CHICANE IN MANILA!

September 29, 2008 at 12:55 pm | Filed under camwhorage, events, joyful girl

When I got wind of Chicane coming to Manila last August, the first thing I did when I got home from my drunken Godskitchen weekend was transfer their whole discography to my iPod (ok, so more like just three albums). I’ve been a huge fan of theirs since, like, forever (fine, since I discovered house and electronica when I was in college) and I’ve always regretted not being able to see them when they were here a while ago (stupid call center schedule, really). I almost didn’t go last Saturday due to some social obligations (if you must know, the brother’s girlfriend had her birthday slash despedida party that same night), but when Rico offered me his other ticket, I took it as a sign from the universe and told myself: “You’re meant to go, Helga. You’re meant to go.”

Or maybe something less dramatic than that.

And OMG, it’s a good thing I went because thanks to Nokia, Jayvee, Fritz, Phoebe, and Rico (to quote Jayvee: this blogging thing *insert big smile here*), I was lucky enough to be at the pre-gig press conference and be in the same room with the band.

INTERVIEW WITH MYX. PHOTO CRED GOES TO JAYVEE.

JAYVEE, RICO, HELGA. PHOTO CRED GOES TO PHOEBE
(HEE, SHE TALKED MAKE-UP WITH FEMALE VOCALS, NATASHA BROCKLEBANKS. READ IT HERE).

BEST. EVENT. EVER— not once during the concert did I sit down. My kilig was so apparent that night because I couldn’t stop hugging myself and squeezing my purse and well, dancing. I can’t thank Nokia (and Rico!) enough for putting us in Nokia VIP (VIP section nearest the stage), giving us a great and hassle-free Chicane experience. There were some technical difficulties and even two instances of dead air, but seriously, I don’t care. The band pulled through and predictably ended the night with No Ordinary Morning (as Nick Bracegirdle said during his Myx interview: “You guys love that shit, don’t you?”)

CHICANE ON STAGE! PHOTO CRED GOES TO PHOEBE.

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

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FRIISPIRIT FRIDAY!

September 15, 2008 at 5:50 pm | Filed under camwhorage, events, joyful girl

LAUREN BEATING MY ASS IN A GUITAR HERO FACE-OFF.
WE WERE PLAYING AEROSMITH’S COVER OF ALL THE YOUNG DUDES HERE.

Upon, Jayvee’s invitation, I dragged Drew and Allah to Friispirit last Friday for a night of Guitar Hero, Rock Band, beer, and munchies. It was my first time at Friispirit (located at One Burgundy Plaza’s ground floor along Katipunan Avenue. It’s the building where 7-11 is) and my first time to try out GH and RB and ZOMG, it was so much fun, my fingers were sore ’til the next day!

ME SINGING. I SUCKED AT IT, BY THE WAY.
I TRIED OUT THE DRUMS AND I SUCKED AT IT, TOO.
I SHALL STICK TO SKANK-DANCING.

I was only able to play Mario Kart, Guitar Hero, and Rock Band but Drew and Allah played this Rayman Raving Rabbids 2 mini game where you throw balls of paper at the teacher while his back is turned. If the teacher catches you, he’ll throw an eraser at you, so you either hide your Wii OR you can snitch on one of your classmates. I heard Lauren got an eraser thrown her way.

Now before things get boring: I forgot to ask about Friispirit’s fees, but according to a couple of friends who used to go there, it costs PHP 500 to register as a member and it’s PHP 75 per hour per Wii stick to play. Prices may have gone up, though. I’m definitely going back one of these days, seeing that I can’t afford a Nintendo Wii or the Rock Band peripherals right now.

More pictures here and here.

So cute: Ladybug steam cleaners!

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ERASERHEADS REUNION CONCERT.

September 1, 2008 at 5:44 pm | Filed under events, joyful girl, pop culture and such

I was four-years old when the Eraserheads first came out and I didn’t start listening to them until my brother brought home a copy of Cutterpillow. Ten is too young an age to appreciate and fall in love with an odd-sounding quartet whose songs were nothing I could relate to, but Ang Huling El Bimbo captured my pre-adolescent heart.

Getting to the Eraserheards reunion concert last Saturday turned into an almost-epic adventure for Drew and I and save for a few bumps (like Drew losing his phone right when the band opened with Alapaap and my having to wrestle with a hundred people for water), it was a remarkable experience. There have been enough complaints written about how badly produced the event was; Ticketworld clearly misled us with the map of the venue they posted on the site, as there was no mention of VIP and SVIP sections. I’m sorry if I expected to get more out of the 1,300 I shelled out, really, but never the mind. It was enough to see hear live for the last time (but let’s hope not) a band whose music greatly made up the soundtrack of our formative years.

I really wish I could post some badass pictures from that night, but I have none. Instead, I shall show you how just how far (away from the stage) my monies could get me:

Shower faucets, I mean, the crowd.

I’d post the video clips I took but they’re all very Blair Witch Project, seeing that I couldn’t stop swaying, shrieking, singing, and jumping up and down.

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IT’S FINALLY WITH ME!

August 3, 2008 at 11:28 pm | Filed under joyful girl, mr wonderful

Goodies from the lover: my gorilla pod, Batsing, and my external hard drive, Bhoy Backup! It’s been here (by here, I mean the Philippines) over a month but I only got it yesterday (with Mordo’s help!).

The first thing my dad said, after seeing what the gorilla pod is for: “Can we attach that to Peachy so we can have a Cat Cam?” (and no, I didn’t attempt. Maybe if I find a lighter camera). I’m so happy, especially for Bhoy Backup; I transferred my Gossip Girl and Veronica Mars episodes along with a bunch of other movies and videos and that easily freed up 10 gigs of laptop space. Next on my list: more RAM.

Batsing as a bird made out of tumors/a creature in need of finding out the latest life insurance rates (wait, what?):

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A TIMELINE OF SORTS.

July 22, 2008 at 7:47 pm | Filed under joyful girl, mr wonderful, technicolor lover, the helga manual

Age 5: Kindergarten 2 Helga’s defining moment of the whole school year is her going up to the chalkboard and correctly solving the math problem in front of her peers (who were most likely not paying any attention at all). She may be incapable— at the age of 23— to count past a hundred, but she will always know that 2+3=5.

Age 7: Helga comes to terms with the fact that she will never be a Little Miss Philippines, a gymnast, a ballerina, or Candy Candy.

Age 8: Helga comes to terms with the fact that she will never be Wendy, surrogate mother to the Lost Boys, either. Makes a conscious effort to stop forcing herself to fly “in her sleep”.

Age 10: Physical Ed. She does 86 sit-ups and pwns everyone in her class— girls and boys.

Helga: We had to do sit-ups for PE. I did 86 sit-ups. I pwnd everyone
Lover: hahhaha. I used to be able to do 100 upside down. 4 sets of 25.
Helga: O YA? HOW OLD WERE YOU?!?!?!?!?!
Lover: yeah. Hmm…18? I had mad abs hehe
Helga: I WAS 10! WHEN I DID 86 SIT UPS!
Lover: Hehehe. Fine!

Age 11: Helga falls in love for the first time with a boy named Taylor Hanson.

Age 12: She kicks a boy in the nuts because he was talking smack about Hanson TO HER FACE!! Discovers the internet; she finds it awesome.

Age 17: Moves to the big city. Loses five pounds during her first week of college, prompting relatives to ask if she’s doing drugs. Spends a lot of nights hanging out at her neighborhood Starbucks, walking home at two in the morning with her male best friend from high school. While walking, they’d create lines of poetry that they’d yell at the moon.

Age 17.5: Male best friend from high school admits to her he’s gay. There is finally hope for her to be a fag hag fruit fly.

Age 18: Gay male best friend from high school drops out of college and moves back to the boonies. Helga starts dating and sleeping with the wrong and worst kind of men, but not as the result of.

Age 19: Spends the whole first semester of her junior year a drunken stoned mess. Is still dating and sleeping with the wrong and worst kind of men, the result and cause of.

Age 20: At a hundred and five pounds and looking wonderfully wanarexic skinny (yet needing a steady supply of blemish acne cream for the pimple farm on her forehead), she flips the nightmare that is her Little-Thesis-That-Could-But-Wouldn’t the middle finger. Makes the biggest mistake of her life. Is still dating and sleeping with the wrong and worst kind of men.

Age 21: Is still dating and sleeping with the wrong and worstest kind of men.

Age 22: Helga sets a record and goes through four men in less than four months. Man #5 comes along and she falls in love.

Age 23: Remedies the mistake she committed at age 20 by getting a normal job. Life, it is wonderful.

=)

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