[busy signaL]
[Saturday, January 29, 2005]
i wasn't able to watch bigote perform at gdonya. some of my gox friends and i had a few rounds of gin bulag and|or gin ice tea at the greenplace around 4pm, and the next coherent thought i had was of jendee asking me what i meant by "i'm not drunk, i'm just drunk" some three hours later.
i was in the football field, and the concert was already underway. after some bullshit involving a star-shaped line of people and some candles, the pops orchestra performed rather be green following a few forgettable numbers. strange how most of the people appeared to have heard it for the first time.
pinas, the first band, was good, and the hundred-thousand-peso fireworks display that accompanied their first song was quite the experience. it was like i was witnessing the birth of the universe.
no really.
some spiraled out at their peak, like galaxies trailing arms; others burst into clouds of color, like newborn nebulas in bloom [excuse my lack of originality]; still others were so large, their big bangs covered the entire skyscape in pinpricks which hung in place for seconds before arcing, dimming, raining down.
this is the part where you say, "whatever you're smoking, i want some of that."
anyway the second band, ephesus, was [paragraph truncated due to offensive content]
bloomfield followed, all four of them in suit and tie. considering that their set was thirty minutes long, it was a wonder they didn't collapse from heatstroke. chudor and i ran into them on our way out after the sandwich set. pleasantly chatty fellows, the guitarist in particular. although their genre of music isn't one of my favorites, i hope they do well [unlike a certain other band whose bassist strums his instrument. wtf].
the sandwich set [including their rendition of huwag na huwag mong sasabihin, which was entirely diego castillo's pakana] was half-done by the time marc abaya managed to get past dlsu security. raimund was necromancer-for-the-night, but marc had his undead moment too, at the height of butterfly carnival.
the girl standing southeast of chudor was rather cute, so my time was divided between talking to him and memorizing myrene's basslines. i didn't bother making conversation with her directly, though, since i assume that she's already spoken for.
they threw a red horse t-shirt into the crowd and for a split-second i thought i was going to get it, but it landed somewhere behind me. damn.
does anyone know where i can buy one?
sige ingat.ΓΌ
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in response to a comment on my previous entry, which runs thus:
Christ died for our sins-
Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved
first of all, anonymous, i would like to correct your grammar - you believe *in* something, not on it. and second, your tactics give the christian community a very desperate and impersonal tone. focus on living your life right and the people you inspire will inspire others.
at this point in time, however, i hardly consider what you did as inspiring.
posted by stani at 1:16 PM
i was in the football field, and the concert was already underway. after some bullshit involving a star-shaped line of people and some candles, the pops orchestra performed rather be green following a few forgettable numbers. strange how most of the people appeared to have heard it for the first time.
pinas, the first band, was good, and the hundred-thousand-peso fireworks display that accompanied their first song was quite the experience. it was like i was witnessing the birth of the universe.
no really.
some spiraled out at their peak, like galaxies trailing arms; others burst into clouds of color, like newborn nebulas in bloom [excuse my lack of originality]; still others were so large, their big bangs covered the entire skyscape in pinpricks which hung in place for seconds before arcing, dimming, raining down.
this is the part where you say, "whatever you're smoking, i want some of that."
anyway the second band, ephesus, was [paragraph truncated due to offensive content]
bloomfield followed, all four of them in suit and tie. considering that their set was thirty minutes long, it was a wonder they didn't collapse from heatstroke. chudor and i ran into them on our way out after the sandwich set. pleasantly chatty fellows, the guitarist in particular. although their genre of music isn't one of my favorites, i hope they do well [unlike a certain other band whose bassist strums his instrument. wtf].
the sandwich set [including their rendition of huwag na huwag mong sasabihin, which was entirely diego castillo's pakana] was half-done by the time marc abaya managed to get past dlsu security. raimund was necromancer-for-the-night, but marc had his undead moment too, at the height of butterfly carnival.
the girl standing southeast of chudor was rather cute, so my time was divided between talking to him and memorizing myrene's basslines. i didn't bother making conversation with her directly, though, since i assume that she's already spoken for.
they threw a red horse t-shirt into the crowd and for a split-second i thought i was going to get it, but it landed somewhere behind me. damn.
does anyone know where i can buy one?
sige ingat.ΓΌ
---
in response to a comment on my previous entry, which runs thus:
Christ died for our sins-
Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved
first of all, anonymous, i would like to correct your grammar - you believe *in* something, not on it. and second, your tactics give the christian community a very desperate and impersonal tone. focus on living your life right and the people you inspire will inspire others.
at this point in time, however, i hardly consider what you did as inspiring.
posted by stani at 1:16 PM