365 Days

Sometime before 2006 ended, I came across an article in Photojojo about Project 365, where you are encouraged to take a photo a day. I thought it would be a good challenge for me. I honestly don’t know how many weeks, or maybe even days, I can keep this up but I figure it’s worth a try. So here’s the first one.

January 1

Digital and analog
My Montblanc Meisterstück fountain pen and my plain ruled Moleskine notebook, current objects of my obsession. In the background is my 12“ PowerBook. Analog and digital, yeah.


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Ink and Paper

I don’t know what it is about fountain pens but I love holding one. I love writing with it, even if my handwriting is mostly really lousy.
Way back in college, I had a Parker fountain pen that I got from my father. I used it to further my feeble attempts at being a poet. With a cassette of The Doors in the player (yes, we didn’t have CD players back then), a lapad bottle of Tanduay Rhum Dark in one hand and my trusty fountain pen in the other and a fresh page of my notebook lying in wait, I felt like Baudelaire or Rimbaud reincarnated. Well, a mediocre reincarnation, that is.
So back to the present, where I don’t drink Tanduay anymore, and that cassette must be in analog music heaven now. I’ve been meaning to get myself a cheap fountain pen for myself this christmas. This has been sparked by my interest in Moleskine notebooks, which I read about in a thread in the Philippine Macintosh Users Group forum, or PhilMUG. I was thinking of getting either a Parker or an Aurora pen.
A couple of mornings ago, I was in our bedroom getting ready for work when I heard my girlfriend downstairs shrieking. She ran up to our room and I was expecting to be told that our dogs fought again, or that our electricity bill had gone up the roof. I knew neither was the case when I saw she had a big smile on her face and a something black in her hand. Her dad apparently gave her one of his Meisterstück fountain pens. And knowing how much I wanted to have one, she then gave it to me. It also came with a bottle of Montblanc ink. Now I have to get myself a Moleskine notebook. And practice my cursives.
Meisterstück

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Happiness For Dogs

Is this a conspiracy between Pedigree and videogame console and accessories manufacturers? A couple of days ago, I read about this guy whose Xbox 360 was chewed by a dog. And today, my dog decided that my Wavebird wireless controller for the GameCube was yummy.  I wonder what they think of the Wiimote.

Dog Food


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On The Road Again

My band, Loquy, played a gig in Davao last October 28 after almost a year of not gigging. We had a blast playing the gig, too bad I didn’t get to take pictures (I was busy playing, obviously). Here’s what we look like when we’re not playing.

First to arrive at the airport (after me, of course) was Niño, our flutician. Here he is looking happy and gay. 😛

Niño

Second to arrive was Kevin looking very sleepy and hung-over but he perked up when I tried to take a picture of him.

Kevin

Third to arrive was Louie, seen here having a smoke and coffee at the Tinder Box. It was a big surprise that he didn’t order beer. Or did he? Hmmm….

Louie

Accompanying us was Patrick Pulumbarit, former manager of Greyhoundz and Wolfgang, also known as “Red Bird”. No, his bird is not sore. It’s a name cooked-up by the Razorback or Wolfgang boys.

Redbird

And here’s the obligatory band picture. Kevin loves Manny Pacquiao. Niño loves beer. Francis loves finger-smelling monkeys. I love Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. And Louie loves…umm… nothing?

five of us

The flight was super-delayed. Printed departure time was 3pm, and the flight left at 5pm so there was more than enough time for goofing off. Francis was lucky that it was delayed or he would have missed the flight. I guess lucky for us as well, or we would have had no drummer for the gig.
Here’s Francis goofing off with Niño.

And here’s Niño being himself, showing off his Spongebob Squarepants iPod case, and his mercedes-de-brazo eating prowess.
Spongebob

Goofing off

Here he is again post-gig, waxing poetic and philosophical aided by Red Horse.

Wasak!

After the gig and a long night and several bottles of beer, breakfast, er, brunch is in order of course. What to eat? What to drink?

Bogchi

I know… This special frappuccino looks good. Sounds better than engrish tea.

...foured to hald...

On the road again
Just can’t wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin’ music with my friends
And I can’t wait to get on the road again
On the road again
Goin’ places that I’ve never been
Seein’ things that I may never see again,
And I can’t wait to get on the road again.

On the road again
Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
We’re the best of friends
Insisting that the world be turnin’ our way
And our way is on the road again….


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No one, I think, is in my tree.

“Living is easy with eyes closed
Misunderstanding all you see
Its getting hard to be someone, but it all works out
It doesn’t matter much to me”

December 8, 1980. I don’t remember what I was doing that day in Olongapo (the city where I grew up). I don’t even remember hearing the news of John Lennon’s death. In fact, it was only after 2 years that the music of the Beatles slammed onto the shores of my young, impressionable mind and the waves hasn’t stopped pounding and reshaping the landscape to this day.

“No one, I think, is in my tree
I mean, it must be high or low
That is, you can’t, you know, tune in, but it’s alright
That is, I think it’s not too bad”

For the first year and a half, after we moved to Manila, where I attended high school, I’d wake up at 5 in the morning from Monday to Friday to tune in to 97.1 DWLS-FM and spend one hour curled under my blanket listening to the Fab Four, from dark to half-light to green morning. At that time, weekends didn’t matter much to me. Friday night arrives without a suitcase. Sunday morning creeping like a nun.

“Always, no, sometimes, think it’s me
But, you know, I know when it’s a dream
I think, er, no, I mean, er, yes, but its all wrong
That is, I think I disagree”

Earlier today, I bought the new Beatles album, Love. I haven’t listened to an album from start to finish thrice in a very long time. I can’t even recall the last time, nor the first time, that I felt a catch in my throat while listening to an album. More so now when I’m reminded that George is gone. And John was taken away from me 26 years ago.

Let me take you down, ’cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields…

Strawberry Fields Nyc-1


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I’m Not Sleeping

Most nights I have a hard time sleeping. And this is something I did one night I couldn’t sleep, took a picture of my PowerBook in the dark.

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And this is another thing I did when the Sandman refused to enter my bedroom door. I posted this blog entry.


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