Hello, Lovine.com

it took me almost 6 years of annual birthday shindigs and despedidas to realize that holy hot smokin' shit, my friends are hot. and some of them don't mind being thrown onto rock slabs on malibu beach or abandoned graffiti or rolling green hills or live cockroaches while i take random snaps. i wish i could document all my friends right now, while we're all at the peak of our youth.

my mom mentioned that i might inherit her old digital videocam, since she bought a new one. she was having the old one fixed but didn't think it would come out of the operating table alive. but alas, now it's reincarnated to be mine! bwaha ha! so lately, i've been seeing the world in panning camera shots, elemental slow motion and fast cuts. i wonder if i'll be able to make use of this as much as i would like to. i'm such a web-photography-music slut anyway, how much damage would a combination of all do? the molotov cocktail smells closer.

i rode the mechanical bull tonight. i think i did pretty decent, but that's most probably because i'm a flyweight. all's well that ends well. but at the end of the day, all i really want is to be alone in the solace of my bed while the rain drizzles outside. that's not too much to ask. sometimes, i need a timeout. vanish like the rabbit in a hat, the secret ace back up the sleeve, pack my bags up and leave.

i've been wanting to find the answers, but i don't even know the questions. where the hell is the exit sign?

brevior saltare cum deformibus mulieribus est vita

- life is too short to dance with ugly women.

alexis tiosexy is the man. but you already knew that.

spent the weekend at san francisco with one of my best buds kathlyn. what really gets my goat is how everything is so interesting up there, it makes me feel short-changed that i live here in LA. or then again, maybe i just need to brush up on what's happening underneath my big nose, and actually get off my butt and go out. well, in any case, i'm always up for fun times.

took a break from the job search. recorded a new clip called liquor ban. maybe i should rename it to elevator music? or insomniac theater time warp? in any case, i'm having a craving for mister kebab. after all, i'm in the right time zone.

margretg79: ang mahal magpasakal...i mean magpakasal

when i think of getting married, i can hear a guy with long sideburns in a white suit singing in the deep recesses of my mind, leaning his fat ass against a swanky drive-thru chapel. hello, elvis.

i always wish i realized things sooner. looking for a job is about the same stress as looking for a university. this earth is way too big for my small world to comprehend. one small step at a time, i guess.

for those who know, i recently said goodbye to livejournal. i'm not responsible for her life. i did all that i could to help, but its out of my hands. i hope she gets better eventually.

for everything else, there's mastercard. (i don't get it either. it just sounded appropriate.)

funny how the world doesn't provide you with many excuses. it's probably because things are meant to happen the way they do. and i, for one, have acquiesced to the fact that i don't really have any excuses to cover up the quirks in my life. nobody really needs any. and my truth is the least that i can, and will, give. :)

i love late nights. how they amplify the senses, how everything becomes more fragile and meaningful with the silence. you get lost in whatever you're trying to do, and everything else melts quietly into the ground. it's like a blanket of soft static that covers everything that doesn't matter in your life, allowing you to concentrate with feverish color. eventually though, the my body drifts into a wispy plateau of dull sensations, mixing everything together into an intoxicating concoction that is distinctly late-night brewed. kampai, mi amigos y amigas.

cex is gone from my city. and to quote napoleon dynamite, "demmit! stop ruining my life!" it has been an interesting trip. cecile managed to discover quite a lot of things that i wouldn't normally find had i been undisturbed from my quest to become reigning yahoo pool grandmaster champion. friends should visit me more often!

last night we headed out to ventura to watch gomez. they played an amazing show, with a 2-hour long set! definitely a great way to cap off three days of gig surfing, those guys really brought it down. while you can't always have things your way, i lost my glasses at the beach afterwards. two hours of combing came up empty handed in the middle of the night. good thing i bought an extra pair in manila when i was being picky over two frames. man, i suck.

well, back to everday life. the world is never small enough, and it turns yet again with you and me on different sides of the planet. then a tiny little voice asks, "is it the journey, or the destination?" i guess we'll find out when we get there. wherever it is. :)

cecile met the major proponents of gopezcorp a few minutes ago. it was a classic king benny opening: "anong pangalan ng tatay mo? eh ang nanay mo?... sabi ko na nga ba eh." anyone who's had the opportunity to meet my dad in a personal setting will understand the commotion of the locomotion. we all sat down for the length of a good hour. i love king benny, he's quite the character.

in other news, cecile discovered a cool joint along fairfax last night, 'soul sessions' at this club called fais do-do. open mic freestyle hip-hop fused with funk jazz rhythms from a breakbeat band. definitely a step up on things that i've seen this side of the world. it makes me wonder why all of these gorgeous gigs are happening in LA under my nose without me knowing it. maybe i'm too busy at home playing yahoo pool? in any case, mad props to my current partner in crime. 'sup bebegurl, buti nalang nandiyan kaaa. today we saw a UK band called hope of the states at the el rey theater, and tomorrow we're heading up to ventura for some gomez action. my friends are the coolest cats ever. let the good times roll!

it's been a long week. just wanted to share a picture. click! more to follow from cecile and joey's trip. wooo! :)

a cop car, two ambulances, and a firetruck later, the prettiest girl tonight apologized a little awkwardly when the call she made to report a guy lying on the side of the road in residential manhattan beach was just passed out drunk from another round of saturday shenanigans. its the most amusing thing i've seen in quite a bit- her concern makes her so much more endearing. dear miss, there's no need to apologise when you're an angel :)

after scouring the internet for leads on how to end my reign as yahoo pool champion bum extraordinaire, i have three simultaneous voices ringing in my head. should i go down with the master plan and pawn my soul to the white collar sweatshops? it would be interesting to see what amount they'd put over my head, whether i was prime cut selling at a premium or disposable dog meat. quite honestly though that would come as a side dish because i have other reasons why i'd pawn myself to the financial district. i'm using that as leverage to break myself into bigger, more important fields.

that second voice sings that i should jet my ass out of any comfort zones i'm in, and travel to another far flung country where i can maximize the adventurous spirit my youth can afford to give me (read: no responsibilities, no family to feed, no nothing). just another brave new world to conquer. or am i just polluting myself with reasons to go to japan? seriously though, i could use another overdose of long-term culture shock. say no to drugs, yes to travelling.

in the back of my mind toys an idea of working for a non-profit org, or possibly even volunteer work. mostly though, i just want to make a difference. if not in other people's lives, making a difference in my own is enough - meaning i don't exist just to go through the motions of a 'life'. i want to know that i'm awake not because i wokeup this morning, but i'm awake because there's something i have to do, i have a reason, i have a purpose. and if there's something i need to do right now, its to shut the hell up and go to bed. so much for my analogies. i'm crossing my fingers, there's a big road ahead.

kathlyn is a crazy cat. i love my friends, they're such kooks! they make me realize that the crazy dreams i conjure up the back of my mind can't be too far out of reach. woooo!