Wednesday, April 20, 2005

The other day, I decided to Copy Paste my blog entries so I get to re-read them here at home, edit them and have them printed. That is for security reasons – just in case (and I hope that not to happen!) things go wrong with the blog with all the entries gone. That’ll be disastrous.
It is funny editing the entries. Hehe, going back the memory lane is cool. I just affirmed how much of a whiner I am, and a sentimental freak as well. Plus, I can’t find but laugh at myself and be ashamed of those many grammatical errors and poor sentence constructions. Dyahe ampota. Well, it is a good thing I recognize them now.

Posted by tengcorrea at 4/20/2005 08:30:00 AM

0 comments Sunday, April 17, 2005

I just came home from a ‘concert’ slash jamming they called “iyak ng gitara”. There were not that much people but as have told Jocel, at times like that, the saying is “quality over quantity” – which is true, right? Plus, seven bands played but some performers played for more than one band. Haha, mix and match ampota. (excuse for the word)

I really do not have problems with very intimate gigs like that. We have a lot of that in school – wow, thanks to that so-called apathy of the Ateneans. :-p So I was kind of in a loner mode the whole time. Everyone from our batch is in Manila already. Dennis and Jim were supposed to watch the gig but since they found no wheels, they backed out last minute. Besides, I think they got tired after our picnic in Dipaculao [more about this later] Mark came really late, with two of his friends from school, whose names I wasn’t able to get but they were really nice.

So how do I find the gig? As I’ve mentioned, it was quite intimate. I do not think the organizers – members of Thorg, really did profit from the gig. Oh well, it is like holding an event not for the money but ‘for the love of it’. And in fairness to all the band performers, all of them played as if they were before a really cooperative audience although it was exactly the opposite. The audience preferred to sit at the back of the Sayans training center. (ha! Sitting – yeye is gonna hate this if she is here :p)

Girls who rock. The girl vocalists Madel and the other girl whose name I do not know (sorry..) were good. Yeah! Talk about girl power. Madell sure learned how to scream – quite in a girly way but hey, it still is a scream and that is cool :o while the girl who fronted for a band called Lipstick sang more cutesy, mainstream songs such as those by Kitchie, Imago and even Vanessa Carlton. She was cute onstage, though - very aspiring. She even did the sign of the cross before a song. Plus, she reminded me of Zyra and the way her band played – the ‘meeting’ effect, particularly, reminded me of our days then, hehe. God, I just realized how much I miss singing in front of a crowd. J

Goin’ Bulilit. What I really find cool was that group of little boys in black shirts who did their thing – a completely new generation slash breed of ‘rockers’. I would have to mention in particular Ambo’s cousin (? Basta, someone in blood relation with ambo, hehe), Tarsi who played the drums well –for his age. The vocalist read the lyrics in front of the people. Err.. that was not a very good idea but I just remember that someone from our generation did that style also. Let us just forget that, hehe.

No Screaming this time. Of course, my cousin’s band seemed over with the screaming thing. Ha, I knew it – it is just a phase that shall pass. I even told him before the gig that two years from now –they are going to be like the AJ Galban’s. Meaning, we are getting old, huhu. (hey, I do not in any way suggest that AJ is that old, the point is that he is just older than us, hehe) They decided to hit it instrumental – I guess for the time being only however. Besides, they do not have a vocalist here so practically, they had no other choice. I love their rendition of the Sassy Girl song! I really do not get it what Reno meant when he said that he was “sala-sala” because he was nervous up there, I love it still. Haha, biased answer. No, really.

Mr. Mario does the Screaming. Santino, one of the organizers if I am not mistaken, performed dressed like Mr. Mario but his performance was definitely not for kids – with all the screaming and the cursing. I am not familiar with their type of music –which is definitely not Sugarfree or Slapshock as they claimed to be- but the drums and the screaming really got me sort of high. I would like to call it pleasant noise – just ride with it; and you and your ears are fine.

Ginger and Spice and Everything Nice. It was my first time to watch Ginger perform - while I am sober, that is. Yeah, the last time I saw them play was in Mayric’s but I was too busy going to and fro the comfort room, I doubt if I could say I actually was able to watch them. Comment? Well, nothing much has changed with Alvin, the vocalist -except for the hair, I guess. He still performs with that insurmountable energy and with those dance steps I forever have been trying to imitate.J I like the idea also of having a ‘trumpet man’ – hehe, I really do not know whether that new band instrument is a trumpet – but anyway, I was reminded of Brownman Revival – I remember that band has lots of those.

Posted by tengcorrea at 4/17/2005 04:25:00 AM

0 comments Saturday, April 09, 2005

WE GOT GRILLED

We got grilled, literally. Since it is Saturday, we decided to make our lunch somehow extra special by having “inihaw” pork chops. Not really a bonding moment for the family since we really did not grill together. Get?

Mother Goose was doing what she loves doing most – according to Papa- and that is washing our clothes. Michael, who I call Ugly Duckling (oh, I just envy my brother who is guapo y muy delgado, hehe) , was out, we did not whether with his Skeleton Gang friends or just outside, playing basketball. I, the Beautiful Fat Swan (hehe, kapal!), was sitting lazily, trying to sleep because of this headache a.k.a. migraine which I was having for the past three days – probably eye strain (thanks to chat-chatan!) or just withdrawal symptoms for that roasted coffee (well, let us just pray this is no cancer.) And so, that leaves us with Papa, the Father Goose, (hehe) to do the grilling.

Of utmost importance is the place where Father Goose did grill the chops. For some odd reason, he did it in our stock / ex-music room next to the kitchen. That is weird, right? you do not grill INSIDE the house but he did and guess what happened. Obviously, smoke filled the house – carbon dioxide (am I right?) replacing the oxygen that is supposed to keep us all breathing and alive, right? Mother had to stop doing her laundry; we both got annoyed, of course, and we both cried – because of the smoke, that is. Michael came and was thrilled (yeah right) with what was happening. Thank God, Father decided to transfer and finish the grilling outside.

REALIZATION / insightKUNO: can you just imagine how it is when you are inside a house that is really on fire?

Posted by tengcorrea at 4/09/2005 06:51:00 PM

0 comments Friday, April 08, 2005

MOVEMENT& WHY I HATE IT

If there is one thing nowadays that saddens me, (since there is no schoolwork this summer to cause me depression, hehe) it is movement. I despise the feeling that people keep on moving and it is sad that it seems I am being left behind.

Being ‘Room Alone’

For one, in our dormitory, three of my roommates are moving out. And take note, we are only four in the room which means that I am the only one who would be left in our good ‘ol Africa room. Charm is moving to Makati since she found a new job in Ayala. Even if we did not get to spend that much time talking and bonding since she always had her dinner with her boyfriend and she usually sleeps late and wakes up late while I sleep late but earlier than she does and wake up really early and go to school; I am sure going to miss her and her cheerful disposition.

Khia, my kikay roommate, would transfer to La Salle after spending a year in Miriam College. Of course, who would not miss Khia? I am sure everyone in the dorm would miss her - the way she does the “sayaw kikay”; her vanity; her screams while at the CR as she is sooo scared; her frank criticism of our fashion statements; her rants about some of her friends; her stories and tears when it comes to her one and only true love; and of course, I would personally miss her “teng Correa!” greeting to me every time I arrive.

Llane, on the other hand, my partner as the original room pasaway since last year when Kare and Tara left us, is leaving me now. She still is studying in Ateneo but she is planning to not stay in a dorm anymore. I think her mom wants her to just go to their home, which is in Las Piñas, everyday. (Good luck, dear. I am sure you no longer need to be in a diet, in that case). I am sure going to miss her – her quietness which I like when I need concentration with what I am doing; her passion for romance novels such as “Bandits’ Romance” (yes, that is how cheesy the titles are, hehe, peace); and of course, her love for sleeping. I catch her sleeping almost all the time –whether I go to our room at 1030 in the morning or 4 in the afternoon, she is sleeping. And the funny thing about her sleeping habit is that I can easily tell if she has a long test or a paper due the next day, she sleeps extra earlier. Haha, talk about a real escapist. :-p

Missing the Ninjas, the Creative Peeps & the Block.

I have talked about this before, right? Certainly, I still cannot help now but miss the wonderful time I have spent working with such talented people. Yes, after several weeks, I am still not over it.

Now that I am in my province, (and God, I have to spend almost two months here), certainly, if there is one thing I miss most there in the city, aside from the shopping malls, hehe – that would be my block – A3. hmmppfff.. I feel bad almost all A3s are taking up Economics this summer. Huhu, I could not imagine having no class with the block.

BEING A SUMMER BUM

I feel bad being a bum, even if it is summer and most people say that I need this break. Everyone I know is taking their summer classes – both my blockmates and my high school friends, that is. And it may sound odd but I feel guilty about it that right now, I am squeezing my brain of all the possible productive things I could do this summer, of course, preferably here in Baler.

Choice1: Apprentice jobs in the town hall or in any government office is impossible since from what I know, they give slots to those who most need extra money.

Choice2: My mom, whom I call now Mother Goose, suggests that I hone my musical skills by taking up either piano or voice lessons. I am still thinking about it. I tend to easily get frustrated – especially when I try to learn something new and I feel that I suck at it – like driving and playing the guitar.

Choice3: My father said I could be an announcer or DJ for a local station here with the segment for teens. Haha, he IS kidding, right? It is very much related to my course but it does not sound like a very good idea. Haha, I cannot imagine myself giving advice on pimples, crushes or first loves. I must admit, though, that for a split sec, I considered doing that. Hehe.

Choice4: or I could write a story or articles this summer and contribute to teen magazines or to our literary magazine. But what I am going to write about? And do I write that well? Hay, my nega attitude is surfacing again and it is dragging me down. Well, good luck to me. I need your prayers, puh-leesse.

Posted by tengcorrea at 4/08/2005 06:44:00 PM

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Posted by tengcorrea at 4/08/2005 06:44:00 PM

0 comments Friday, April 01, 2005

relief.

It feels so good to be able to let out the sincerest apology ever. Hay.. thank god, I feel a lot better now that I was able to say my genuine “sorry” to a cousin whom I had a misunderstanding with for the past few months. I am not yet sure how things are gonna be like when we see each other again _ (and of course, I know that it is inevitable) but at least, even if we are not yet at ease with one another when that time comes, we know that we have an understanding of how we feel.

Blood definitely is thicker than water. But I guess with our situation, it is more than that. God knows I love my cousin even if I cannot deny that for some time, I have hated her more than anyone else.

Sometimes, we have to hate to learn to love or to realize that we love that person more than we think. In the same way that loneliness gives more meaning to happiness, hate accentuates love.