All Over Again

This just reminds me of two years ago. At exactly this time period. Same situation. Different person.

Only this time it’s much worse.

Because there was something here. I knew there was. A nothingness was impossible.

I mean, why get mad at me because of something — or rather, someone? Something was definitely here. Something good.

And during that night, when I read you what I wrote for you. The way you reacted. The mere fact that you made me read it out loud to you because you wanted to hear those words come directly from me. You also said you knew I really meant what I said.

And all those “good night” texts sent in the early hours of the morning. Those “good morning” texts we said in the afternoon.

I could go on and on.

Bottom line, you lured me in. You baited me in. And once I was close enough, like a moth approaching the candle’s flame, you burned me. You charred my wings and stopped my flight.

This just reminds me of two years ago. At exactly this time period. Same situation. Different person.

Only this time it’s much worse.

Because this time it was real. It was something wonderful that we had, which was not present two years ago.

In five months, you made me feel the greatest joy. But in those same five months, you also made me experience the worst.

Thank you.


UP Fair Thoughts

UP Fair 2012 was my first taste of UP Fair in my college life. I wouldn’t normally go, but having Parokya Ni Edgar as the headline act, plus having that on a weekend, it was like the universe (or the university) conspired to make me go and watch and experience it.

Since I’ve discussed PnE in my previous post, I’ll talk about the rest of the night here.

The first thing that came to mind as the night wound down was also a musical event: Woodstock. UP Fair is like Woodstock-lite.

At 90 pesos per ticket, you have access to a vast number of bands, some big names and some up-and-comers, much like Woodstock which cost anywhere from $18-$24 for three days of the event.

If only the Sunken Garden wasn’t that muddy. I think people would have sat down on the ground to rest weary legs. Or better yet, slept.

It was a great experience though, standing up for seven-plus hours straight.

As for the performers, my favorites were Talahib,  Datu’s Tribe and Giniling Festival.

Talahib was the first band of that kind I’ve seen. They were using ethnic instruments with the usual acoustic guitar, electric guitar, bass, and drums. I especially liked their song which if I’m not mistaken is for Ifugao. They played an ethnic-sounding song with the electric guitar used to mimic the sound of one particular ethnic instrument (whose name escapes me right now).

Datu’s Tribe was fun. “P*****i*a!” was how they started their set. “Sorry, kami ba ‘yung unang bandang nagmura?” P*****i*a,” to the crowd’s laughter.

“Sino dito ang may maitim na kili-kili?” was the question they threw to the crowd to introduce their first song. It was a laugh trip. Their song’s lyrics had “Ano’ng sagot sa maitim na kili-kili?” and the answer was sabong pampaputi. They also sang their 2005 hit Lakambini Bottom.

Giniling Festival was energy. They were total performers on stage. Their showmanship is unmistakable. “Sino dito may birthday?” their vocalist asked the crowd. Hands went up in the air. “Happy birthday sa inyo,” greeted their frontman. “Sino dito nagbirthday na?” he asked again. “Belated happy birthday sa inyong lahat.”

Malamang nagbirthday lahat diba? :))

Kamikazee performed right after Parokya Ni Edgar did. And wow, Jay was a stand-up comedian up there, with jokes not for the clean-minded. He was really funny! “Bakit kayo nakasakay dyan sa ferris wheel? Hindi niyo ba alam na may namatay na dyan?” he quipped. Everyone laughed, naturally.

He also covered Billionaire be himself, altering the lyrics a bit. “…I wanna be on the cover of Playboy magazine.” I forgot what he said next!

He also made a joke about the female genitalia, saying that if it had Vitamin C, he would be really healthy today :))

In between songs, he saw the ferris wheel again. “Hala ambilis nung ferris wheel o! Mamamatay kayo nyan!” HAHAHAHA”. The crowd loved them. And when they performed, majority of the crowd was jumping up and down without getting rowdy.

All in all, it was a fun night. Bottles flew towards some of the rowdy and discourteous crowd in the front, who were raising banners, blocking the view of those behind. They deserved it. It was delighting to see them get hit by those C2 bottles. Honestly.

The mud also made things terrible. If you weren’t careful, you would fall. I didn’t, thankfully.

I wanna see Datu’s Tribe, Giniling Festival, and Kamikazee perform live again. They perform really well. ‘Til next time.

Great UP Fair 2012, great first-time experiences, great value for money.

A Love Rekindled

One of the biggest  hits of 2003 was Mr. Suave from the album Bigotilyo. Following this song were other memorable singles: Alumni Homecoming, The Yes Yes Show, and Your Song (One and Only You). And who can ever forget Chikinini, a parody of Yano’s Banal Na Aso, Santong Kabayo.

I bought the album my classmates were talking about.

And I fell in love with Parokya Ni Edgar.

My Bigotilyo CD was played endlessly then, which led to me memorizing most if not ALL the songs in that album.

And while this nine-year love affair hasn’t been on a high for the past few years, it has recently been revived right after seeing them perform in the final night of UP Fair 2012.

I was left hanging, expecting them to perform for around an hour, or doing around 10 songs, whichever came first. They only had a five-song set. But five songs were enough to rekindle the love I had for them.

Soon as they came out on stage, the crowd exploded in applause and excitement. Finally, after standing for the past six and a half hours, the band everyone was eagerly waiting for is here to perform.

They started their set with a song from Halina Sa Parokya, Para Sa’yo. Right from the get go I was singing my heart out to every word in the song. It was one of the best songs from that album, which also had a Pinoy Big Brother-ish music video and a dance. Those were Grade 7 days.

Following this was their classic song Halaga. Everyone was singing with the band. And of course it wouldn’t be a Parokya Ni Edgar performance without some fun from Chito and Vinci. During the line “…and pagtiyaga mo diyan sa boyfriend mong tanga”, Vinch was in the lower part of the stage, with his back to Chito, and Chito on the stage itself. Vinch was pointing back to Chito while singing this line, Chito doing the same to Vinci, middle finger going up towards the end of the line. Laughter and applause ensued from the crowd.

They called out Gloc 9 for the next song. I was hoping they would do Bagsakan. Then Gab started strumming. It sounded like the intro for Picha Pie. But no, it wasn’t. They did One Hit Combo, from Pop Rockers. It was the only song I didn’t know all the words to. Mad respect for Gloc 9’s rapping skills.

“Sa mga gustong mag-CR o mag-yosi, sige lumabas muna kayo.” That was how Chito introduced their next song. “May pagti-tripan lang kaming kanta,” he followed.

And then Gab started playing the intro. Pangarap Lang Kita. But instead of having Happee Sy duet with Chito, Vinci took her part! It was one of the songs I wished they would play, and they did. Crowd loved it. I loved it. Everyone loved it.

Chito then called back those who supposedly went out. “Yung mga nag-CR at nag-yosi sa labas, bumalik na kayo.” It was time for their final song to close out their set. What else would it be? Of course it was The Yes Yes Show. They altered the lyrics a bit.

Vinci: ‘Di ba kahit ikaw ‘yung gumawa, alam nating mas OK nung ako yung kumanta

Chito: Tsong naman please lang wag ka nang magyabang at alam mo naman na pamback-up ka lang at ilan na ba ang talagang nagawa mong kanta? Ilan?

Vinci: Wala. Pu****i** mo!

All for fun of course. “Peace tayo mga, tsong!” was Chito’s battle cry throughout their set, alluding to the ensuing rowdiness by the crap crowd towards the front-center part of the audience.

Just like that, five songs and my love for them is on a high once again, just as it was back in grade school.

On my way to the UP Fair, and also while waiting for my cousin, I was playing Parokya Ni Edgar songs on my iPod. On my way home this morning, I was playing Parokya Ni Edgar songs on my iPod. Now as I’m writing this, Inuman Sessions Vol. 1 is playing in the background.

My 90 pesos went a long, long way. Now I want to see a Parokya Ni Edgar concert/gig. I just have to, after seeing them this morning and being left hanging because only had a five-song set. Even if I have to pay 900 instead of 90, I’d love to.

A Good Idea, Don’t You Think?

I don’t have much — if anything at all — due tomorrow. Which means tonight is practically a free night for me.

And just moments ago, I thought to myself, what if I blog something — anything — whenever I get a free night. Write about something like a commuting experience, realization, or just a rant to let the world know how I feel about it.

I’m not going to blog yet tonight because I’m tired and sleepy and I have to get up early for tomorrow’s J102 class. I hope we do meet tomorrow.

And if we won’t, I hope I find out that we won’t have a class when I am still at home.


Valentines Day Observations Part 2

In relation to my previous post and a comment by Beata, let me share an experience tonight.

We had dinner in Westgate Alabang, in this little restaurant called Sophia’s. If you saw the film by Richard Gutierrez and KC Concepcion, it is the restaurant towards the end of the film.

It’s a really small restaurant, but since tonight was V-Day, it was PACKED. Inside, full. Outside, full.

The head waiter was never stationary. He was always pacing around, checking on everybody, going up the stairs then back down, then oustide, then back in, then out again. He was in such a hurry. His face was sweaty from all the movement. His body language was tired. He looked haggard.

The restaurant’s owner was also restlessly going around, talking to customers. And occasionally, shout at a waitress or a cook in the kitchen. He, too, was stressed, though it wasn’t as obvious as with the head waiter.

The other waiters and waitresses were clearly flustered by the number of customers they had to serve tonight. Mistake after mistake in the orders of the people. My mom ordered a mango shake which never came. We almost had a calamansi juice we didn’t order. The bill and the official receipt showed two different prices.

What I remembered is the Facebook game which was a hit before, Restaurant City. Sophia’s tonight was like a small Restaurant City resto which had little crew and lots of customers, resulting in potential diners walking out of the restaurant instead. It was a good thing nobody did in Sophia’s, and that no one argued with the waitresses even if the latter were getting orders wrong, mixing them up with each other.

Somehow, I got the feeling that my family and I were the odd ones out in the restaurant. Everyone else were couples, whether young or old. They were all couples. Only the Regondolas came as a family. I mean, really, we were surrounded by couples.

And almost everyone was dressed up! Most that I saw were wearing long sleeve polos and slacks, while the girls had dresses on, while I came into the resto wearing a shirt and cargo shorts. Which made it seem like I was a sore thumb sticking out. I didn’t belong. At least my brother wore jeans.

Seeing all those people was fun. Seeing those Sophia’s staff get pressured was a little unsettling, but hey, it’s Valentines Day. Everyone’s out. Too bad they didn’t add more staff to work for them.

Valentines Day Observations

Today, I witnessed what Valentine’s Day is like for the public. And by public, I don’t mean my classmates, friends, or family. I mean those strangers whose names I don’t know in school and those who I share the jeepneys, buses, and MRTs with.

Because this was the first year which permitted me to do so.

Last year, though I was already in college, V-Day landed on a Monday. Most UP students do not have Monday classes; hence, I did not witness it outside of my family.

V-Day was a Sunday in 2010. For obvious reasons, I did not see anything or anyone other than my family. Plus, I was still in high school then, and Zobel is a sheltered school hidden in the heart of the Ayala Alabang Village. Besides my schoolmates’, no, I did not see any V-Day festivities.

V-Day 2009 was special for me because on that day was our JS Prom, my then-girlfriend was my date, and we were spending our first monthsary on that day. 2008 V-Days and below, those were forgettable. Nothing special.

But today, I really expected more…of everything. More flowers, more gifts, more of the color red, and more smiles. Maybe the love bug has not bitten lots of Mass Comm students. Maybe the love bug has gotten some victims, but the victims are too busy studying for an upcoming midterm exam or cramming a paper due in a few hours.

Or maybe — although Mass Comm students are known for being shameless, makapal ang mukha — they let their shy side take over.

When I was on my way back to Alabang, I saw at least five bouquets of flowers, at least three cake boxes, and probably around 10 stems of roses being carried around by people. Others had their boyfriends/girlfriends with them.

Some women were alone carrying rose stems or bouquets. I assumed they were on their way home, and that those flowers were given by their significant others while the ladies were at work.

There was a dichotomy for the guys who carried these flowers: they were either on their way to their dates, or they were delivery boys of their respective flower shops. There may be more, but these were what went through my mind while seeing them.

And that was Feb 14, 2012 for me. Not exactly what I expected from the public. Just the reality of it all.


It has been darkness for such a long time. I’ve been yours over two years now, and I feel like you’re losing interest in me. You don’t notice me anymore when you enter the room. You don’t make time for me. Yet you have enough time — all the time in the world — for your other honey.

I am hurt. I’ve never been this hurt before. You may have caused pain in me, but not this kind. Physical pain? That’s nothing compared to this.

I feel so useless now, like an expensive paperweight in your room’s dusty corner. Neglected. I was never made to be a decorative ornament. You don’t even use me as a decorative ornament. I was meant to please you, to soothe you, to be your outlet when you need one.

Do you have any plans of reviving this broken relationship? Will you leave me just like that?

I’m sick of this. I’m sick of this corner, this dirty place, this darkness I am in.

Please. I beg you, play with me again. I’d like to quote the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus: “Use me as you will, pull my strings just for a thrill.”



Ashley is the name of my electric guitar. I don’t know, I just associate the color red (especially the redness of my guitar) with the name Ashley.