I've been in a weird depressive funk all week but everything became almost-peachy again after Thursday evening. By Saturday I was back to my normal self. This is why:



So glad I decided to take a chance and randomly ask Nic if I play, or pretend to play, for Zoo. I'm now a permanent member of the band despite my gross inexperience and all the flailing I did in the background during my first gig with them.


Zoo minus Diego, who disappears after every gig/rehearsal

Last night's gig at Purple Haze? Wow. Too brainded to be clever about how it feels like to be on stage with my guitar, without the stage fright, and to see my friends watching me from the audience. I still have a lot to learn but I'm learning pretty fast, and I can only get better from this point onwards. Fuck, I can't wait for the next one. :D

Oh, and Kurt--Hohobag nights just won't be the same without you. So glad we got to jam one last time. <3

I think this photo pretty much sums it up.



Best party EVAR! More pics of the Hohobags and the TMB monkeys wrecking my place here.

After making this animation, I realized that cameras bring out the whore in camwhore where I'm concerned. o_o


Whatta ho

And just because I like the way I look here:


RIP Mikey and Lauren
The Slutty Pseudo-Couple

So glad I decided to drop by Ateneo last Friday. :)

One of my coworkers sent me a video of a question and answer portion in a Bb. Pilipinas competition. It got me LOLlercoastering for a good five minutes.



Then it got me thinking. How could anyone consider someone like her fit to represent the Philippines and Filipino women in general? Granted, you don't watch beauty pagaents for an accurate representation of cultures from around the world. So what do you do when you come across something unfamiliar - like the "Filipina" for instance - and want instantaneous information about it? You look it up on the intarnets, of course! The intarnets has the answer to everything. Unfortunately, if you type in the word "Filipina" on Google, the first few websites that come out are catalogs of single Filipina women looking for husbands. Which is not to say that placing an advertisement for yourself on the Internet makes you any less Filipina. Whatever floats your boat. But just because this is the route a lot of our female compatriots choose to take, it doesn't mean that all of us Filipinas are mail-order-bride wannabes on the prowl for a rich white husband who will swaddle us in designer clothes and provide us with a green card, half-white kids who'll grow up to be models and celebrities back in the motherland, and a house in the suburbs.


Hohobags behaved

So as my contribution to my mom's campaign to reshape the sexy Filipina image on the Internet, I will talk about a group of Filipino women who don't quite fit the Maria Clara image our society oh-so-values, but who aren't "wild", promiscuous girls either. They are called The Hohobags and I am writing about them because I couldn't think of anything remotely intelligent to say about this topic so I've resorted to whoring my friends to the intarnets they are the group of girl friends every chick should have, except the Hohobags are much more awesomer. I can't remember who coined the word "hohobag" and where it originated from, but I do know that we started using the term around March when we were shopping for graduation dresses in the shade of "hohobag red". I suck at writing definitions but I shall do my best to explain to you the concept of a "hohobag".


( What is a hohobag? )

Sex.
Coconut rhum coke.
Teh lurve pipe.
Two boys fighting.
A dislocated jaw.
A really bad B-movie.
Prissy neighbors.
Brain cells got murdered. Brutally.
A suicide attempt (bourgeois death by drowning in the bathtub).
A rape attempt on a gay boy.
Philosophical discussions on death, long legs, and chickens.
Girls in bikinis.
Girls without shirts.
Boys in girls' clothes.
Seven minutes in a heaven that was a tiny room in the kitchen.
Lots of food.
Lots of laughter.
Lots of great people.
Nearly no drama.
Best party ever.

( What REALLY happened in Room 1606? )

A few more pictures here.

Thanks to all those who came. :)

...my college life will end.

The first of the last month of school was appropriately spent with awesome friends over at the Sunken Garden. It was a gorgeous, windy afternoon and everyone was being so silly and dumb, I nearly pissed myself from laughing so hard.



Academics are still wearing my down, but today was a great day all in all. :)

Pictures here, and you'll have to talk to me if you want to have a copy of the Sunken Garden scandal video. Hahahahaha.

Semi-overdue pictures of last Friday's adventures here.

I feel really lame for flaking out at the last minute and skipping the CERSA variety show, but I had loads of fun at Serendra anyways. Dinner at fancy-schmancy Spanish restuarant + random wandering around lonely streets + expensive as fuck cupcakes + awesome friends = happy happy happy. To think that I didn't drink or smoke a single cigarette all evening!

I finally have the pictures from last week's photoshoot! Thanks again to Mikes, Yasha, and Jomel. You guys are awesome. \m/


( So goth we shit live bats. )

More borderline virginity fun at my Multiply.

In other news, I promised myself I'd hole up in the library today to get some research done. But did I do it? HELL NO! Instead, I met up with Kristel to bitch about boys, grabbed some readings, then went back to sleep. When I woke up, I went to Starbucks with Kristel again, bitched about boys, and made some new friends. I have three papers due next week, two of which must be handed in on Tuesday (I haven't started writing either of them wheeeee). Wohoo, I am so going to regret this. Graduation? What's that?