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Tuesday, December 05, 2006 |
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| GRAPHIKA MANILA |
 See www.graphikamanila.com
It's like entering a palace before a royal banquet. You get this feeling of debility, to take a seat before the presence of the masters. And at the same time it fires you up with enough fuel to find your own voice in graphics design. Learning about their humble beginning, the creative process and the driving passion that they took makes you twitch a muscle towards that same light. Just a little more effort from your usual.
Now, I've always thought that I'd end up in a job that involves writing. People say I have a quirky way of seeing things and my writing sounds like conversations people have in their heads as well, only well more brutally graphic.
I don't know if it is just me or due to some left-brain right-brain demarcation, but I seem to have a certain degree of difficulty combining literary pieces to graphics design. It's like between changing type face and font sizes, I become dyslexic and suddenly lose sense of grammar. And I don't want to be between crossroad. So right now I’m taking it out as umm paranoia.
I'm all hands up for Halil Yildrim and Drew Europeo (www.constructedbehaviours.com). I love the colors and the detailing. Most of all the conceptual fusion. Josh Davis (www.joshuadavis.com) whose dynamic abstraction and mutation leaves one thinking of subliminal messages. MK12, who made a live video conference straight from Kansas (www.mk12.com) showed spectacular Nuvo Arte in experimental film. It's poetry on video. Team Manila and Inksurge for making all budding g.artists believe that there is future in this industry And for Avid Liongren, whose creative and atrocious approach to solving production humps made it look so easy, makes the little people like us believe that our stars are just a skip-hop-skip away.
Sick.Sadistic.Shallow. Deconstructing the World before bedtime.
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posted by LetsGetSoakingWet @ 12:30 AM  |
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| LOMO.COTION LOCO.MOTION |
 (WISHLIST)
That's why I want one.
It's the spontaneity. How random the shots come out and the anticipation you get while waiting for the film to be developed and the prints to come out.
It opposes to every professional photographer's aberrant desire to control the outcome, from the lights to the exposure to even the flash compensation, gawd even the weather, if there is a celestial knob for that.
I want a LCA LOMO-Camera (see www.lomostuff.blogspot.com)
I want it for its imperfection, its plastic lenses, the light leaks, the color flashes, the action sampler shots and the bulging fish eye effect.
In the meantime, I suffice my craving with my Canon Ixus named CAMTOT, toying with Long Time Exposure.
Argh. I can't fool myself. I want to have that toy camera.
NOTE TO SANTA:
Santa, I know you don't owe me anything because I have been naughty for the past 23 years of my life, but I know someone who's got the hots for you and would gladly render carnal favors in exchange for a LOMO cam.
Sick.Sadistic.Shallow. Deconstructing the World before bedtime while wishing for a LOMO cam. |
| posted by LetsGetSoakingWet @ 12:18 AM |
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| November 25, 2006: Kylie Night |
Joined by Phoebe and her friend, the delectably bubbly-yet-dignified-in-a-suit-during-daytime friend Michael, we headed up for Kylie Minogue Night at Makati Ave. Mai and Vinnie were on their way. I was with Mike and King. Eric was able to do a late entrance.
Point of Info, Fahkri a.k.a Dr. Slut is a Kylie devotee. He was born from a Kylie Tree, fell through its Kylie branches, landed on a Kylie-look-alike and made her an altar. He is so into Kylie, his PDA has a Kylie wallpaper, his friendster profiles show him with a Kylie Pin up and his latest trip to Europe for Kylie's concert. Prelude to all song changes was him giving a brief historical background as to what the song was, when it was first released and to which concert was it performed. So it was a learning experience altogether.
Up to date, even without knowing how popular Kylie was, I loved her DID IT AGAIN video. And recently have I learned that she was the one who sung LOCOMOTION. Surprise surprise.
Partied hard enough to have me sweating Kylie off my skin.
Sick.Sadistic.Shallow. Deconstructing the World after partying. |
| posted by LetsGetSoakingWet @ 12:03 AM |
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| November 17, 2006: CARAFEstation |
We have noticed this pattern.
That every time we ended up in Carafe, it was due to some tragic loss or some life-changing, career-ending cosmic decisions.
Flashback:
* Berne, my frequently-mistaken-for-a-gay-guy friend met up with his girl-slash-friend to comfort her after discovering her long time bf has secretly bore a child. (Hayop ka Tonyo! Hayooop! Hikbi . . .so tele-serye material)
* Officemates were on the verge of burning out and was opting to call it quits. (the pain of existential agony)
* Berne was on temporary suspension for fraud which turned out was not his fault. (and he got paid back the days he wasn't working, good karma)
* And like history repeating itself, we found ourselves back here to pine and ponder my friend Ron's verdict regarding some work-related issues affecting his employment.
Leslie, who was given an NTE (notice to explain) due to her frequent notorious MIA's, refused to commemorate this event, seeing that Carafe was like Dante's limbo. And fortunately, she took a sharp swerve away from termination.
What is it in this place that makes one feel like you are in a room where doctors tell family members that their love ones are alive, dead, in a coma or have successfully sexually switched gender.
In the meantime, a tall girl who bears Angela Velez's features sat for almost half an hour while her keyboardist was figuring out where Do-Re-Mi is located. In the meantime I was mockingly doing an impression of her singing Thousand Miles.
Minutes later, she sings… Making my way down town, walking fast…..
This is so freaky.
Sick.Sadistic.Shallow. Deconstructing the World before bedtime.
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| posted by LetsGetSoakingWet @ 1:58 AM |
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| November 04, 2006: FATulence Away |
 There are times when you wake up one day and realize that you have to choose another host body because the one that you have right now is starting to resemble like it's going to implode into a black hole. So, with Mike, King and Tracy in tow, we headed to Blue Rackets and threatened our fats to extinction, which in reality wasn't much of threat since my fats were smart enough to know that this was a one shot deal. You can almost hear them mutter we'll be back, you'll see, we'll be back in a McArthur kind of fashion.
Tracy, conveniently paired off with Mike, has yet to realize the full potential of her legs. Though undoubtedly learning fast, her legs just refuse to listen to her head. Which in short makes her a wall flower as one might hear from interior decorators. Her service is definitely a great improvement, still I am questioning her reflexes whether to be a thing of myth and legends. Nyahaha.
And as prophesied we ended up eating back all the carbs we lost.
Sick.Sadistic.Shallow. Deconstructing the World before bedtime. |
| posted by LetsGetSoakingWet @ 1:53 AM |
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| October 27, 2006: Festival of Dionysius |
 Boredom.
Nostalgia.
And in light to the spirit of true Greek fashion, the god in me decided to rekindle the festival of my cohort, Dionysius, who is, of course, known for his wine. In Pinoy-speak, that would be the Octoberfest in Metrowalk. (you see, I have this belief that I was a Greek god in ancients past who decided to become mortal for the kicks of it)
It would be a sad thing to pass up this chance to get drunk and be merry. I mean, you could only have so much reason to get wasted, and Octo-fest was valid enough.
Flashback:
Oyster boy with Hegem and Ian. When I came to break in the Manila scene, Metrowalk was like a mother ship. And these guys where like the Tour Guides when I was yet a mean green Martian.
POI (Point of Info) Panoramic shot of Metrowalk was taken with my Ixus: CAMTOT's Stitch Assist. Galing!
Sick.Sadistic.Shallow. Deconstructing the World before bedtime. Labels: after work, drinking spree, events |
| posted by LetsGetSoakingWet @ 1:42 AM |
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| October 12, 2006 |
Singing for me is actually something that comes unnaturally. Like bearing conjoined twins or having three nipples.
It's one artistic venture that is not part of my genetic composition. More often than not, I get away singing musical pieces with theatrics and incessant mid-chorus commentaries. Like faking a crustacean accent and sing Under the Sea or gush out the guttural lines to Born to be Wild to give that rock star flair, which works great in redirecting focuses.
But sadly, I have faced the fact (and my own parent's perpetual public disapproval) and have long reserved my RAGE BLACKOUTS on occasions where the life of the world depends on my prowess in howling.
So the Red Box stint that day was more of a social call than the BIRIT-slash-DIVA caterwauling that Mike, Dave, Jenny and Mark was looking forward to.
Luckily, the food was decent enough to appeal to my impending vocal doom.
Mark had his own repertoire all set like a cassette tape on cue. If I haven't known any better, I swear he bears a GOLD PASS MEMBERS ONLY Card here in Red Box. Like he can navigate the machine like the back of his hand. After a few Christian Bautistas and Spice Girls later, we all ended up doing an all-star pass-the-mic around with a series of songs.
Jen and Mike did Celine Dion's The Prayer, which, simply put, clearly stood witness to their range. I, on the other hand was enjoying Meatloaf, which for me stood witness to my impeccable taste for good food. |
| posted by LetsGetSoakingWet @ 1:18 AM |
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