, one of them [i forgot who] asked the other one if he/she could kiss her/him, and then the story ends. it doesn't say if the kiss pushed through. oh yes, it's an intelligent read because it has a hanging ending. blah. so maybe the normal reaction would be to say aaaaaawwwwwwwwww and feel kilig all over - if you're an avid fan of "click" and you think that the whole line of "sweet dreams" pocketbooks still has literary value, or maybe if you're in your early teen years thinking that everyone is going to have an idealistic love life with a good looking significant other and an equally titillating love story. but no, i'm a realistic [okay, sometimes cynical] twentysomething person and i guess it's also a very well known fact that there's a real world that goes way beyond the kind of "perfect" stories they falsely depict on tv or in the movies. i'm sorry, but the story, in an attempt to incite "kilig" feelings from its target audience (what target audience?) suffers from too much emotionalism. and don't give me that "it won a palanca award" crap because i find the idea that this tasteless tragedy actually won an award too puzzling to fathom. it just sickens me.

i can't believe i actually finished reading it. halfway through the story, i deleted it because i got pissed with the way things are progressing. then i later on thought that probably it wasn't as predictable/typical as i thought it was, maybe there would be a shocking clincher in the end, like the guy's actually transsexual or he had a sex change or something like that [since the girl kept on insinuating from the beginning that the guy was gay], so i restored it from the trash and read it. and i felt doubly disappointed that there was no catch, it was just that - a boring, sappy, irritating love story that lost its way to my inbox. pieces like that should be submitted to channel 2 or 7 and be the plot of upcoming daily telenovelas/weekly teeny bopper shows.

Labels: forwards, rant