Riding the MRT depresses me. Walking through Cubao is close to my definition of hell.
I get on the MRT and I try not to look at the women around me. They all look sad. Like if I asked them, they might tell me about how there was only one thing in their life that made them happy. Okay, I know what you're thinking - that one thing is better than nothing. Still, all those sad looking people...it is disconcerting. Maybe because I'm in the carriage with them.
They also look tired. I don't blame them. I look tired. Commuting in Manila has that effect on you.
I'm hungry. My last meal was something depressing from 7-11. Yes, I know, that's more that what other people have. Just let me get this distaste for commuting again out of my system.
I'm tired, hungry, and thinking about depressed looking women on the MRT. And am staying home on a Friday night, dammit.
I need to find an up-side to this filmmaking gig.
I miss my car.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Back at Guijo...
There are moments of musical magic I often get lost in, the latest of which was experienced at Saguijo.
Although I used to live right next door to the place, I was never really able to take advantage of the geographical proximity. Back then, I was on the late shift and by the time I got home from work, the place was usually closed.
Last week, a good friend visited Manila and after a movie and dinner, we found our way to the house turned indie bar on Guijo street. As always, the place was packed - the usual mix of musician, artist and yuppie.
Our other friend had picked this place tonight as he told us the bands playing would be amazing. We weren't disappointed. We took our place by the bar and before we knew it we had lost ourselves to the music of Waya, the Techy Romantics and a really talented beat box intermission guy called Bitoy.
The good crowd, great bands and my cold beer reminded me of when everyone used to have time to go out, chill, and just listen to some music.
Nobody really does that anymore.
Now it is mostly worries over jobs, finances, weddings, kids, etc.
Things change.
My friend has flown back to Boracay and I find myself wondering who to drag back to Saguijo.
Volunteers? Anyone?
Although I used to live right next door to the place, I was never really able to take advantage of the geographical proximity. Back then, I was on the late shift and by the time I got home from work, the place was usually closed.
Last week, a good friend visited Manila and after a movie and dinner, we found our way to the house turned indie bar on Guijo street. As always, the place was packed - the usual mix of musician, artist and yuppie.
Our other friend had picked this place tonight as he told us the bands playing would be amazing. We weren't disappointed. We took our place by the bar and before we knew it we had lost ourselves to the music of Waya, the Techy Romantics and a really talented beat box intermission guy called Bitoy.
The good crowd, great bands and my cold beer reminded me of when everyone used to have time to go out, chill, and just listen to some music.
Nobody really does that anymore.
Now it is mostly worries over jobs, finances, weddings, kids, etc.
Things change.
My friend has flown back to Boracay and I find myself wondering who to drag back to Saguijo.
Volunteers? Anyone?
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