When Faced with Life's Witty Way of Telling you, "You're stupid most of the time"

I'm not going to write about anything about the last damned week except my stay at Al Galang and Kenneth Keng's place. I dare not say that ignorance is bliss cause at this point knowing the truth is.

So much wiping has to be done for these series of events.

For now, a bottle of wine will be nice.

SATURDAY: Gerard Salgo/Fei Ruanto: Gege Master PekPek's (pekpek =vagina) birthday

It was Gege, the master pekpek's (pekpek =vagina) birthday, if there was someone who will be the equivalent of all our perverseness in chardonnay it's master Gege our guitarist.

It was a rather special day and the overnight got split into two. We celebrated Gege's birthday at his place in Novaliches till 6am and then I slept again at Mama Fei's dorm for one hour.

The Who: Gerard is Chardonnay's guitarist. Just like Mama Fei, I meet him 3 weeks ago at mini stop. It was our first meeting but that didnt stop him from making a joke about what i was wearing. We were going to get 1 or 2 at sarah's in u.p. "1 or 2" means 1 or two beers. Sarah's was a very laid back place. actually it's a must that you should only be wearing rugged or you-almost-looked-like-you-got-mugged clothes. That day i was wearing a dress with a thick brown belt and my gladiator sandals.

"Over dressed ba ako?" (Am i over dressed?)

"Hindi naman. Isipin mo na lang asa Greenbelt ka!" (Uhh no...not really (sarcastically) just imagine that you're at Greenbelt)

And it went on for the rest of the night. That night 3 weeks ago, we all clicked and the next thing we knew was that we were making a song. We adjourned at 2:30am.

The Room: Well I didnt really sleep at his place. but we all celebrated his birthday at Gege's rooftop in Novaliches till 6 in the morning.

The Food: Afritada, Rice and Chicken Barbecue, Rum and Coke (Oh YEAH!)

The Famous Lines:

"Yun Oh!"

"Bastusan lang!"

"Sex lang no offense" ---This came from him

Other interesting bits: (to be continued)

FRIDAY: Fei Ruanto: Pervy Nights and Dormitory time

I have never tried staying at a dorm before. My sisters and my brother studied in u.p. Los Banos that's why they were able to experience dorm life. As for me among all my siblings I'm the only one who studied in Diliman which meant that i had no excuse to stay at a dorm because our former home at camp aguinaldo was just 15 mins away from u.p.

The Who: Fei is Cyd's "baba" (their terms of endearment; Cyd is Chardonnay's bassist), I met her 3 weeks ago at maginhawa ministop and we've been having a blast with kopi roti, music and pervy times

The Food: I was served red big hotdogs, rice and chicken afritada


The Famous Line/s: Okay i have to deviate from the usual. We'd normally hang out as a group, Fei the mama of chardonnay and the pervy gentlemen of Chardonnay. So the lines that i will post here have been made collectively.

"It's a fine evening is it not? Fancy a fuck?"

"Excuse me... can i come in your mouth?"

"Sex lang no offense"

"Practice makes pekpek"

---this is practically how fucking smart we all get.

The Room: Mama Fei offered me two options. Either i stay at the upper deck of the double deck bed or sleep right next to her on her single type bed. I choose the latter of course nothing beats physical comfort. hehehe.

The room was practically shared by two people. Mama Fei was supposed to stay on the upper deck but she refused cause she wanted proper cool air circulating when she sleeps. (remember: cool air goes down)

Other interesting bits: I may have met her for only a few weeks but the bond i shared with her and the chardonnay family has been magical. It's cliche but it felt like i had known them for like forever. I have never kept any secrets from them and i felt comfortable with who i am around them. it was like shedding clothes (yes i like that phrase cause i'm perverted) and laughing out loud nakedly with them.

I had always been on constant search of people who will stick by, if possible, forever and this bunch i hope will stick next to my sweaty skin for the rest of our pervy and musical lives.

Mama Fei, thanks for filling up that bed space in my swollen heart. You and the pervy boys have been very entertaining and addicting.

Thursday: Sick as a bitch

Me and my band jammed at Gig Studio in Cubao. It was good times until i started feeling like puking. And then i started getting cold. and then i got migraine. So sadly i had to reschedule my sleepover at Kenneth Keng's house. I had to stay at Touchdown for the night.

Probably because i got over fatigued in planning and i couldn't sleep properly because of the constant travel and the excitement it brings everyday.

I hate this I'm two days behind my sleepover.

Wednesday: Downtime on sleepover Hightimes on Acid Jazz with Makopa

For updating's sake. I was not able to go to chari's house. I had to go to a gig at magnet katipunan before i can sleepover at her place but it would have been too late and she needed to sleep early cause she has work the next day.

However, Wednesday was freakin incredible. I took Adam's class at Eastwood studio and it was entirely different from what i was used to. ( i was used to taking Ryan and Marc's class. It was the first time that i took a class that an american guy thought.) After that, Adam and I headed for Magnet katipunan for Jazz night. My friends' band Makopa will be playing. The last time i saw them play was two years ago and during that last time i can say that they were awesome.

Makopa is composed of Alay (on beatable materials), Ime ( on the low blow strings), Arbie (on the fluid strings), Jason (on that organ haha!), and lil miss Nikka (on the vox box). They belong to our organization in u.p. called U.P. Music Circle. And they play acid jazz awesome-ly.

That day was just the 2nd time that i met Adam, We were supposed to go with Joy to Magnet but she neeoded to go elsewhere. So it was just me and Adam that went. i was kinda scared that it wasn't his thing. but turns out though that he loves music. Infact he plays music and sings soul.

So we went there and watched them play and Adam was completely taken away by them. and Makopa never failed to amuse me and they completely filled me in with awesome solid acid jazz music.

After 3 or four beers and three tequilas for adam and iced tea and 3 tequila shots for me we had to split.




It was an awesome acid jazz night. I'm looking forward to hear Adam sing soon.

Let's jam mister Adam!

TUESDAY: Carlo Abadilla: Bananas and Sauseges, are they naturally good or evil

The Who: I've known Carlo for a year now. He plays the drums for the band "head" and i met him during Anna's birthday party a year a go. During our first jam. His first question to me was...

"Are you high?"


We constantly fought during the whole year of our friendship. And i screamed and cursed at his face a number of times during one of our worst arguments. I'd like to add more detail as to how colorful our friendship was but I'd rather not. But after everything that has happened we made up and now he's here to feed me and let me stay in his house for one night. I hope he doesnt put poison on my food after all that cursing.

The Food: He served me banana split on vanilla ice cream with strawberry syrup. It was awesome but then i started looking for something salty...my eyes got fixated at the beautiful libby's vienna sausage can and that was the end for those sausages.

The Famous Lines: "In this world, there are only two kinds of people, the people who believe in humanity and people who don't."

"Do you like it? I like it and I'm happy with it and this is my house. If you wanna be happy, go to your own house." --he was talking about the banana split.

The Room: He made me stay at his humble room where there was a picture of the virgin Mary staring at the wall. There was an old coin hanging from one of the bed posts. He said that if he hears it clicking against the pole he'll know what I'm doing. I told him, i dont think i can even do it with Mama Mary staring at me in the face.

Other interesting bits: We first started talking about his humanity ideas. He said that the world is not divided between two kinds of people, nuns and convicts but instead we can all be classified into two types, people who believe in humanity and people who don't. I personally agree with him because for me, the world around us is our own creation. If we believe in humanity we constantly strive for humanity's sake but if we don't we simply do not care and we end up fucking other people's lives around us.

If you think that the world is booming with positive vibes any offset in your life is considered as a necessary development for you to get to where you have to be or where you need to be. The world is beautiful and you look forward to any adventure and changes in your life. But if you think that the world is fucked up and all it does it to fucking disappoint you, it will indeed will and any form of happiness or good will to you will not be felt and touched innocently by you for you'd always have this thought at the back of your head that it's either not real or people are doing it because they need something from you.

I heard from a discussion a few months ago that optimistic people take more risk therefore they have more room for success. They may fail at times but their positive outlook keeps them going until they finally succeed. Pessimists however take fewer risk. Therefore they get less chances of succeeding in their own fields and personal dilemmas.

People for me are not naturally evil. Even convicts or killers loved someone in their lifetime. Who we are, are not simply dictated by one action or one deed that we do in our lives. We continuously develop and create ourselves everyday till death. no one, not even you can say who you are. saying or classifying who you are simply puts an end to the true you. Your definition happens and would only finally solidify when there is no more room for change and that is at your death for in your death who you are will not be dictated in simple adjectives or simple words. Who you are is the whole life you lived.

How did the night go: After the snacky dinner. We decided to watch old skool which was fucking hilarious. Will Ferrel at one point in the movie ran naked on the streets saying, "We're streaking!" ----i didn't know what it fucking meant. ( turns out it kinda means protesting i think)

and then, since he has internet i had to abuse my stay a little so i updated the blog. While i was doing so. He watched a football game and we slept at 3am.

I woke up at 10am but i couldnt leave the house. I was infact scared to leave the room without him picking me up since he decided to sleep in the couch.He has a big family (he's the 2nd in 6 kids) and im scared to talk to them without him. So i just layed there for 1 hour because i was sickenly patient. and after awhile i decided to give his cel a call. I knew that if i didnt he would have probably went on roaming in dreamland.

And then after a hearty breakfast at 10am. i left the house.

I enjoyed the stay mainly because whenever i get to hang out with him, i always excercise my brain and it was the first time in months after that terrible road that we both went through.

Take care Caloy!

TOUCHDOWN: Smells like jazz music

last night was touchdown night and i had a fucking migraine. I felt like my head was trying to reenact the freakin parting of the red sea. Tried eating and tried resting but there was no slowing it down. Took 2 advils, ate fruits but it kept going and going and then....

then came jazz music and that was the end of it.

I'm used to getting migraines since i was a kid. i started from paracetamol then upgraded to taking two then switched to mefanemic acid 250 then 500 and now 1000. But one thing that i can never get used to is the motherfucking pain. I have high pain tolerance but when it shoots up my head it's end of days for me. Sometimes the pain amuses me to the point that i'd bang my head to the wall but i won't feel it. there's just me and my fucking headache.

My mom knows how to cure it perfectly... it was to make me happy. She'd stop whatever she's doing just to play barbie with me or to start rubbing my back and almost instantly the pain goes away. happiness just bursted it out of my head.

But then... yesterday was just completely new... i was happy not because of playing barbies or my mom rubbing my back... it was jazz music. that spontaneous music that may seem sudden and completely out of line but that's the beauty of it...you can never tell what notes they'll play next all you can do is to just surrender to every sudden beat, every off beaten tune and then you start finding out that it all fits together that sometimes sudden changes in your monotonous life may seem ugly and completely fucked but then you soon find out that it all fits together.

i love jazz... and the person who played it for me.

My space before i left

Honestly, I was mega hyped in leaving the house. It was finally an actual tiny taste of full independence. I was not going to live in the same roof with my parents in the next days of my overnight adventure.

A few hours before i left, nanay started lecturing me about living amoung other people mainly because i will be a reflection of our household. And then she did what most catholic moms would do. She gave me a rosary and a freakin bible. (my evilness has melted away)

Before I left, i took a bunch of photos of my space at the basement. If it was the last time that i was going to see it in a month i should take a peice of it with me to remind me how hard and awesome my bed is back home.

When you want to travel in decent clothes

welcome to the dressing
room....

The Charity List for Week 1

Shit....

Packing is such a hassle... and it's not even done.

The week is almost filled up here are the following losers who said yes to sheltering a bastard.

Monday : Touchdown (i invited myself haha!)

Tuesday : Carlo Abadilla

Wednesday : Chari Villegas

Thursday : Kenneth Keng

Friday : Benj Villena


Whatelse... Here are some mandatory points for the "sleeping around session".

When i get to the house... i need a fucking red carpet (kiddin)

Actually i'm going to hand out an i.d. type piece of paper stating that i need to be fed cause i'm fucking poor and that i need tiny bits of info from you. You have to give me back the i.d. the morning after before i leave with the donation so i'll have no reason to leech on you and stay at your flat to hog your fridge.

I'm gonna fucking miss this house...my dogs and my crazy family. ( they were very supportive in getting rid of me)

Last Day at Homebase

My last night here at homebase. A couple of things that I'd be mentioning in my next entries that i'd like you guys to know:

1. Homebase = My own house here at the fort

2. Touchdown = That House

2. That Someone = That Someone

3. Organics = Lunch or Dinner

4. Studio 1 = Bikram yoga studio in Makati

5. Studio 2 = Bikram yoga Studio in qc

6. Nanay = Mom

7. Tatay = Dad ( for my foreigner friends)

8. QC = Quezon City


I still have not packed but i pictured what I'm bringing and packing tom. I'm sure I'll look like a walking Christmas tree with all the bags attached to me when i travel all over Metro Manila in the hopes that I'd get a piece of every individual's brain that i "sleep with" (literally sleep with). It'll be fun I'm sure... I'm just picturing the traveling with all those bags with me. So good-fucking-luck to that.

On the other hand, i practiced yoga in Eastwood today. Was supposed to try out this new instructor Adam ( comment: the name sounds like it was made for an alpha-male ) but Joy said he'll be in the morning and i normally go there at 4pm during Sundays. The morning word sounded nice but not to the anne version who slept 4 hours the night before and probably slept four hours again the day after that. I'm sure the other version would function better in the mornings.

It was cool though cause I "experienced" (ehem!) another instructor, Ginger. She was nice, sweet and hyper in class. I even offered her a sip from my bottle of wine that i carried around all day. The Alpha Male Adam practiced there at the same time with me though and I was completely shocked at how decent his fucking backward bend is.

As usual i sucked at my practice cause i have been doing it irregularly ever since i got my right brain back. Hopefully, with this going around thing I'd be more regular with bikram time since i don't have to get lazy cause I'm just staying at homebase or writing or painting.

More updates, I have an upcoming gig with my band called "the bleeding gum" (well...insert actual name here but since there is no actual name yet...just try to string it to your imagination) (-->what i said was senseless) as That Someone christened us with, on sept 27. I forgot the location though. Hope you guys can come.


Today's case is now at rest. Goodnight Homebase. Tomorrow i shall conquer the world! (evil laugh) Well metro manila at least.

THE MAIN IDEA

Okay here goes...

The main idea is to sleepover at different people's houses every night and to document it here and to ask money from that person to get me to the next house.

What i carry: a few bucks to get me to the first house, a bag full of clothes and toiletries, my red sling bag, my diary, my laptop,my red shades, and a scarf.

so with this first entry...my overnight blogging starts.