Like A Monkey In A Zoo

“like a monkey in a zoo”

Things you never put on that other blog that has a wider readership:

Sunday, April 24, 2011 || 2:21 AM

I was reading what my mom and dad wrote on the card that they sent me for my graduation. "We miss you." and "We're so proud of you." That was all it took to make a grown man like me cry.

One of these days, I'm gonna walk up to an MRT station and yell "BOMB! BOMB!" over and over again.

Thursday, February 24, 2011 || 1:29 PM

I'll watch everyone panic and I'll just stand there laughing.

Sloppy

Wednesday, February 23, 2011 || 7:02 AM

Bogart played a show tonight and I was really nauseous the entire night. Maybe it has something to do with my lack of sleep. My sleeping pattern is weird; like its probably six or maybe seven in the morning right now and I'm still up. Anyway, we didn't practice for the show so we ended up playing a really sloppy set. It was actually pretty good in a 90s-Pavement-ish way.

We prepared three songs and Allan asked us to play five. It was hilarious and I was semi-drunk. #THATISALL

Today, I need to shop for a new hard drive. I have 500 gigs on my desktop and another 320 gigs on my netbook and seriously, its filled to capacity. I need a bigger hard drive for all my porn. Since I need to work really hard on editing this little project of ours, I need to install the new-ish video card that I bought months ago, but that won't work until I buy a more powerful SATA-enabled power supply. Even though I sound like I know things about computers, I still suck at choosing the right brands or whether the specification of one component is up to par with ny current hardware. #THESETHINGSMATTER which is why I have enlisted my friend, the Jayme Ancla Jr. for help.

Also happening today: Patrick's documentary about Cubao X. It's supposedly for some international film festival which is why Pat is pretty much freaking out on whether the Cubao X admin would allow him to shoot. I think if the shop owners permit Pat to shoot and interview 'em then there's no problem. I mean, its really up to them right?

The other night I was reading up on legal highs because those things are interesting to me. Apparently, you can get high from consuming four to five tablespoons of grounded nutmeg. You mix the nutmeg on some milk or shake, then you get high! The high is supposed to be really really varied; others claim that its akin to marijuana high and some noted that its like being nauseous for one or two days--and the high does last that long. #CRAZYIDEA I'd like to try it out.

There's a crazy thread going on at Facebook right now but that deserves another post.

You look like a doily

Tuesday, February 22, 2011 || 4:43 AM

We shot more footage for this short film that we're working on and since there was a party scene, we decided to throw a real one now. We used the film's budget for the booze and all is well. Let us not talk about the shoot because it frustrates me to death just thinking about it. So, instead of talking about it, here's a bunch of pretty pictures from when we were setting up for the shoot.

I mostly took pictures of Erwin and Francis since Tin was so frantic with everything. I even shot a video of Francis playing a song he wrote (Vimeo is being such a bitch).

After the shoot we decided to do an impromptu house show thing since our friends are coming over anyway and we have a guitar and a set of speakers. It's that simple spending quality time with my friends. We're very easy to please.

We basically hung out and played some songs while getting really drunk. It's nice, really. I mean, we've known each other for a year now and I guess this needs to happen more often. Everyone was chill and Erwin's rooftop was so fucking chillwave. We joked around and talked about things; it was really different from the usual binge drinking at the bar.

Also: I really loved being with my girlfriend. I get to whisper important lyrics whenever we were singing along and shit. Yeah, I really needed that quality time with her since we don't see each other that often.

Everyone left at around half-past five. I basically passed out for half an hour and when everyone left, I just collapsed on Erwin's bed. We woke up at around one-thirty that Sunday afternoon and I was surprisingly not hungover which is a relief since we still had to shoot two scenes.

We had lunch at this Sisig place in the corner of the street and it was pretty good. Erwin's street is awesome. In front of the Sisig place was a Christian Fellowship and we basically sat through lunch listening to young adults sing how Jesus is awesome. A few steps away from the church was a pool hall/wood framing shop. Next to that (more like behind it) is a whorehouse. It's God, sex and sisig all within ten paces away from one another.

After the shoot, we hung out even more because I still wasn't in the mood to go back home. We decided to have dinner and see a movie. We still had a few hours to kill before the last full show so I made Tin watch Spaced while Erwin and I drank the dew remaining beers from last night. We talked about the possibility of moving in together in one apartment.

Oh, I forgot to mention that I got accepted for that job at a major music channel. It's a simple copywriter/promo producer job that I could probably manage along with my many, many endeavors. I'm not really looking for a job, but they were the ones who contacted me for an interview and I just agreed and walked in and now I have my first job that actually pays. Am I nervous? Fuck yea. Do I think I can do it? No fucking doubt! Will I stay long enough to possibly make a strong career out of this first job? I have no fucking idea, man.

So this is why there had been talks about us all moving in together. My mother offered me the other unit that we have. It's in Pasig and that's definitely closer to work that from where I am currently residing. We don't even have to worry about the rent because I'm the fucking landlord. I own that shit.

Anyway, after being really drunk and stoned, we ended up eating excessicely at Army Navy.

The Steak Burrito is still really awesome. I'm not a big fan of burritos because it always weirds me out that there's rice inside along with a lot of shit that tastes like beans. Army Navy is perfect. I'm now a believer in Burrito.

Man, the mall is weird. Like, we kept watching people and they're all a bunch of ordinary fucking people. We ended up watching Just Go With It which is basically the same as every fucking dumb Adam Sandler film out there. Sure, it was hilarious but it was all over the fucking place. I ended up laughing at the jokes and the dumb shit on-screen and then I just felt so fucking sad that my money when to this crap.

We asked Tin to hang out more after the movie, but she declined. Erwin and I ended up talking about our feelings, listening to music and laughing at our own jokes.

We passed out before sunrise and I had to wake up to meet Ysa for lunch. I ended up oversleeping and I miscalculated the time. I thought going from SM North to the MRT station was easy but it was a twenty minute walk under the scorching sun. It was frustrating.

The frustration faded away when I saw Ysa. She introduced me to her friends and we had a nice lunch at this place in Taft. I had pulled pork with rice and Ysa had Chicken tenders. It was nice seeing how she is with her friends from school. I really like being with her. She feels nice. Its like the comos is aligning and all is well.

So yeah, I had a pretty crazy weekend.

Henry is clever at printing

Thursday, February 17, 2011 || 4:25 AM

Its four in the morning and I'm lying in bed watching David Lynch's Eraserhead. I noticed the insane amount of spelling and grammatical errors in my other posts. Forgive me. I decided to do this blog using only my iPod and this wonderful app whose name I don't know.

Blogging is more fun when you're lying down.

My DVD is skipping but I don't really care because I've seen this movie loads of times and I just want it playing on the background while I do this. How pretentious. I got pissed off at my little brother earlier. After I specifically told him to read and review his lessons over the weekend, I started quizzing him for his semi-finals. That motherfucker did not read a single thing. He ended up giving me blank, teary-eyed stares.

I hate being angry with me little brothers because it always ends up with me being the bad guy. With our parents abroad, I really can't afford to be the bad guy since I'm all that they have.

I made him read his notes first and while he was doing so I took a short nap. When I awoke, t'was already one-thirty in the morning and my brother was dozing off. I seriously fail at this family life.

I'm at this scene where Jack Nance was walking at a dark street on his way to Mary's house and it's funny because that's exactly how I would react if a dog barks the shit out of nowhere. Truth be told, I'm deathly afraid of dogs.

Anyway, I'll go back to watching this now. I wanna have bacon and eggs for breakfast.

No further assistance needed

Wednesday, February 16, 2011 || 5:04 AM

I downloaded this app that lets you listen to Police scanners in various parts of the world. Right now I'm listening to the feed from Chicago. The app has a guide for police codes but these fuckers are way too experienced and I just can't keep up.

Right now there's children that ran away from school; a paranoid mother reported that she smelled drugs from another unit when she picked her kids from school; an office just told this man to shut up probably because he's being too much of a bitch. Loads of interesting things here.

I'm still revising some parts of this script for this shoot that were doing this weekend and compiling some materials for this article I'm doing. Hopefully, I'll finish everything by dawn. I wish I didn't pass out. If I do pass out then I have to wake up before 9:30 am. Jesus.

A sixteen-year old black kid just threw some garbage bags in an unknown direction and people are freaking out. A landlord in Petersen St. is threatening a woman to evict her. A suspicious man wearing a black jacket is walking near a purple jeepster. There's a female hispanic and a black man fightin at a gas station. In 301 Normandy, man is beating up his employee on tge street.

Meanwhile, I think I'm gonna pass out.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011 || 2:24 AM

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