some more pictures

Carmela and me at Eastwood City, Libis... during 9th Avenue's album launch. (i look like a plant box. may dahon-dahon sa may ulo ko.)


Me, Besty Karl and Carmela... we're even holding authographed posters that Besty gave us for free. dapat kse kasama yun kapag bumili ng album and mela and I didn't but anything. para kaming teenybopper fans. >_<

the picture...

regarding those graduation pictures that I want you to look at ...and maybe compare...

this one was taken during the photoshoot through Carmela's wonderful phone...

and this one was edited by Red images... sorry for that huge photo.. i'm gonna edit and make it smaller once i get to a comp shop. my computer's still nagloloko...

edit: 08-30-05

pictures... more to come.

EDU REYES and me.

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BESTY KARL and me

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The Launch

I apologize for blogging this late. My computer broke down and I had to wait till classes start again today so I could use one of these computer shops in Dapitan...

+ Greetings:

Belated Happy birthday to the Estacio twins, Katre and Kat. I miss you guys!! I hope you had a nice time celebrating your birthdays! mwah!!

Belated Happy Birthday to our class president, your excellency, Mitch Velete.

Congratulations to 9th Avenue for launching your first album. I've already had the chance to listen to all the songs and I think they were all great! :) Good job!

Congratulations to my besty, Karl, percussionist of 9th Avenue. Tequila Nights is a favorite! :) and to Edu Reyes, for writing all the good songs!

+ The launch...

Last friday night, Mela and I were at Eastwood City, Libis for the 9th Avenue album launch. It was generally a lovely night... For my wardrobe, however, I thought it wasn't as good as I expected. It was presentable enough but I still looked basura over Mela's outfit. It was okay, after all, I was just there to check out the band.. but then, it was Eastwood! I generally looked like basura compared to all those people there. It was my first time at EC.

The rain didn't fall down that day but as my father was driving us to the location, the rain began to pour. Good thing the band didn't postpone -again. (They were supposed to hold the launch last Aug. 12 but moved last friday because the weather wasn't cooperating.) Buti na lang, the rain stopped before the show started.

Mela and I ate dinner at Pasto and drank Margaritas while watching the show. It was great! After finishing a glass of Margarita, I felt my cheeks hot (and red).

The opening band was an acapella one. I can't recall the name but Mela has a friend there.It was very coincidental. Hahaha!!

The show was not very hyped but I say the songs they picked to play were great. I loved most of them. Ate Lady and Ate Tish were great singers, as well as Daryll who I've already heard sing when I was in highschool. Ate Tish told mela she was pretty. Hehe~!

After the show, Besty Karl said our names on the microphone and I could feel others looking at us. Thrill...

Besty gave us free CD copies of their album and 2 posters which we had signed by all members of the band. Then Mela and I took turns of having our picture taken with Edu. LOL Edu, the cute person of the night, said: "Diba kayong dalawa yung nasa kanan ng stage? Ikaw si Jam at ikaw si Carmela." I only nodded with a smile. Sabi ko sa kanya nakasama ko na s'ya sa Culture Club before at natandaan n'ya.

While we're hanging out with him and Besty, their talent manager, Mr. Cesar Beundia, went to us and gave us invites. Besty introduced me as his besty and Mr. Buendia said, "She's pretty ha!" Coming from a talent manager, it really felt good. :)

I had a great time because of Besty. I really felt that I was a very important person. Thanks Besty!!!

+ People, bili kayo ng 9th Avenue CD. Maganda!!+

irita. red image. bwiset.

(tagalog post sa sobrang inis)

hay nako. bwiset talaga yang Red Images na yan ah. Friendly nga ang mga tao pero kung mang-insulto, patago. Bwiset.

nakuha ko na yung grad pic ko. at ipapakita ko sa inyo ang diperensya (difference) ng raw picture na manggagaling sa phone ko at dun sa ni-retoke through photoshop. tangama. parang ginawang stick ang ilong ko sa sobrang tabas. kala naman nila wala akong ilong.

BILOG PO ANG ILONG KO AT BAGAY SA MUKHA KO. HINDI KUMO MATANGOS ANG ILONG NG ISANG TAO AY GAGANDA NA S'YA. diba mela?? *wink wink* may kilala tayong panget na matangos ang ilong diba??

kse naman... sa totoo lang, gaganda ang isang tao kpag bagay sa kanya ang features nya. hindi yung bigla na lang nag-iba ang hitsura para lang masabing matangos ang ilong.

naku naman. dati kamukha ko daw si Sarah Geronimo, at si Bea Alonzo ngayon, dahil dun sa freaking photoshop na ginawa nung bwiset na studio na yun, wala na'kong kamukhang maipapagmalaki..

buti na lang may isang angle na maganda ang kinalabasan. at yun ang malalagay sa Thomasian yearbook.

hay nako. peksman. wag kayong magpaparetoke ng mga bagay sa katawan n'yo kung magmumukha kayong panget. tingnan n'yo si Nancy Castiglione. I found her attractive noong boyfriend pa nya si Paolo Contis pero nung nagparetoke na s'ya, eew.

basta. DO YOU GET MY POINT???

yes?

good.

the days when i didn't blog...

last week was not the best week.. prelims was nakakangarag plus all those "projects" that we need to pass.

i cried last saturday because of the freaking taxation exam cos I thought I studied well enough.. i even fought with adeth because she couldn't console me ...and i think she felt bad. but then ..nobody would understand why I was in a very depressed state that day. I, planning to take Law after graduation, couldn't even do well in a taxation class. isn't that disappointing??

anyway, thesis is back on the "stuff to do list" since ma'am Pusta wanted us to go to the next level only after prelims.. haay..

broadjourn.. broadjourn..

i really don't have that much to say, kakagising ko lang kase.

till next time.

and so I shout...

(got this one from Tonet and her friend's blog)
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.

computer sunday

hah!! my eyes, oh, my eyes. and my hands!!! oh, my hands!!!

My mom woke me up at 8 to attend mass and since mass starts at 8, I decided not to take a bath. EEW? go ahead and feel that way. LOL

anyway, I got home an hour later and started on my projects/prelims. I first worked on my Sports Journalism prelims, which is a personality profile of Karla Jamoralin, my kabarkada who's playing for Pharmacy football Team and I think I chose the right subject because Karla was Best defender and MVP in the UST Intrams 2004-2005. yey!! (hugs to Karla!)

While I was working on that, my parents went out to buy dog food for Diego and to play golf in Club Manila East since the dog food shop is somewhere near there. The maid had a day-off so I was left alone, typing. >_<

At lunch, while getting the already cooked viand inside the cramped refrigerator, i accidentally knocked over a pitcher containing Guyabano juice and all its contents spilled on the floor. Wah! After eating, as I was taking the new kitten off the shelf (where breakable containers of pepper were located) to feed her, I accidentally knocked over -again- the lid of one of the containers. It fell to the floor and was shattered to pieces. Wah! -again-

Anyway, I continued with the feature and finished it an hour later. I proceeded with Sir Aldaba's homework, which is to make a feature story out of a news. I had the article from Jeamma Zabate, who I know personally since I had my OJT at the NBI Press room where I see her everyday. While I was writing the feature, it felt like I was doing an article again for Ma'am Margaux and PDI. (Speaking of Ma'am Margaux, I'm beginning to miss her. mya~)

After the feature for Specialized Writing, I made a reviewer for Taxation class which I think will be very handy next week as the prelims come. The prelims for Tax class will be on Saturday and I am going to 9th Ave. 's album launch friday night so I might not have the chance to study at all. So that was my Sunday, actually. Tax reviewer was actually difficult to do, because of the cases.

and i'm happy that i've done it all.. Sports column na lang at Broad journ script. (*stabs Prof. ___*)

RANTSSSSSS

+ this one's dedicated to professors who give extremely difficult prelims for us, hamak na students.

ANG KAPAL NG NGALA-NGALA N'YO!!!! we don't have press IDs that we can use in order to set appointments of interviews with freaking big time politicians. AUGUST 23?? Deadline??? That's like a blink of an eye away!!!!!!

all of us don't have connections to immediately be accomodated. crapness all of you professors, especially this professor, even if you're the so-called hot goddess of the class.

crap.