RiB, Breaking Bad and Tears for Fears

Damn.

Blogger looks different. Nice change.

It's been how many months since I posted so I'll have trouble covering everything that was missed.

I'll just go ahead and break this blog into sections so that it's easier for me to list everything down.

Joining RiB

My swaggiest pose to date

As part of my efforts to expand my horizons and gain newer perspectives, I decided to join RiB. It seemed like a pretty cool thing to do since this contest was totally a big deal in school. Last year, people were all raving about how cool the Dollhouse was during their performance. I saw the video myself and it was pretty good. Very bold and funny.

When I told Aimee about this she was all, "Woah! Cool!" Little did I know that she was secretly betting on me to quit. (Thanks, Aims. And for that matter, thanks, Deo.) To be fair, I almost didn't push through just as they had planned. I thought that I was going to be too busy to keep up with the practices. A lot of them would run all the way to late at night. Sometimes ending at around 10 pm everyday. The fact that I didn't quit was mostly thanks to the team's friendliness and willingness to put up with a noob like me.

Yes. I was very very nooby.

When I first started out, I was totally lost. I thought that everybody was like a pro and I was totally bringing the team down. Somehow though, I managed to get the moves and I could follow. I even carved out a reputation for myself as being particularly good in the... expressive moves.

We didn't get past the eliminations which isn't too bad. On the plus side, it means that I don't need to keep on coming home late for practices. Also, it's okay because I already learned a lot along the way. I learned that I'm not the best dancer in the world but I can be pretty decent if I practice enough. I learned that it's alright to leave your comfort zone because you'll always find something new and awesome to learn about. I learned that parking late at night in a dark corner of the road is always gonna fucking scare the shit out of me. I also learned that I fucking need a GPS for finding far away unknown dance studios.

All in all, it was a great experience. I'm glad that I made the decision to join. I'm glad that Santi, our team captain, was so cool and let me join even after missing the first few practice sessions. Yeah.

Here's the video.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iVwaW4wS83U

Werk dat shit.


Breaking Bad

Breaking Bad is the best fucking show ever. Everything about that show is amazing. The evolution of the characters. The drama. The action. The suspense. The amazing montages accompanied with great music. Damn damn damn damn damn.

It is so good, I actually made fan art. Fan art that I probably won't share here.

The reason I did that was because of a certain someone that's good at art and everything else. So I figured that I'd give it a shot too... Yeah.. Nevermind.

Tears for Fears

A few weeks ago, maybe even a month ago, Aimee and I went to watch Tears for Fears! Woohoo!!! My dad's friend gave my dad the tickets and he gave them to me since concerts weren't really his kind of scene. I'm into oldies most of the time so I was pretty excited about the concert. I didn't know a lot of their songs though. The only ones I could remember were "Shout" and "Mad World". After that, they were totally unknown to me.

A big part of the memorableness of the whole thing was the fact that I drove to Araneta myself. If you've been to Araneta during a concert or during an Ateneo-Lasalle game, then you'd know that it is extremely congested going there and finding parking is next to impossible. Finding the place was hard enough. Thank god Aimee had a GPS on her phone!!!

Luckily though, after many trips around the malls at Araneta, we found parking near a well-lit condo unit. The parking was god-sent. I was afraid that I'd have to park in a dark alley putting my life and my innocence at risk. Phew!

We got to the concert in time for the first few acts. We missed Fra Lippo Lippi's performance as the opening act. Eh. No big.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RQO3Ma1BfT4

I remember finding the door to the stage itself right next to the men's washroom. If I was so inclined, I could have snuck into the concert and jumped on stage. I would have probably been tazed the shit out of myself though. So I stayed put.

Aimee and I got in just in time for another opening performance. This time it was Carina Round. She sang songs on her guitar and somehow, she managed to sound really modern. She had that style that Aimee was really into. I think. She was great. She even taught us the chorus of her song for us to singalong to... The chorus was not that well-written... But whatever.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yrZLaxSmY44

Then came the show.

Carina Round center stage.

Tears for Fears

People waving around their Globe light sticks while watching Tears for Fears

I remember before the concert, Aimee and I were wondering how we were supposed to rock out to Tears for Fears since they were a nu-wave band and not the traditional rock band. We did get to do that though. For some songs. The other ones were too nu-wave.

Also, when the concert first started, we were really full of energy. Towards the middle, we were about to fall asleep or at least I was. It's like they have a like a trillion songs!!! Man!!!

Anyways, the entire concert was really great. It was a great experience. I'm really glad my dad gave me those tickets. I'm also happy that Aimee agreed to come with me. It was a great night.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ajy1xNB-LkI

Late night blogging while there is a long test

Hello blog. Long time no see.

Lots of stuff happened and I don't feel like doing a recap. It was a lot. Which is why it might be worthwhile to invest in a camera. Just so I can document my life. Jules seems to have taken to using his phone to capture precious moments with out classmates. It's pretty cool actually. Not like the steadycab experiment though. -__-
Woah. Hey. Hope this isn't classified as basagan ng trip. Powerhungry motherfucker.

That was a reference to a recent hacking done on a blog that revealed lots of personal shit about people and criticized stuff at school. Crystal Eagle of course.Well she's dead now. She was hacked by this dude that was so proud of what he did. I'm not saying that what Crystal Eagle did was right. But then if we just resort to blackmail everytime someone just says something you don't like what are we then? As Frank Reynolds put it: "That sounds like it came straight from Stalin's ass."

If I were a tech company about to go into a deal with a person who has a track record like that, I'd certainly think twice about doing business with him.

Anyways,the year is almost over. I've gained even more weight. Cultivating mass so to speak. Which is cool. Studies show that men feel better about gaining weight than women. Apparently us fat guys grow into our bodies. Women just get bombarded by so much pressure to lose weight that they almost always feel bad about weight gain.

"Good... No fat chicks." -Anonymous

So here I am. Middle of the night. Long test tomorrow. It's a doozy too. Leadership and Strategy. Man. I wanna go on vacation already. Palawan here I come.

Oh yeah. I've been having pretty cool dreams recently. Very vivid ones. With lots of detail. The architecture of the stuff there was pretty impressive too. It made me consider getting a dream journal but those sound kind of dumb. I highly doubt that idea that says that you can analyze my dreams and help me understand my inner subconscious. Dreams are weird and most of the time mean nothing. Passing through the gates of Ivory.

The latest and most interesting thing is that I have appeared to made a Dutch friend. Hi Jorinde! She's cool. The Netherlands is cool. Wish I could go there and... do cool shit there. Also, I'm looking into how to be a volunteer for Amnesty International though I do not know what volunteers actually do. The first time I heard about it was watching a video Jeremy Irons did for them about the death penalty being wrong. Something I agree with.

I'll go post a few pics now. Just to show thanks to my one or two readers.

Mico during the shoot of the TD music video holding up a doodle he made.

Very surreal.

My little brother showing of a cool ass painting he did.

Vain mofo.

Bawse.

Albert using binoculars because he sits in the back row.

My mom ate these when she was pregnant with me. Hence my name. I am made of creamy coconut candy.

First hammock.

Fruits. :D

Earwigs are really really really really cool.

Karl shaving his head to be one with cancer patient kids.

Now holding his famous hair.

I should blog more, Last night of sort of sembreak, Listening to Midnight Rider, Gay snakes

Listen to this, fool.

Discovered that song thanks to Rob Zombie's movie: The Devil's Rejects.

"I am the Devil...and I do the Devil's work."

I highly recommend it.

Anyways, I was just going through the past entries on my blog and I decided that I should try to post more often this sem. It felt nice looking back and being reminded of my thoughts. I live so much in the present that I forget all about the past. That was another thing I learned from the Walking Dead. A comic I just caught up with recently. Actually, I'm still pretty behind. It's November and I'm at the August issue. For those of you that don't know the graphic novel, you definitely should check it out. More people will probably be more familiar with the television series. No problem. It is very very good. They took characters from the series and made them more interesting and 3D. Literally. LOL.

Another thing I realized in my past entries: I sounded like a fucking girl. That's a lot, Aimee. That's what you get when your only prior blog experience came from a cutesy blogging girl. Or maybe. I really do just sound like a girl. Or maybe all people that blog sound like girls.

I forgot to mention previously that I've just created my Formspring account. Leaving me open to anonymous attack. Something that a certain anonymous asshole already has done. Ah well. The bastard's already been shooed away.

Deep breaths.

So here comes the second sem. Second sem of second year. What has changed? Hopefully a lot more this sem. I gotta grab this bull by the horns. That means getting a notebook. I was stupid enough last sem not to buy one. The fuck. Thank God I made it.

This sem also marks the last chance I have of thinking about shifting. I'm leaning more towards a no now. I wonder if this decision will affect me positively or negatively...

My paragraphs are becoming shorter.

Hey I still don't know where my classes are. I'll go check.

Fuck I'll have a hard time sleeping later. My regular bedtime is 3am. Fuck.

I've also tried to do a nanowrimo thing... Eh...

*grunt*

Here's a gay snake.