[busy signaL]
[Monday, October 18, 2004]
i planned to update last sunday afternoon, but my sister insisted on finishing her project on the travels of rizal. naturally, her groupmates forgot to reserve the laptop, forcing their teacher to move their presentation down to tomorrow, i think.
geez, i could've told her that would happen.
well, anyway:
i. five-six
yot made special mention for everybody to avoid black and maong since her debut was spring-themed. naturally i decided that the best way to break both mores with one getup was to go as a dance instructor in a gunmetal top and baston jeans. searching through my dad's closet, however, i discovered that he didn't have any such shirts, although he did have a number of horizontally-striped ones. i then selected an extremely tacky, guaranteed-never-to-be-in-fashion, semitransparent polo with stripes in mauve and salmon, and voila, the only things missing were the scooter and accent [which pb maintains i will never master].
ii. takaw-mata
dinner started and i piled my plate high, as usual. i had dipped my dinner roll in the soup they had served as an appetizer and was literally about to bite into it when the debut directrix announced for the 18 roses to make their way to the stage. i was the 16th. i still had a clear view of my plates [notice here the pluralization] from my place in line. the roll was slowly sinking into the soup. needless to say, i poiselessly ran back to my seat the moment my turn was up.
reggie and jomic won a bottle of wine apiece. you know that saying that when you want something bad enough, the world conspires with you to get it? that happens to malateans when alcohol's involved.
iii. silver and gold
actually the gold came first: yot had a few rounds of fireworks fired before the dance floor and bar were opened. that's the advantage of outdoor events. of course there's the threat of rain, but i for one think that a light drizzle adds to ambience, especially if it's a candlelit affair. well, so long as the rain doesn't put out the candles, anyway.
silver, on the other hand, was the name of the showband hired for the debut. they were off to a shaky start, with evanescence's bring me to life and some song by linkin prak, the title of which i did not care to remember. the only noteworthy detail about the first song was that the bassist, a bear of a man, provided a falsetto second voice for the chorus. as for the second song, let's just say it was amusing to watch three-fourths of malate stampede to the bar the moment its composers became evident, as well as to hear a collective "oh god, no!" when silver announced that they'd be doing three sets that night.
but they turned out ok, since they had prepared songs from every decade from the 60s onwards. elvis doesn't sound so bad unplugged, really. kat even took hold of a spare mic at one point. she later told me that silver's [dare i say it?] hot lead vocalist was turning 30 the next friday. i never would have guessed. going back, i danced with dandi, mostly [ha, i told you i was a competent dancer!].
iv. a series of unfortunate events
it was around this time that a certain malatean [let us refer to him as 'virginia'] decided to drink himself into a stupor. the good news is that that didn't happen. the bad news is that he drank himself into a frenzy instead. long story short, five of us had to bodily carry him out of the venue and bundle him into miko's car, which would then transport chris, pearl, the rabid virginia, and myself to the nearest sogo or anito hotel. the first motel we came to [a sogo, i believe] was full up, so miko's parents volunteered to have us stay over instead. so from intramuros [where the debut had been held], we were soon on our way to quezon city, locale of
v. casa gomez
by far the most interesting aspect of the impromptu overnighter* was miko's younger sister, maika. she possessed an all-too-familiar bored teenage american accent, and miko soon confirmed my suspicions that she was indeed a povedan. a sophomore at that. and an acquaintance of trish and carmen. "small world" just doesn't cut it anymore.
and yet a honorable mention had to go to virginia himself, who despite being out cold for a prior hour still managed to regain enough consciousness to mumble something to the effect of "get your hands off my cujones" when chris and i attempted to separate him from his slacks.
vi. haller!?
rogi got word this afternoon that we [kimber, renz, loyvin, rogi, and myself] were chosen to represent our batch in the band portion of the pasicatchan. if this is indeed true then i guess we have to finalize our band name. how does "dai mayuge" sound to you? it means "bushy eyebrows" in japanese.
sige ingat.ΓΌ
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overnighter: the males of the species will inevitably use this word to refer to any overnight event; females will instead use the term "sleepover". at least we guys are honest about no actual sleep taking place.
posted by stani at 11:59 PM
geez, i could've told her that would happen.
well, anyway:
i. five-six
yot made special mention for everybody to avoid black and maong since her debut was spring-themed. naturally i decided that the best way to break both mores with one getup was to go as a dance instructor in a gunmetal top and baston jeans. searching through my dad's closet, however, i discovered that he didn't have any such shirts, although he did have a number of horizontally-striped ones. i then selected an extremely tacky, guaranteed-never-to-be-in-fashion, semitransparent polo with stripes in mauve and salmon, and voila, the only things missing were the scooter and accent [which pb maintains i will never master].
ii. takaw-mata
dinner started and i piled my plate high, as usual. i had dipped my dinner roll in the soup they had served as an appetizer and was literally about to bite into it when the debut directrix announced for the 18 roses to make their way to the stage. i was the 16th. i still had a clear view of my plates [notice here the pluralization] from my place in line. the roll was slowly sinking into the soup. needless to say, i poiselessly ran back to my seat the moment my turn was up.
reggie and jomic won a bottle of wine apiece. you know that saying that when you want something bad enough, the world conspires with you to get it? that happens to malateans when alcohol's involved.
iii. silver and gold
actually the gold came first: yot had a few rounds of fireworks fired before the dance floor and bar were opened. that's the advantage of outdoor events. of course there's the threat of rain, but i for one think that a light drizzle adds to ambience, especially if it's a candlelit affair. well, so long as the rain doesn't put out the candles, anyway.
silver, on the other hand, was the name of the showband hired for the debut. they were off to a shaky start, with evanescence's bring me to life and some song by linkin prak, the title of which i did not care to remember. the only noteworthy detail about the first song was that the bassist, a bear of a man, provided a falsetto second voice for the chorus. as for the second song, let's just say it was amusing to watch three-fourths of malate stampede to the bar the moment its composers became evident, as well as to hear a collective "oh god, no!" when silver announced that they'd be doing three sets that night.
but they turned out ok, since they had prepared songs from every decade from the 60s onwards. elvis doesn't sound so bad unplugged, really. kat even took hold of a spare mic at one point. she later told me that silver's [dare i say it?] hot lead vocalist was turning 30 the next friday. i never would have guessed. going back, i danced with dandi, mostly [ha, i told you i was a competent dancer!].
iv. a series of unfortunate events
it was around this time that a certain malatean [let us refer to him as 'virginia'] decided to drink himself into a stupor. the good news is that that didn't happen. the bad news is that he drank himself into a frenzy instead. long story short, five of us had to bodily carry him out of the venue and bundle him into miko's car, which would then transport chris, pearl, the rabid virginia, and myself to the nearest sogo or anito hotel. the first motel we came to [a sogo, i believe] was full up, so miko's parents volunteered to have us stay over instead. so from intramuros [where the debut had been held], we were soon on our way to quezon city, locale of
v. casa gomez
by far the most interesting aspect of the impromptu overnighter* was miko's younger sister, maika. she possessed an all-too-familiar bored teenage american accent, and miko soon confirmed my suspicions that she was indeed a povedan. a sophomore at that. and an acquaintance of trish and carmen. "small world" just doesn't cut it anymore.
and yet a honorable mention had to go to virginia himself, who despite being out cold for a prior hour still managed to regain enough consciousness to mumble something to the effect of "get your hands off my cujones" when chris and i attempted to separate him from his slacks.
vi. haller!?
rogi got word this afternoon that we [kimber, renz, loyvin, rogi, and myself] were chosen to represent our batch in the band portion of the pasicatchan. if this is indeed true then i guess we have to finalize our band name. how does "dai mayuge" sound to you? it means "bushy eyebrows" in japanese.
sige ingat.ΓΌ
---
overnighter: the males of the species will inevitably use this word to refer to any overnight event; females will instead use the term "sleepover". at least we guys are honest about no actual sleep taking place.
posted by stani at 11:59 PM