Okay, for about twenty seconds I thought about making this a secret journal. Which is kind of stupid, as it is on cyberspace and all.

Add me up. I'm a picky bitch, but you might get lucky.

More info in the userinfo, but of course.

Flist, I feel like I can tell you that this week is one of those awful, overly-hormonal weeks where I have nice and vaguely entertaining dreams about:

a) Hope Solo
b) random hockey players
c) a Younghusband. It doesn't matter which one, they kind of blend together in a blur of slanted, laughing eyes and broad shoulders.

Chicago, in the immortal words of Jillian Adona: Y U NO TAP THAT? By THAT, I mean ME, and by Chicago, I don't mean truck drivers.

( No. Seriously. Truck drivers. I'm in America and I'm still getting hit on by truck drivers. How is this my life? IDK either. )

( I hate to be so negative, but eljay, sometimes I feel like you're the only one who truly understands my inner manpain. )

My life needs more real boys. In the words of Juno MacGuff:

I was thinking more, like, graphic designer... mid thirties, you know, with a cool Asian girlfriend who, like, dresses awesome and rocks out on the bass guitar. But I don't want to be too particular.

By Asian girlfriend, I mean me. And instead of rocks out on the bass guitar, I mean, geeks out over books and comics. I could rock that.

I just. I just have stupidly high standards. It's easy to find a bunch of people who fit the mold physically. But does he make me laugh? Does he read the same books? Does he listen to interesting music? Will we come home to each other, collide like magnets in our warm nestbed and listen to tomorrow's birds outside our window?

Yes, yes, yes, oh baby, yes.

Anyway. If anyone's reading this, let's talk about you. How are you? What have you been up to lately?

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Drawings of men with faithful hands
They will make such good boyfriends

Gig Report 020610

Meiday Meiday!



Bands that played:

Itchyworms
Taken By Cars
Pedicab
Ciudad
Us-2 Evil-0
Arigato Hato
Outerhope
Zach and the Action Pact
Techy Romantics
Ang Bandang Shirley
The Purplechickens
Halik ni Gringo
The Discoball
Top Junk
Sunflowerdaycamp
Misyonaryo
Love Never Dies
The Lowtechs



However, this gig report contains only:

( Techy Romantics )

( Sunflower Day Camp )

( Outerhope )

( Arigato! Hato )

( Us-2 Evil-0 )
( Itchyworms )

( Pedicab )

SO I started the night alone (The Flake Report: Rage wins again. Karen donutclick had no transpo and Redej incalicoskies was princess-and-frogging. I WANT ALSO. No, scratch that, I want WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE. MAAAAX! :D :D :D) Then I texted Catcor, but before she could text me where to find her, I spotted Ate Tinka (flower in her hair! awesome dress!) so I texted her too. Met a couple of her friends (okay, her friend, and the friend's Swiss cousin who kind of reminded me of Paolo). Hung out at Sputnik for awhile (have never been there while it was open. FIRST! They had DMZ and Scott Pilgrim 5. I cannot wait for Scott Pilgrim 6. The big finale!)

Then I met Ren (sp?) who WATCHED METAMORPHOSES. Not only that, he watched my reading of Chimaera at the Heights booklaunch. Before watching Metamorphoses! HAHA. Rage overdose or what. He said he really liked when I went out and talked with the audience and I kind of went \o/ FTW! That's... twice in two days I got recognized as Little Girl. HAHA. Awesomesauce.

Anyway. Ate Tinka and Arianne and Albert had to go to some party in Makati, and I couldn't come with because of stupid curfew, so I went looking for Catcor again (I could write a poem on that) annnd... bumped into Vicious~! Who was with his high school friend and his girlfriend. So I had someone to hang out with again, since I think Vicious was feeling like a third wheel or something. HAHA. Outerhope was finishing their set then, so Arigato was up next.

( sidebar )

When I inched closer to the stage for Arigato, I bumped (literally) into Vi-Ann! And Precious' sister Charm. Apparently, Vi's brother was Catcor's boyfriend. What a small world. Or not, since their batchmates and everything. So! Catcor was awesome and cute, but then Vi was leaving and she didn't have her phone, so I went back to Vicious, who treated me to a drink (muchos gracias~!)- there was a weird moment when some French (?) tourist touched my head (I was wearing my blue, black and white striped beanie) and said, "Cool! Cool!" and I just said, "Er, THANK YOU!" then hightailed it out of there.

And then we (me and Vicious, fortified with prom punch) tried to find a good place to watch Itchyworms. I looked at the stuff in The Junkie Shop stall for a bit, since the view was okay-ish, but we couldn't linger, so we snuck around to the back for a better view. I saw Bianca and Kasey too- I think we all went home with the same shirts. WOO MEIDAY! I plan to cut the collar out of mine, as it's a little big to be comfy.

Pedicab's set was wild, like I said earlier, but not as wild as when Raimund Marasigan pulled himself up onto an amp and stage-dived. But like, no one caught him, I think, so that was a bit awkward. Heh.

( Read more... )

Anyhoo~ awesome night! Made up for yesternights awkwardness, at least. I liked the outfit I was wearing too, though I abandoned my Chucks/combat boots for two-and-a-half inch heels, since I'm short and at gigs, all the extra height you can get is a good thing. Left before Taken By Cars and the last three bands, because it was hours after my curfew. HAHA. If I knew that it would've started kind of on time (and it did? An hour and a half is good time. Hee.) then I would've gone earlier. Hot damn.

Tonight made me excited for the amp recital! YAYYY. And took my mind off things I have to get anal about. Dammit. HAHA!

(About last night, in thirty words or less: I ate and he had nothing. That should've been symptomatic. My belly full and my arms empty, I made a few risky choices that cost me nothing, in the end.)

Ten years ago, I was nine and in the fourth grade, and I was going blind. The world was growing blurrier everyday, colors starting to mix together and letters becoming harder and harder to read.

(Okay, the alternative to that was going insane, or being dyslexic, but blind seemed like the safer option at that point.)

It turns out I was going blind in the most literal sense possible: I needed glasses. I'd never needed them before, but people have started wearing glasses at a younger age, and I was genetically pre-disposed to, anyway.

Plus, I read a lot. I always had a book with me. I learned the terrain of the school so I could read while walking. I learned to go down to the cafeteria early so I could sit, undisturbed, at a table. Just me and Dickens. Or me and Alcott. Or me and Hamilton. I could be hungry for actual food and voracious for more things to read, at the same time. (Nine was also a year after that infamous article that divulged I read in the bathroom. In hindsight, the teasing of my peers = small potatoes- a lot of people read in the bathroom. While they were probably just shitting and making weird faces, I was getting through another Nancy Drew. Sucks to be you, third graders of 1998.)

So yeah, going blind: inevitable. I just got new glasses last week. Everyone asks if they're real. They look too thick to be. Without them, I'm useless- slamming into walls, getting lost, ignoring people because I can't recognize their faces.

My favorite bookstore in the world is a transient one- and the wider world of the internet has given me other bookbuying options, though often I am cashless (and actually, credit card-less, so how would I pay.) Here is one I would buy from, if I had the cash: Avalon.ph. I haven't had the chance to look around since rehearsal started (my whole life was put on pause, HAHA), but sembreak. Sembreak and I will conquer the mountain of books I've been hoarding. Just you wait.

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"I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.”
-Jorge Luis Borges

Mary Zimmerman's Metamorphoses takes off from Ovid’s narrative poem and spins ten verse stories where pain, loss, selfishness and cruelty are transfigured by love. The avaricious Midas surrenders his power to turn everything to gold in exchange for the life of his daughter. Orpheus, prematurely widowed, sets out for the Underworld to meet with Hades and bargain to reclaim Eurydice, his wife, back. Eros, god of love and lust encounters Psyche, a woman who questions love, and falls for her. The god of springtime, Vertumnus, takes on various disguises and tells outrageous stories to impress a beautiful wood nymph. And there's Myrrah, firm in her belief that she would never fall in love, who angers the goddess Aphrodite and gets punished by falling heads over heels over her father. These and other ancient tales are retold to touch contemporary sensibilities, making us remember or project our own metamorphosis through the power of love.


Directed by
BJ Crisostomo

Artistic Consultant
Dr. Ricardo Abad


Showdates:
September 16-18 and 23-25, 7 PM
September 19 and 26, 2 PM

at the Rizal Mini Theater, Loyola Schools

For Ticket Sales and Inquires contact
Ivanna Pacis at 09052412107.


Experience the transfiguring power of love.

Metamorphoses' Multiply Site
http://metamorphoses09.multiply.com/

Metamorphoses' Trailer Video
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tu_IQM97MmI

Video directed and edited by Ella Palileo and Miguel de Quiros


Copyright

Premiered in New York City by
The Second Stage Theatre, New York, September 2001

Artistic Director: Carole Rothman
Managing Director: Carol Fishman
Executive Director: Alexander Fraser

METAMORPHOSES was originally produced by
Lookingglass Theatre Company, Chicago

OVID'S METAMORPHOSES translated by David Slavitt,
Johns Hopkins University Press, 1994

Rainer Maria Rilke's Poem ORPHEUS, EURYDICE, HERMES.
Translated by Stephen Mitchell, 1995 Modern Library

You are my only hideaway, you make my world seem bigger.

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(If only, if only, said the moon to the sun.)

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Sometimes I wish I could bleach my brain.

When I was eight years old, I thought, "I am certain I can conquer my state of not being able to fly." I felt flight in my bones. I felt my bones becoming hollow and marrowless, becoming readied for the great blue beyond, and so I climbed to the top of our barn. The wind was mild. I made my way over to the edge of the barn's peaked roof. I looked. It was a long way down. I opened an umbrella, not that I needed to. It was simply an insurance policy.
         Edging the heel of one boot off the roof, I filled my lungs. I stepped the other foot forward into the nothingness of air, following the route of the birds.
         The results were not as I had expected.
         My stomach, in a trancelike, gravity-free state, did fly. It soared. Though, sadly, the rest of my body obeyed physical laws.
         I woke a little later on the ground, a bit broken, a goat nibbling on my hair, my umbrella inverted at every spine. I didn't call out or complain, "Aye! My aching bones," or, "What a mess I've made of a perfectly good, barely used body," but rather, staring up at the sky, I thought, "With a bit more practice I'm certain I can get it right."
 
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I hate not having a voice, and I hate not being able to ask for help, and I hate being sick, most of all.

I actually started this before today- but only finished it today, so. Didn't make it. :|

( for <lj user = 14valentines> )

I wrote something. Again. I wrote something LONG. I have to STAY AWAY from the computer, but then how about my requirements? And oh my I bought two new books, they should really STOP having those sales in Dela Costa. I have no money now. And I still have like, fifteen more books I could buy. :(( Anyway. The thing I wrote is not particularly funny and it's kind of about love but not really and has a gay character in it. Again.

...maybe I do have a style.

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For Reese. (And maybe Josh, because I kind of used his name in it and I haven't asked him so I'll edit this when he agrees. HAHA.)
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( Chimaera (The Fictional Rise of the Social Hygiene Movement of the 21st Century) )