breakfasts.

after the st scho rockestra rehearsal.. i hadnt had any glimpse of my inner eyelids til 4am. so i just went straight to abscbn studio 17 (breakfast st. 23) with abhie and waited until imago came. ene was there and from start to credits.. we were enjoying the show, the talks, two free coffees.. and *eherm*. ..*abhie... hush!!! not in this journal. nyahaha.*

to imago.. (hay naku aia... puyat na yan ng lagay na yan!??!!) may kailangan pa ba akong sabihin??? (na dahil sa galing nyo eh kinuha ni JC Quadrado ang number ko. lolz) ..*abhie.. malalaman mo rin yung kay "scientific thingy" gagawa tayo ng way jan. hehehe*

anyways, after the show, maps, ene, abhie and i went to morato to have breakfast at heaven and eggs. mejo pambuong araw ang dami nya so grabe yung busog ko/namin. tawa lang kami ng tawa. sharing and all. napatagal din kami dun ha.

pangalawa, nagMRT kami dhil ang traffic (hooray! umaga!). went to glorietta to meet up Ron. ayun, namiss ko bespren ko. binigay ko pa sa kanya yung hindi namin nagalaw na ministop kariman. *yum* kain kain. daldal and all. whats new.

masaya ang araw. thing is.. i am almost as pale as a drug addicted anemic. 26 hours na akong gising.

hehe.

complaints and shit.

im getting tired. i had a really good mood yesterday until this morning. there are some people who demands more than i can do. though, i feel responsible for some things (which i always think coz im soooo uber self involved), i dont think some people can boss me around. especially if the bossy person isnt actually the boss-type. know-it-all self involved bitch attacks again.

especially if you're underpaid and all. fuck.

andun nako... yes i wanted this.. oo masaya sumtym, but i cant stand the pressure especially kung hindi ko problema at sakin pinapasa. i mean... what the hell are they doing? i dont have any problems with the people i take care of. ang problema ay ang mga taong nakapaligid sa kanila.

i am underpaid, underappreciated, and overworked. how heller can this get???

aaaaaasssssaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

geocities and sun cellular: if you cant give the fucking service you're trying to "sell"... go make a way. letse.

sayang na panahon. pagod. puyat. *outbursts*

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tagal ko ng online. masayang week itu! :) yebah! at para sa aking panimula...




crime pa rin ba ang magburn ng cd? ... arson malamang. dahil masusunog talaga ang bahay nyo. pati kapitbahay. lalo na rito sa pandacan... welkam oil depot!



i dont think game boy pa ang tawag dito. game man... hmm.. ill think about it.



sana inadobe lang to noh? kasi kung totoo yan.. id be delighted to buy one.

sa nagsend ng pic.. u made my day. :)

colorful week. video shoot, out of town, and a rehearsal for the event im dying to see. plus.. tv appearances.. and um.. gusto ko lang banggitin ..may maliit akong pic sa pulp mag. ansaya.

miss ko na lahat ng aking prends. abhie, ivan, trish and ebriwan. nina, kimoy, wawa, chuna, sherylle, anna, val, jo and lahat lahat. shet ang adik ko na sa alis. rest day ko ngayon eh since nagulat din ako sa lagnat ko kasi antaas. pero wala na sha. yehey!!!

*sigh*

to update all the people who knew my "issues" right now... tinawagan nya ako kaninang 1130 am. kagigising nya pa lang. wala naman daw problema.. rotation lang ang nangyari kaya nagkaganun. thing is.. hindi pa sila naguusap. pero both parties.. ok na naman. at pinapapunta nya ako ng 11 sa abscbn. naks.

congrats pa rin. yun na yun. mas maganda sa personal ikwento. :)

updates and all sa aking buhay:

we(imago) went to sm batangas last friday. sobrang haba ng byahe. grabe pa ang bagsak ng ulan. after the gig, nakasabay namin si nina. buti nakahabol. tapos punta kaming 6 underground for the LSFM event then Hole (new peligro) for Pedicab and Sandwich. Kris jammed for DV then Aia for Anino when the sandwich members played it. galeng. hehe. kaya ubos battery talaga ako.

then kanina di ko na kinayang samahan si Aia sa Eat Bulaga. nawala pa yung mic nya nung turn nya na kumanta. kaasar pa yung keyboardista. hay. tapos 10pm, ratsky morato para sa nu event then tumambay kami sa 3rd floor ni tim. with dk. tawa lang kami ng tawa sa kakulitan ni zach saging. lalo na yung

..habang natutulog ang magasawa...

bruno: duhlin parang ansakit ng pwet ko...
adolfo: bukas magpacheckup ka, baka ano na yan..
bruno: parang merong sumthin sa loob eh.. pwedeng pa-dukot.. ngayon na.. *sniff sniff*
adolfo: (pinasok ang isang daliri) wala naman ah... (dalawang daliri) ... parang.. may.. (tatlong daliri)... may nakakapa ako sa loob... (pinasok ang buong kamay)... ha!!... ano to?? (hinugot ang kamay).. rolex??? bakit may rolex sa loob ng pwet mo???
bruno: (ngiti habang pumapalakpak) .. happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you.. happy birthday happy birthday.. happy birthday to you.


imagine zach doing the story telling. its like watching the zach and joey show. lolz. live.

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came home tired and all.

just cant accept the fact that russ isnt the manager anymore. he's like this big brother. the tandem russ-vj jokes will surely haunt me. soooobrang i almost cried when he told me bout the news. lungkot talaga. i havent heard the reason pero malamang sooobrang valid din naman. just cant deny that i got affected.

i may still be around. but not like before. siguro adjustment stage din ako. sana they would appreciate my sacrifices and my presence like russel did. paranoid blah blah.. pero baka maisip nilang i have selfish intentions. :( na nakikiride and all. hope they would find that all i have is the love for the band. and for the industry itself. for music.

to sir russel eustaquio:

you are my big brother, sir. i would always miss those days when we were laughing like nothing else matters. i know you'd always be around, pero masaklap na hindi kasingdalas ng dati.

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soundstage pics last saturday.

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i dunno what to post anymore.

ive been so busy and all. and at the same time, masaya rin naman talaga. hirap nga lang makisalamuha sa tao na nakikipagplastikan lang, to use you and such. not that im "someone" pero ganun talaga e. nararamdaman pala talaga yun.

i am soo not in the mood.