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Guiguinto Sikad at Musika

Last week, my cousin's boyfriend Roland (the same guy who brought me to the Queso show in 2014—see post entitled Rakista Royalty) tagged me on one of his Facebook posts regarding a gig, which obviously, he knew I'd be interested with. The show is called Guiguinto Sikad at Musika and what really interested me a lot about it—aside from the fact that it is a fucking rock gig—is that Greyhoundz is going to be the main act. I mean, how awesome is that? And of course I said I certainly will go. I mean, it has been a long time since I last attended a rock concert. And besides, I badly need something to lift my spirit up nowadays because I am still grieving from the death of Photskie (the love of my life) and I think I need a break from crying. So when I asked Roland to count me in, he sent me five passes right away. So everything was set, except that I have no one to go there with. I asked few of my friends but they seem to be very busy with whatever and some of them just aren't interested (would you fucking believe that?). What I did was I posted the show's poster and a photo of my passes on my Facebook, asking random people to join me. What would I do with four extra tickets, right? I might as well give them to other metalheads who are interested to see Greyhoundz perform live. A lot of dudes liked my post, one of them was one of my ultimate crushes—no less than Joel Garcia of the band Memento Mori—who happens to be performing on the same show. I was very thrilled when I learned about it. Imagine, I'll get to watch Greyhoundz perform in the flesh plus I will see Memento Mori—not to mention, Joel Garcia—as well! Awesome, yeah? I'm sure it will be an awesome night. I promise I will update you guys with the details of the event. But if you happen to be attending this gig too, then see you there!

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I'm Gonna Marry Emily Kinney

                When I learned that Taylor Momsen of The Pretty Reckless was the one who played Jenny Humphrey in The CW’s television series Gossip Girl, I figured out the reason why I didn’t know about her is because I never really watched the show. But it’s the total opposite with Emily Kinney; I was (and still am) a huge fan of AMC’s The Walking Dead series and this is why I love Beth Greene (I mean, who doesn’t?). Too bad The Walking Dead killed off her character, but great news; Beth is alive!

                Hell yeah, Beth is alive. No, she did not turn into a walker. She’s just alive and she is even going to marry a rockstar! Or at least that’s what her latest single is all about. OK, it’s not actually the character Beth that I am talking about right now but the person who played it. The 29-year-old actress and singer has just released a new music video for her pop single Rockstar, and manages to make a cheeky reference to her zombie show. You read it right, Emily Kinney is already almost 30. Surprise! I know right. I also thought she was younger ‘coz she played the character of a shy, soft-spoken 16-year-old farm girl who never drank alcohol. And also, when you hear her sing, she sounds like a little girl or an angel (if you actually already heard a real angel sing). But Rockstar is all about planning to marry a guy which obviously isn’t a young girl thing. To the tune of a very catchy music, Emily Kinney sings about her future plans; marrying a rockstar and the life after that. What makes the song even more lovable is that she plans on living a simple life despite being married to a famous recording artist. Admit it, when you hear the word “rockstar” you immediately think of a person who lives luxuriously and bears a bad reputation. And of course, when you are married to a rockstar, you’re also going to pick up the bad habits. It’s just a relief to hear that Emily Kinney still chooses to stay sweet and simple even after marrying the lucky rocker dude.

                The music video is equally simple — it’s even shot entirely in black and white. It shows Emily just hanging out with her friends, dancing a little, and caught-dead wearing a cropped MTV shirt, flannel and a beanie which reminds me of the 90’s era. But maybe it’s just me or the music video is really sort of sarcastic. I’m not sure but Emily and her friends seem like they’re mocking rockstars in it. And when I think about it, the song is also kind of sarcastic in a way that it tells a story of a life that is opposing the most possible real deal when you marry a rockstar. Or maybe it’s just in my head ‘coz I know that Emily Kinney is a country artist. And I don’t know who she’s dating right now — is there even someone?

                But you know what, whatever! It doesn’t matter if she really wants to marry a rockstar or just being sarcastic about it, all I know is that I love Emily Kinney and her song. Too bad I’m not gonna be seeing any more of her in the continuation of season 5 of The Walking Dead. But if it is any consolation, I at least am still gonna be hearing songs from her.

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SMH — not "Shaking My Head" but "Save Me Hollywood"

Photo from PULP Magazine Live.

          I’ve been meaning to write something about Save Me Hollywood since I first heard their songs but I wasn’t really updating this blog for almost a year now (that means that my next few entries will be more on updates and yeah, throwbacks). Anyway, now that I already have my “free time”, I’m gonna write a little review about the band. And please, pardon me if I’m gonna be bad at writing a review as this is going to be the first time I’m ever gonna do something like this.

          So, it was February 2013 when I bought the month’s issue of PULP Magazine and the particular issue came with a free Save Me Hollywood audio sampler. My first reaction when I first popped the record into my computer’s  CD drive and listened to it was that the band sounded like Paramore. It’s a compliment in a way, right. I mean, sounding like a great band like Paramore means that your band is really awesome. But in my humble opinion, it’s unfair to compare Save Me Hollywood to Paramore or to any other bands out there. For one, Save Me Hollywood is a local band. And no other OPM bands sound like they do which means that Save Me Hollywood’s music stands out in the local scene.

          And why wouldn’t they stand out? The band is composed of members from other great OPM bands like Chicosci, Arcadia, April Morning Skies and Typecast. Man, I’m a huge fan of these bands! And combining them together to form another band is genius. Now, who’s not gonna love Save Me Hollywood?

          Given the fact that the band’s members are awesome (i.e. Melvin Macatiag of Typecast, “Calde” of Chicosci, Aaron Corvera and Kenneth Arranza of April Morning Skies), another reason why they stand out is because they have the gorgeous Myx VJ slash former Miss Teen Philippines slash Jam 88.3 DJ — no less than Julz Savard — to front the band. And guess what, Calde kinda put the band up for her. Lucky girl huh?

          Now let me talk about how I find their music. I instantly fell in love with their songs, to be honest. The audio sampler from PULP Magazine only has three songs in them — all from the album “Your Story To Tell” (which contains eight more tracks) — but I love all of it because I so love pop-rock and punk-rock. Because I’m a 90’s kid!

          The three songs in the audio sampler are very well written and the music is absolutely outstanding. Knowing who the members are, I can tell that each one of them contributed in creating each singles. I especially love “Reckless” for its positive message for the youth. Making the Pinoy youth realize that it’s OK to dream and that no one (not even the adults) should stop them in pursuing it. In this song, Save Me Hollywood stated that “we are the hope and the future” which I personally think as a prophecy for the band; with this kind of music, they indeed are the hope and the future of OPM. For me, they are “the promised ones with everything to prove”.

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Rakista Royalty

            Everybody knows how I really love rock. Be it music, artists, fashion, movies, books or anything or whatever; just practically all things rock. And the people who know me very well are all aware that I am really into attending gigs and rock concerts. And I’m not the kind of rakista who’s gonna be contented of just listening to rock music or body-slamming at concerts, I am the kind who’s willing to really get my self so much involved in the rock scene. To begin with, I’ve been with three exes who were in their own respective bands. It could be just a coincidence but they all happen to be their bands’ bass guitarists. Also, I try my best to somehow contribute something to the local rock music industry by promoting gigs and events, and even organizing some of ‘em. This way, I managed to make friends with some popular bands (or at least some of their members) like Giniling Festival and Poteyto. But ironic as it may sound, I have never been a VIP in any concerts – until last December.

            I was one of those kiddos who were very much devoted to selling tickets for one rock event in our town. Of course I really wanted that particular concert to be successful because 1.) My friends organized it, and 2.) Queso was the major performer. So a few hours before the concert started, I was still in Facebook trying to sell out all the tickets that were left. Lucky enough, I managed to get them sold by giving away a 25% discount on each of the tickets.

            My friend, Roland (my cousin’s boyf), was really glad when I told him that I was able to sell all the tickets. So when we arrived at the venue, he and his friends who were his co-organizers led me to the VIP section. I thought they were making a mistake ‘coz my ticket was only for general admission. “That’s OK!” One of the organizers told me and showed me a thumb. Then the guys who were wearing black shirts and holding flash lights ushered me to the best spot in the VIP area.

            There was a whole bunch of bands that performed before Queso. I really enjoyed a freakin’ lot! I had my eyes trained to that one band from Caloocan city while they were performing on stage when Roland’s friend asked me if I wanted beer.

            “Akala ko ba bawal uminom dito?” I asked, puzzled. OK, I know we were in the VIP area and more often than not, VIPs can do practically everything. But in that particular event, beer was not allowed even if you were VIP.

            “Sila, bawal. Bakit, tayo ba sila?” The guy replied.

            “Mmmkay.” I agreed.

            So Roland and his friend went somewhere in the backstage and after a couple of minutes, they were back with bottles of ice-cold Red Horse in their hands. “Pinapa-bigay sa’yo ni boss.” Roland handed me one of the bottles. We started drinking and it was really awkward because all of the other people around were staring at us. I even heard someone murmured “Bakit sila pwedeng uminom?”

            “Nand’yan na nga pala ‘yung Queso, kakarating lang. Mamaya titignan ko kung makaka-pasok tayo para makapagpa-picture.” Roland told me.

            I almost choked when I heard what he just said. OH MY FREAKIN’ LORD! “Are you serious?” I almost screamed. He just nodded.

            I couldn’t wait any longer but I managed to keep my cool. I pretended to be nonchalant but deep inside I was in the brink of exploding with joy.

            Few moments more, Queso was already doing their sound check. And when they started playing, I dived into the crowd and body-slammed with them. It was the best feeling! I did not give a fuck about who’s body-slamming with me, we just body-slammed. And it lasted for like 30 minutes before Queso called it a night. I was really drained and was lying on the floor when Roland pulled me up, “Halika baka maunahan tayo sa backstage.” He literally dragged me along. But when we reached the backstage door, the security guy was blocking it.

            “Bawal po dito.” He was telling everybody who was trying their luck to get in.

            “Kuya,” Roland waved his hand to get the guard’s attention. “Kasama ko po ‘to.” He gestured to me. To my surprise, the guard opened the door and let us in. I heard the others protested and cursed but I let my self in anyway. I mean, hello! I was about to meet Ian Tayao, why would I care about those people’s protests, right?

            So we were in. But Ian Tayao was still talking to the organizers so we had to wait for a while.

            “Halika, puntahan muna natin ‘yung iba.” Roland led me to the next room where the other Queso members were resting and preparing to leave. He introduced me to them and they were really nice. I remember Biboy Garcia asked me “Nag-enjoy ka ba sa show?” I just smiled and nodded.

            I shook hands with them and we left the room because Ian Tayao was done talking to the organizers. We went back to the other room and Roland introduced me to Ian Tayao. I could not believe my eyes! It was Ian Irving Tayao in the flesh. And I shook hands with him! I was ready to die! He was telling me something but I couldn’t really concentrate. Good thing Roland started talking with him.

            When Roland brought me home, I told him how thankful I was and that I really enjoyed the show. And of course, I thanked him for the VIP treatment. I’m sure I’m gonna meet Queso again, but I’m not sure it’s gonna be the same experience.

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April Rocks – I Don’t

             So April is the month that all the rakistas in the country is waiting for. You ask why? C’mon! It’s PULP Summer Slam month! I’ve been dying to attend this event every fuckin’ year, but I never really had a single chance to go – let us all groan!

            And so I promised my self that I’m finally gonna do it this year. But promises really seem to be made to be broken. I’m not sure if I can actually go this year. Not that I don’t have money like what used to be the same reason every year in the past, I mean I have a good job now in a good company that pays me a good salary rate. What I am painfully aware of is the fact that I don’t have anybody to go with me to Summer Slam. I know it’s not like a prom where you are actually supposed to bring a date with you, but I don’t wanna go there by my self and watch alone quietly in one corner while all the others are body-slamming with their friends. I want someone to do the pogo with!

            When I was still training for my job, one mate caught me looking at the PULP Summer Slam 14 poster online. He asked me if I’m going to attend to it but I said I won’t ‘coz I don’t have company. I told him that I was inviting my friends but they all refused ‘coz they’re too busy.

            “If no one’s gonna go with you, then I will!” Paolo said. And he explained that it has been a very long time since he last attended Summer Slam.

            Right now, I’m still holding on to what he said that day. I’m not sure if he still remembers it or if he’s still feeling like going to Summer Slam this year especially that we are already almost done with out nesting period at work. But yeah, I’m still hoping – tiny niggle – that we can go together.

            And then news came that really rocked my world so hard. My sister tagged me in one of her Facebook posts. It was a photo; the poster for the The Pretty Reckless’ concert in Manila on April 30. OH MY FREAKIN’ LORD! I remembered me daydreaming about the day I’m gonna meet Taylor Momsen in the flesh. This is my chance; a chance of a lifetime! I checked on ticket price, it’s Php 3,000.00

            “Hmmm… Not bad.” I thought. But to my dismay, I realized that April 30 will fall on a Wednesday. I wanted to cut my bony wrists right then and there.

            Now I have two major events to miss! If I miss one, I miss half of my life. And if I miss both, I will miss my whole damn life. OK, now I know I’m doomed!

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My Boyfriend Has Been Wearing His HELMET For Five Years & Eight Months Now

BOY 1: Pare, nakita ko kayo ng bago mong syota sa kanto kanina ha.

BOY 2: Talaga p’re? Ano, ayos ba?

BOY 1: Oo pare! Chicks talaga. Buti pinatulan ka no’n?

BOY 2: ‘Yun nga rin ang iniisip ko eh. ‘Di ako makapaniwala na napa-“oo” ko ‘yun.

BOY 1: Basta, payong kaibigan lang, ‘wag mong ipapa-tanggal ang helmet n’ya ha!

              Mimai, my trainer finally had the chance to confess to me how she did not get it when I joked about my boyfriend wearing his “helmet” for almost six years now. And of course I had to explain it to her, which was really hard for me (‘coz I had to explain it in English! Haha!). After that convo however, I started wondering why they did not get it. You see, there were two of them who did not get the punchline. Well, apparently, my trainer pretended to have understood what the idiomatic expression means so I was thinking it was only Rose (one of my TAs) who missed the point until Mimai admitted it.

            She said she was actually thinking of another thing, “I was actually thinking it was bastos.” I remember her telling me. And it took me a while to realize what she was talking about.

            I was like, “Wait… what?... NO!” ‘coz it really wasn’t about it. I mean, sure my boyfriend also uses the “helmet” Mimai was thinking of but I wasn’t referring to it that time. I felt hot in the face the very moment I realized how bastos it really sounded like. And what if the others also thought of the same idea?

            OK. Once and for all, I wasn’t being bastos. The real meaning behind what I said is like I put a helmet on my boyfriend’s head ‘coz I don’t want him to bump his head or something that could cause trauma and possibly amnesia that could make him forget that we actually are together. It’s like ensuring our relationship. And since he has been wearing that “helmet” in the last five years and eight months, I managed to make him stay. You see, if you are not a pretty girl (or guy) and you’re in a relationship, you will do whatever it takes just to make sure that you’re gonna have a lasting relationship – even putting a helmet on your lover’s head. ‘Coz if you lose it, you will never find it again since no one will ever like you again. People don’t wanna be forever alone, right?

            After that convo with Mimai, I had to think it over. Why didn’t they get the joke? I realized that Mimai and Rose are both girls, and then it all made sense. Most of the time, it’s the guys who always use this idiomatic expression. And just to sort it accordingly, it’s the tambay guys who do it. And since Rose and Mimai are the sosy kind, I doubt they have ever encountered this idiom-slash-joke before.

            But really, when I think about it, it’s actually really funny. I mean, I could’ve actually meant one thing or the other but interpreting it only depends on who’s gonna interpret it. I can’t blame Mimai for thinking it that way, ‘coz it’s even true though. My boyfriend has indeed been wearing those two kinds of helmets for almost six years now!

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Meeting Dyani

            Last month, I decided to get a tattoo. It wasn’t my first time though. I actually already had two before this, and the second one I got just last year – December to be precise. I know it sounds like I didn’t really take time to think about getting it but if you want to know the truth, it took me years to decide to get inked again. Especially for this most recent one ‘coz I had it on my arm which is visible (the first two are hidden). I didn’t want to have tattoos that are visible ‘coz I was thinking that I might find hard times getting a job if I have visible tattoos until I got in my current company. See I am working for a BPO company (commonly called “call center”), and in this kind of industry, it doesn’t really matter of you are covered with tattoos or piercings or you have purple hair or you cross-dress. So I made up my mind to get a tattoo which I can show off to everybody.

            I started working for my current employer last January and I promised my self to get a new tattoo once I get my first pay. So before I even get my first payslip, I started looking for a good tattoo shop online. I found out about P&P Tattoos and so I went to their studio at Eastwood City last Valentine’s to finally get the ink in the meat. Unfortunately, there was no available schedule that day so the guy at the counter set up an appointment for me for the following week. It was really sad. I left Eastwood City with a broken heart. I thought I really needed something to cheer me up, and I knew exactly what to get. I went straight to Booksale at Shopwise, Araneta Center to grab the February issue of PULP Magazine. The moment I entered the book store, the cashier recognized me and told me “Meron nang bago!” I already knew what she was talking about. Apparently, it’s where I always get PULP Magazine so whenever I go there, the cashier already knows what I look for. So yeah, there are only two things she says to me first; either “Meron na” or “Wala pa”.

            Well, just my luck! Only when I was already in the bus to Bulacan, it was also only when I decided to open my newly purchased copy of PULP. I was browsing through its glossy pages when my eyes laid on to this article about a tattoo artist named Dyani Lao. And guess what, his studio is at Cubao Expo! I really had to groan to that. Imagine, I was already at Araneta Center and it’s just a somersault away to Cubao Expo. My heart broke even more. When I reached home, I told my twin about everything that has happened that very unfortunate day.

            “Then go to Dyani Lao’s studio tomorrow!” Frankie told me.

            “But I’ve booked an appointment with P&P for next week.” I confessed. But at the back of my mind, I was really considering going back to Cubao the next day. See I can really be some kind of a show off and I didn’t want to go back to work without a new tattoo ‘coz I already told everybody that I was gonna get it. So the following day, I went to Dyani Lao’s tattoo studio, hoping that he could work on me that same day.

            It was not hard to find Dyani Lao Tattoos since it’s the only tattoo shop in Cubao Expo. I remember the first security guard I asked led me straight to the studio. It’s got a red door that will lead you upstairs. Dyani Lao has got a nice place for a tattoo studio; there were his artworks hung on one wall and his awards and recognition on another. There is a very nice couch and an entertainment system in front of it. And on the other end of the spacious floor were all the tools and equipment for tattoo works. The only guy in the studio was fixing the framed artworks. “Hi!” I started.

            “Oy!” the guy responded.

            “Kayo po ba si Dyani?” I asked, offering a handshake. He said that it was him and I introduced my self. I told him what I came there for right away and we negotiated for minutes. To my relief, he told me that he can actually work on my tattoo that same day. So we did not waste time and started with it. It took around an hour before he finished working on my tattoo and I was really happy when he let me check on it. Dyani Lao really did a great job. It cost me Php3,000.00 from my first salary but it did not matter. What really mattered was I already had the tattoo I dreamt of and I’m gonna be having it for the rest of my life.

            After that day, I became friends with Dyani Lao on Facebook. I promised him to go back to his studio on my birthday to get a new tattoo. I am now his huge fan. I even asked him to sign on my PULP!

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I am in PULP Magazine November 2013 issue

          OK. The year 2013 has not been very good to me, but I don't want to tell you any fucking detail on how it went. Let me just conclude by saying that it sucked! I guess the only things I am very much willing to share are the stories about losing my job and becoming broke. Nope, I changed my mind! Honestly, I don't really wanna talk about any of it. Because it was the lowest time of my life. I was so poor I can't even buy my self a cup of coffee. And worse, I can't buy my favorite magazine. I already told you about my fondness in collecting PULP Magazines, right? (see entry "Collecting PULP Magazines 2013"). But during my "bunkruptcy", I had to sacrifice a lot of things and it compromised my luxury and vices. And that includes my beloved PULP Magazines. So I failed to get last three issues for the year. And of course I felt like I want to cut my wrists and hang my self in my room.          But today, my twin Frankie let me use our money to get

the November and December issues. And obviously, I did not hesitate. When we finally got in my favorite Booksale store in Shopwise, Araneta Center, the cashier recognized me. She smiled and said, "May bago na!". I instantly knew what she was talking about, she knows I only go there to purchase PULP. And she ushered me to the racks, just like what she always does when I'm there. "Meron kayo ng last month's issue?", I asked after she handed me my December ish copy. The cashier asked one guy staff to go find the November issue in the storage, and I waited for a while. And then, the guy came with the shiny November issue in his hands. I purchased both issues and left the store.

         Back in September, I got my month's issue of PULP. A rapper called Abra was on the cover. I'm not a fan of Abra or hip-hop or rap, but I bought it anyway. First of all, I really wanted to have every single issue of PULP Magazine for the year. And second of all, I'd buy PULP no matter what — regardless of whoever the fuck is on the cover. But of course it's a bonus if I also love who's on the cover. Anyway, I bought the September 2013 issue. And since it has been my tradition to take selfies with my brand new copies of the mag, I took some snaps and posted it in the internet.

         I didn't realize I'm going to see the photo in my favorite magazine. On our way home, in the bus, I decided to read my latest copy of PULP. Frankie decided to open the November issue just to keep herself busy while on the trip. One moment after, "Tues, nandito ka sa PULP!" she exclaimed. And when I turned my head to see, she was looking at the "Tweet-it" section and there I really was. Oh my freakin' Lord! I am in my favorite magazine! I am in PULP Magazine! It felt really weird seeing my self on the page — weird but awesome! I suddenly wanted to tell everybody about it but I thought they're gonna think I'm bragging. So I just kept it in my self and talked about other stuff with Frankie. But inside of me, my heart was doing the pogo. I know it's just a tiny picture of me in the mag, but still it's me! It's my picture in my favorite magazine!

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Rakrakan Festival 2013

         Last night on Facebook chat, a guy invited me to Rakrakan Festival that's gonna be held at SM MOA Arena. And of course I want to go! So I asked my twin Frankie if I can attend the concert. She said I should just let it pass and focus on completing our pre-employment requirements instead. I know it's just fair because we've been waiting long enough for getting a new job. But I'm really dying to go to Rakrakan Festival. And honestly, up to this moment, I'm still thinking of a possible way to get some money. I wish I can rob a bank. Or maybe, Satan could just appear right in front of me and take my soul in exchange for a ticket to Rakrakan.

         Earlier, Frankie let me grab my copies of PULP Magazine's November and December issues. And I think they're enough to make me feel better. Especially that we found out that I'm actually in the November 2013 issue (I'm gonna tell you about it on the next post). Frankie let me spend the money we were saving for our pre-employment requirements for my magazines, and I really think she is really such a sweet twin sister. So I decided to just let Rakrakan Festival pass — at least just this year. There are a lot of other gigs and concerts anyway. Now, I'm just looking forward to the next PULP Summer Slam, Frankie said she wants to come to that. I think it is going to be a lot of fun going there with her!

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Collecting PULP Magazines 2013

         I really feel so broken-hearted right now. Actually, I started feeling this way last October. It is because I failed to keep my promise to buy every single issue of PULP Magazine this year. OK, you may think I am overreacting about it but man, do you know how it feels like to lose the one you love? This is equivalent to that!

         So I kept buying PULP Magazine every month since January and I promised I’m gonna keep buying them until the year ends. I planned to religiously continue this routine in the coming years. But I lost my job last May, and I knew right then that I was never gonna be able to afford collecting my favorite mag. But I decided to keep making ways to grab every months issue. June passed by and I didn’t get my copy of the months issue. But on July, Ate Shishi gave me money to buy the June and July issues. I was really overjoyed.

         As for the August and September issues, I was able to make money to get them at NBS! I just don’t remember how, but I did have money to spend for them.

         And then October came! Oh my freakin’ Lord! I was so broke I couldn’t even buy my self a cup of coffee. So I just let the days pass by, consoling my self by saying I can still get them sometime in November — if I manage to make money for it. But when November hit the calendar, I was still as poor as a rat. That is when I decided to just let go of my dreams of completing this year’s collection. Man, was I so down!

         But last week, I tried my luck and got my ass out of my house to find a job. And guess what, I landed one. Yeah boy! So before the year ends, I’m gonna try to get the last three issues to complete my 2013 PULP Magazine collection. And yeah, I will start my year by buying the January 2014 issue of it!

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It's Not Called "Identification Card" For Nothing

          These are my company ID and badge. And since they're supposed to tell everybody who I really am (that's the purpose, right?), I decided to put a little something on it that can describe me better.

          It's a PULP Live World sticker on my badge. It is one of the plenty from the free sticker album I got from purchasing the December 2012 issue of PULP Magazine. I'm not really sure if it's just fine for our company's employees to put stickers or something or whatever on our IDs and/or badges, but at least the authorities aren't making me peel it off yet. LOL! 

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Where have you been all my life?

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Taylor Mmmmmomsen

          Where have she been all my life? How could I noticed her only now?

          Two things; 1. Because I was never a fan of Gossip Girl, and 2. Because it was just recently that I knew that The Pretty Reckless exists (it's a shame, I know!).

          It was the start of the year when I went to Booksale at Shopwise, Araneta Center to buy the latest issue of PULP Magazine, and decided to buy the previous issue as well. PULP's December 2012 issue was actually a special issue that covers the highlights of the recently held Bazooka Rocks Festival where a freakin' bunch of international bands gathered together and put up a great show like Mayday Parade, A Skylit Drive, Forever The Sickest Kids, The Maine and Tonight Alive to name a few. I didn't attend the concert, but I bought the "Bazooka Rockers Collector's Issue" anyway. And while I was at the bus on the way home to Bulacan, browsing through my brand new magazines, I laid eyes on The Pretty Reckless for the first time in my damned life. Apparently, The Pretty Reckless was one of the bands that rocked at the Bazooka Rocks Festival -- and it seems like they're also one of the crowd's fave, as per the testimonials.

          It wasn't a mistake that I decided to buy the collector's issue, because I knew Taylor Momsen through it. I started listening to their songs since, and I found myself Google searching Taylor Momsen every now and then (even when I'm at work!).

          Last week, my twin Frankie and I were on our way to work but we thought it was too early to go straight ahead to our office. So Frankie decided to kill time and go to Booksale first to browse and buy some books. And since I don't have a choice, I gave in. I wasn't touching anything in the bookstore, let alone look at the stands as I don't have money to spare on any of them that time. But Frankie was really taking all her time browsing all the books she could possibly look at, so I decided to give a little look at the back-issue stand. There were lots of magazines piled in there, but I still wasn't touching anything. Until I saw this one magazine that seemed like it was really trying to get my attention. All the magazines were neatly stacked in the stand, except for this one. It was stuffed in between the other magazines and the top part of it was showing. I read what it says: "Top Ten Hottest Newbie Girls In Music", and by instinct, I thought of Taylor Momsen and grabbed the attention deficit mag. And to my biggest surprise, it was the March 2012 issue of FHM UK, and guess what, Taylor Momsen was on the cover!

          Frankie caught me holding the mag and told me, "Buti nakita mo 'yan!". I told her that it was actually like a destiny, like I was really meant to buy the mag. "Eh di bilhin mo.", Frankie added. And of course, I didn't let the mag go off my hand and went straight ahead to the counter and purchased it. I got it only for Php65.00, imagine that! This one is as good as the collector's issue of PULP Magazine which cost me Php280.00. But really, it doesn't matter how much these stuff costs, as long as they make me happy. I'm planning to buy the September 2012 issue of PULP because Miss Momsen is on the cover, but I just can't find time to go to the PULP Magazine office to purchase it. But I for sure will make a way. Right now, I just content my self by listening to her voice and the rockin'  sound of the rest of The Pretty Reckless. Someday I'm gonna meet this super hawt princess of rock!

[raklita]

Spot the Difference

          It's a weekend and Frankie and I decided to have our breakfast at McDonalds in front of our company's building before heading for home. But I was still having a smoke then, so I told Frankie I'm just throwing it away. She told me to throw it in the trash bin (the blue one at the background), and I did. And when I was going back, Frankie gestured something and I knew that she wanted me to stop right where I was. I stopped. And then, the next thing I knew was that she was already having her camera phone aimed at me so I posed anyway. It was a good shot, I must admit. But to our dismay, a girl was caught in the picture.

          "That's OK!", I told Frankie. "I can get rid of her with Photoshop when we get home."

          It took me only around 30 minutes to get the girl's ass out of the sight. And I was really impressed with what I just did. I mean, it was actually the first time I ever did something like this with Photoshop, and I guess this is not too bad for a first.