Month: June 2005

I was able to get out of the smoke and dust in Makati and take a breath of fresh air, aroma of green leaves and other forms of vegetation in Fontana leisure park, in Clark Pampanga. The company I work for had set up a big and expensive overnight party for almost all its employees. It was fun and exciting to all those who attended, villas to stay in, catered food, free entrance to the water rides and pool, Parokya ni Edgar performing, but for chrissakes, just two glasses of free beer.

However, I wasn’t able to catch the band perform nor had taken a dip in their pool. I was too ignorant for that and just stupidly went with Macky my teammate, and headed directly to our villa.

Hard.

Man, the guys and gals of our account began drinking hard liquor. I started to drown myself with rhum, then gin-pomelo, then some brandy, then some beer, then more gin-pomelo then lastly more beer, until I fucked up…. passed out.

I have no idea what happened after that. All I remembered was shouting cheers and talking nonsense. A lot of us were out in the middle of the street drinking like there was no tomorrow, I passed out and lay my head on Elaine’s shoulder. Minutes after that, I remembered getting up and running to the front entrance of our villa and barfing like hell. I literally threw up my dinner.

Then falling on my bed.

Blackout.

I woke up this morning wearing shorts. They took off my pants while I was dead drunk. Spent the morning at the back of the villa, underneath a mangrove with Macky and Atty, talking about ridiculous stuff like the “Sound of Music.” It was warm and sunny with the cool breeze blowing at our faces. Macky and I took silent breaks in between our conversations just to listen to the rustling of the leaves and chirping and singing of the birds. Something we rarely experience nowadays. It was absolutely beautiful.

Someday. I’ll be back.

{ Currently listening to: } Sounds of Nature

{ I am reading: } Dummy’s guide to consuming large quantities of diff alchohol

{ I Feel: } wasted

Written by domz at 06:13 PM.

Nuno Bettencourt is a God. A Guitar God.  No question about it. He made a spectacular performance with his band the “Near Death Experience” in a Washburn guitar clinic held in the Yupangco main office, which luckily turned out to be a mini-concert. I have known the existence of this guitar icon since high school, he’s the long haired dude with black polished fingernails playing the guitar and singing with Gary Cherone

in the music video of “More than Words” back in their “Extreme” days. He’s not that known to common folks but to musicians in the world over, he is rather notoriously known for playing fast progressive arpeggios thru his guitar solos. Listen to old Extreme albums and you’ll get what I mean. The guitar solos I love most is in Extreme’s “Hip Today” and his single “Midnight Express.”

Before the clinic started, we (Jeanpaul, Bebs, Chip and I) had to wait for at least 3 hours standing infront of the back entrance (we had to be early so we can get seats near the stage), our legs were aching and we began craving to go outside for a smoke but unable to because of the risk of losing our places. The waiting area suddenly became jampacked, then people and musicians of all sorts popped out of nowhere. Amongst us were some musicians of famed pinoy bands, some music ethusiasts, some guests and some fans, all there just to see Nuno perform…for free.

Yes it was free. It made our legs ache, but it was worth it. It could be the last chance to see Nuno up close and in person…and see him show his licks.

After the show, we became exhausted but fulfilled. Nuno never did let us down that night.

Nuno is a God. A guitar god.

{ Currently listening to: } Nuno Bettencourt

{ I Feel: } rejuvenated

Written by domz at 06:38 AM.

Jeanpaul arrived from Tacloban yesterday and luckily in perfect timing it was my dayoff so I was able to go along with him. After a grueling afternoon in Megamall and later in Cubao, hopping from one music shop to another, we had a few beers in his cousin Cliff’s place, then later on headed to see what was going on in Mayrics around 10:30pm. The place was jampacked, oozing with cigarette smoke everywhere, heavily stenched with alcohol, and in some instances funked with human sweat. But it was cool. Better than the hostile crowds we have been in other places. In order to get in we had to shoulder a hundred-fifty bucks each for a bottle of beer inclusive, so we could watch a band called Spongecoke or cola something, and in a few minutes later realizing that we began sweating as though we were in the Sahara, having nothing to sit on, no table to put our bottles atop on, and even no space at all just to have a good look at the performers on stage. Dang. We shoulda been early. So we went

outside for “some” fresh air. We only spent an hour, mostly outside, and later on decided to head home. So much for the hundred-fifty bucks.

{ Currently listening to: } nothing

{ I am reading: } nothing

{ Currently watching: } nothing

{ I Feel: } blank
Written by domz at 12:13 PM.

Tempus fugit.

Time flies…whether you like it or not, time will never wait. Time has a sibling called Age, both are created by Man. Time is for measuring the day, Age is for measuring one’s time of existence. The big difference between both of them is that time is infinite, while an age exists only for a time being, whether be it a moment or a billion of centuries. Take for example, my age. 26 seems to be a small number but if you look at my perspective, it looks like it took a year to consume five years of time. My age has a limit. And I am worried that I may not be able to accomplish what I want in a specific age. Because time does not wait. It actually disorients me from reality, its either time’s pace seems slow or fast. So psychologically, I am confused whether I am young or old. I may be young (?) but I feel old, but same goes vice versa. It sucks and this whole whining on time and age of mine is pathetically fruitless. I am only wasting my time even just pondering about it.

So why the ranting on time and age? As I mentioned earlier, 26 seems to be a small number but I was not using that number a few days ago. Oh yes I remember, it was my birthday yesterday. Was I happy?

Maybe.

So what did I do yesterday? After work, I spontaneously treated myself to watch a movie alone. “Sin City” it was called. A roster of great actors, an action film based on a semi black & white comic novel series by Frank Miller, directed by Rob Rodriguez of El Mariachi and Desperado fame, and Miller himself. It was a good movie, very well produced and somewhat gory because of no red blood. White or Yellow blood seemed weird but of course, this movie was based on comics. The theme had to be there. If you’re reading right now, let me spoil your interest on it by saying that Bruce Willis’ character “Hartigan” killed himself at the end to save the girl he rescued. Haha.

Anyway, that was it. Not so much for a birthday, grateful though to the friends and family who greeted me thru my cell and friendster and email. The day before, I was able to celebrate with Genieve after she accompanied me to the Parañaque city hall. Ate Pizza and somekind of green oily spaghetti whatchamacallit. Too bad Chip wasn’t able to join. It was Good food and talk about sense or nonsense.

Every year when my birthday comes up, I feel depressed. Whether there is a party or not, I don’t feel good.

It makes me feel old.

It makes me rotten.

{ Currently listening to: } dripping blood

{ Currently watching: } Sin City

{ I Feel: } cynical

Written by domz at 01:07 PM.