So how long overdue is this.

The lame thing about me as a blogger is that whenever blog-worthy things have been happening, I usually end up too lazy to write about it. So my more interesting days are usually met with a semi-hiatus, which sucks. That's gotta change.

Anyway, a few things:
I bought the multicolored Holga. :D I'd been in love with it since I first saw it on the cover of Speed... so it wasn't entirely an impulse purchase. LOL. Anyway it's partly an early birthday gift to myself, and partly out of the fact that I've really needed a new hobby for a while now. I haven't had much practice with it yet. I'll take it out for a spin tomorrow. (Does anyone know where to buy expired 120mm film?)

The L plushie was a present from our editor, Jordan. :D

In other news, I finally found volume 1 of Y: the Last Man, and so far it's been pretty kickass. I've been wanting to start reading comics for a long time but for the most part I couldn't afford it. *sheepish* xD; Now I can't wait for this year's Komikon, so I can buy more. (Nov. 22. Let me know if you wanna come with.)

That's pretty much it for the amusements, unless you'd like to hear about my sudden interest in going to bars and listening to reggae music, which has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with last Tuesday's night out at Xaymaca, when I got to talk to the totally cute guitarist of the reggae band that was playing. ♥ :3 (What?) Haha.

To be honest, I've been working and playing hard over the past two weeks so I'm just kinda glad to have caught a break. That said, I can only chill for so long before I get bored so if anyone wants to hang out tomorrow (or hit a bar sometime next week), let me know? :D

Oh hi I sort of forgot I had this.

Back when I was unemployed I told myself that the first thing I'd do, as soon as I get a decent-paying job, was buy my own domain back. Now that I can actually afford it again, I'm like, "Meh." Hot damn I'm such a nerd the only thing I really miss from having a paid host isn't the glamor of having my own domain name, but the beautiful convenience of FTP-ing files to the server. @_@

Blogging here is losing its charm. Maybe I need a new audience. :/ I should try add-whoring on MySpace. Wait no. The guys there won't even read the damn profile page.

In other news, I've been taking random photos again. I think I'm bad at it, but my excuse is that's not the point? I'm just trying to distract myself from my own loneliness. xD I want to look at things a different way again, to notice colors again, to be amused by the silliest things again. Besides, if I understand correctly, the fact that I'm only using my crappy cameraphone shouldn't matter as long as I'm truly honest with myself. xD Ohoho. I don't even know what that means.

Gotta go, meeting in a few. Later, folks.

A few things made of win.

1. The Yoshi Burger
So. That's the Yoshi Burger from TokyoCafe (at The Block, SM North)... and yes, I totally got it JUST BECAUSE OF ITS NAME. xD But that aside, it was made of awesome. I know there's really not a lot of... diversity to expect from cheeseburgers , nonetheless it was pretty damn good. My mom and I went there last week. I'm sure the rest of the stuff on the menu is promising too only now I'm probably too obsessed with the Yoshi to try anything else.

2. James Dean
I think I'm in love I've found a new fandom. I can't stop watching this. xD I actually ended up writing about him for work. "...young, irreverent, non-conformist, and a loner," I said about him and his rebel image. *swoon* ~(_^_)~♥ But really, apart from the bad-boy image, he's just absolutely amazing as an actor. There's just something really raw and pure about it, it's like he's not even acting. I saw him in Giant years ago (plus another short movie), but I've yet to see Rebel in its entirety, so--DVD hunt this Saturday, I guess. xD Text or IM or something, if anyone wants to come with.

3. Wall-E
WATCH IT. It is bar none the best-looking Pixar film ever. I can't stop saying that. Especially the parts at the beginning. And especially how they made it look like it was shot in film, instead of all synthetic-looking like CG usually is. And I'm glad it was as cool as it was, otherwise I would've looked like a total asshat after I had to... to... preemptively rave about it in a magazine article. xD xD xD OH HEY yeah btw I was published this month. Check out August's issue of SPEED, I have a few articles in there. \(>v<)/ I... forgot to blow my own horn ahead of time, sorry. Ohoho. I DIGRESS. Wall-E was fantastic. It was witty even without dialogue and the CG was kickass.

Anyway that's it for now. More meaningful post some other time or elsewhere. xD I just felt like I had to update here since it's been a while.

Time to dance.

Wow, this took me a while.

Ok. Just because I said I would--and never mind that I've forgotten most of the details by now--here's the follow-up post about the Panic at the Disco concert. With pics.


Clockwise from top left: (1) During "There's a Good Reason These Tables are Numbered," Ryan made us snap to the verse and do jazz hands! for the chorus. (2) Brendon... multitasking. (3) That would hurt, I imagine. D: (4) That's Brendon taking a swig of water (presumably :P) in the bg.

Some more random shots of RyRo and Bden rocking out. Including (top left)... the one photo of RyDen fanservice ♥ that I was able to capture.[?] Oh ho. xD xD xD Bottom left: Bden wearing one of them plastic devil horn things that they sell at the venue. [defensive] Ah, and why I lack Jon and Spencer photos is not just a matter of fangirl bias. xD Jon was far from me, and Spencer... he moved too fast. O_O [/defensive] LOL

x x x x x

Some a-hole kept trying to talk to me during the concert. What. It was bad enough that he was obviously not a fan (he was just with his friend from Canada, who was), but he kept making all these stupid comments. And he kept trying to start a conversation, in really bad fob English, even when my face was like, Meh. I mean, hmm. I like guys that are straightforward, but I'd like to think there's a difference between being straighforward and... and... just being an asshat. T~T

Dude aka Jerko McDouchebag: So... do you... stay hir? In the Philipins?
Me: *while turning away* ...yah. >_>;

[Later]
Dude aka Asshat McStoopid: *glances at my camera* So. Marami ka nang nakuhang pictures*?
Me: *while turning away* nnhhrrnnsssh. >_<;
*Have you taken a lot of photos?

x x x x x

The concert was another one of the rare occasions that let me go out in my stripey socks--this time with boots. I looked ridiculous to normal people, out in the streets, but in the audience, I fit right in. xD Aaand, NO, I did not bother to count the number of patterned hoodies in there. There were. SO MANY. (>v<);

x x x x x

BTW. The opening act--a Canadian band called Crowned King--was pretty cool too. They had this 80's-ish sound to them, I liked it. And I liked their guitarist (right)--first because he vaguely resembled Patrick Stump in, uh, shape... xD and he had some funky dance moves.

Swear to shake it up if you swear to listen.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEFASDFAFSDLFJA;SLFJ
ALSJKFLAJSFLAJSFJLJFLAKJSFLJASLJFDAJFLKJLKJASLK
DAJUA'A;AFJSDLAKJFJASDJHGHGJGHAHFHASLKDJFH
ALKSJDFHLKPPPPPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANIIIIIIIIIIII
IIIIICCCCCCCCCCCC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! \(>o<)/ (Yes, I think I actually managed to physically make that face.)

*cue uncontrollable flailing*

*jumping around*

*spazz*

*dance*

*breathe* ok now that's out of the way: the Panic at the Disco concert was the GREATEST. THING. EVER. O_O

One more time, with feelings.

The Panic at the Disco concert was the GREATEST THING EVER. \(>v<)/

They played (In semi-random order, just as I remember them.):
♥ = my favorites

We're So Starving
Nine in the Afternoon
She's a Handsome Woman
But it's Better if You Do ♥
There's a Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered, Honey, You Just Haven't Thought of It Yet [Ryan made the audience snap along during the verse and do jazz hands! during the chorus xD] ♥
That Green Gentleman ♥
The Only Difference Between Suicide and Martyrdom is Press Coverage
Behind the Sea
Lying is the Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off
I Write Sins, Not Tragedies ♥
I Constantly Thank God for Esteban
Folkin' around
Time to Dance [Brendon solo. Naturally, we did "Shotgun! Wedding! Shotgun! Wedding!" :D] ♥
Northern Downpour
Pas de Cheval
Mad As Rabbits

Yes, pretty much, they sang nearly everything in Fever (except Nails for Breakfast and Build God) and some stuff from Pretty.Odd. :D

Needless to say, I shrieked louder than I ever thought I was physically capable of. Ah, and my "seat" was mostly just a technicality because I was on my feet the whole time (well for a while, I stood on the seat... until the bouncer told me not to. Damned spoilsport.) xD I never thought I could keep screaming so loud and for such a long period. I danced and yelled the lyrics sang at the top of my lungs. :D I also did this \m/ a lot. Moohaha. IT WAS SO MUCH FUNx100,000,000,000.

Alright, I'm off to bed to pass out now. (LOL whose bright idea was it to hold this concert on a Thursday.) I'll follow up with a more extensive and hopefully, coherent narration. Because I'm the narrator and this is just the prologue. Sorry, I just had to do that. Oh ho. xD xD xD. Photos (I have lots) will follow as soon as I retrieve them from my sister's camera.

(Also, since they ended with "Mad as Rabbits"... before goodbye, the last lyrics they sang were "we must reinvent love... reinvent love...") ♥ :3

And all that crass.

What, if this article from the Philippine Star is anything to go by? Then Ryan Ross is a discourteous bratty rock star. Oh, sorry, I mean Ryan Ross is allegedly a discourteous and bratty rock star. Fortunately, I am over that phase of my life in which I pretend to like musicians for their wonderful personalities (Oh but in the case of Question?... they really seem like nice guys. I digress.) That, and I am willing to give Ryan the benefit of the doubt. And, I really, really like his lyrics. And I'm going to their concert, so I feel obligated to defend them. For my money's worth. xD

That aside, I'd rather put in my two cents about the article itself. Particularly, the paragraph right after the interview part, in which the writer calls Ryan Ross a "shmuck" and imagines him in an S&M orgy with groupies--among other low blows. Fine. Assuming the interview really did go that badly, then Ryan was an asshat, and the writer had every good reason to be pissed off. But as I've pointed out (in a message board, oh lulz), it's one thing to have a cranky rock star being an ass on the phone, and quite another to have a writer from a major daily slinging such cheap insults in writing. (Name calling? Really now.) What. The whole Brian Gorrel incident, and now articles like this? The Philippine Star is shaping up to be one of the classiest newspapers around. Watch your ass, BusinessWorld.

I never gave a damn about the weather.

What: Company outing
Where: the beach, in Puerto Galera
When: right smack in the middle of typhoon season, 1st-3rd August 2008

Let's not get into why. Last Friday, I found myself bound for the beach, for a company team-building(ish) trip to Puerto Galera with two fellow writers, co-workers and bosses from the Korean office, and our Canadian editor. With a complete disregard of everything I learned about coherence, here are some of the highlights.

FRIDAY.
Around noon. Yelling across terraces at the resort.
Editor: HEY INCHUL!!!
Inchul (co-worker from Korea): YEAH?
Editor: LIZ HAS SOMETHING TO TELL YOU!!!
Inchul: WHAT?
Me: ...YOU HAVE A NICE BUTT!
Inchul: *cracks up*

x x x x x

I got to go snorkeling!!! IT. WAS. UNBELIEVABLE. I don't have enough words. The corals and the little fishies were sooooo beautiful!!! I even saw a blue starfish at the bottom, which I swear was the prettiest thing ever. Never mind that it probably wasn't my, um, most graceful moment. xD I couldn't count how many times I had to shake off my mask just so I wouldn't end up drinking half the ocean. :P LOLNOOB.

In the afternoon, the whole group went fishing, and let me just say. I finally understand why I never understood the appeal of fishing. xD I guess I'm just not the kind of person who's up for staying still in one place for a really long time, just waiting for fish that you're not even sure would bite or not. (Ah, that, and I don't even like fish. Wahaha.)

SATURDAY
The snorkeling left us with useless, sore arms, so Meg and I both took a rain check for the "jungle tour" that our other co-workers went on that day. So us two girls--both with considerable ADHD symptoms--scampered about for other activities to fill the day with. First up, we got some sweet henna tattoos--room service, natch. :3

The flower design on my lower spine means balance, the butterfly on my upper back means freedom.

We also hung out at the beach, camwhored a LOT, and oddly, became something of a tourist attraction(?) because some dude just had to trot over to get his picture taken with us in the background. xD LOL WHUT.

SUNDAY
Most of the morning was a huge photo op. Stole hibiscus flowers, posed around. In photo: Those rocks? Those were SHARP. Really sharp. That's me pretending they don't hurt me in the ass.

Afterwards, us three writers went on a relatively long trek along the "shore" (that at that time had disappeared into the tide), and got soaked in the rain, just for the sake of souvenirs for ourselves and loved ones. xD I guess I went a little crazy buying the pretty bracelets, but I just absolutely love their color.


All in all, it was easily one of the best trips I've ever been on. I guess I'd be saying something else if I'd gone on the aforementioned "jungle tour" (which turned out to be something of a mild disaster), but yeah.

♥ I'll probably up more pics to Facebook, Friendster, etc. The mushier (aka moar feelings plskthx) stuff, as always, will be relegated to the not-so-sekrit journal. xD Also, I might edit this tomorrow. I'm so sleepy right now it's no longer funny. Oyasumi nasai! (_^_).zZ