So this is Javy Gil. I don’t know much about him, except that he’s Enrique Gil’s brother – and that he’s so timid and adorable. This photo (look at my overexcited, wrecked face) was taken at the recent Candy Fair 2011 (right, this is such a late post). It’s quite funny how I had this photo with him. I first saw him in a booth surrounded by girls, and I was like, “Javy! It’s Javy!” He’s the only Candy Cutie around that I actually know by name and by face. My friends wanted to have a photo with him, but he was so busy (girls, girls), so we had decided to just look around for him next time. Then I saw him again near the restroom (of all places). I wasn’t sure if he was to use the john or was to go backstage. I almost bumped into him, and heck, he blew me away. HE FREAKIN’ BLEW ME AWAY. Face to face with Javy Gil was really...
something. Trust me, he’s so much cuter in person. And his eyes, oh his eyes. And he’s so timid and shy-looking. He looked so harmless. Then I was just stuck in that spot for a moment while he went to wherever. And, again, I was like, “Was that Javy? Whoa.”
After some time, after visiting booths, checking the Cuties out and doing it all over again and again, we grew tired and bored. One of my friends wanted to meet him badly. We started looking for him, but poof, he wasn’t around. And my friend was sad because she was thinking that he had already left. I was half comforting [her that he was still around, maybe resting or something] and half teasing her [that he had already gone back home for he didn’t want to see her. lol]. We didn’t see him at the booths. Meh. We even sang while looking for him, “Where is Javy, where is Javy? Where are you?” It was annoying that we’ve seen him walk past us a couple of times, but never got to meet him, like the photo opportunity was there, hanging before us but we didn’t grab it. Pfft.
We only saw him again during the program [where the Cuties where to give prizes to the contestants or give hugs and kisses, and kill us all with jealousy in the process]. Then I didn’t care about him anymore because, well, Sam Concepcion was performing. Ya know, Sam Concepcion. Fangirl. My heart. My world.
Just Sam Concepcion.
And back to Javy Gil and that photo. I actually got that before he left. The friend I told you who was dying to have a photo with him was actually the one who spotted him. I turned to her direction and saw him – surrounded by girls again. He came from the backstage and was heading for his ride maybe.
Finally, Javy. Finally. And that was it. Flashes. Smiles. His eyes. His height (I love how tall he is). His timidity. Oh, Javy. I didn’t get to talk to him or say something relevant because I was so tired and sweaty and ugly, and he was also tired but not sweaty and ugly. And okay, because my Sam Concepcion euphoria was still lurking inside me. But really, Javy is awesome.
Note: He was the only Candy Cutie (from Batch 2011) that I wanted to have a photo with. Only him.
UNFALTERING AFFECTION
From left: Christine Ordas, Kathleen Valle and Zandro Geral
If I could win a VIP invite to a party with two of my friends, I would contact these two and check their schedules and hook ‘em up in a heartbeat (but unfortunately, random miracles aren’t for me). Kathleen and Zandro are just few of the people who can understand my mood swings, bad attitude, inconsequential insecurities, teenage drama and ever-changing preferences and still hang out with me in the end. I don’t know how they do it, but they just do in a snap of a finger. I can’t ever be as open minded and flexible (physically and emotionally) as these two. And have I mentioned that I love them?
I always remember that
April 1st that I shared with these two – an April 1st of crazy emotions and stories and not a Fool’s Day. It was that day that I realized that the UP Diliman Oblation Statue wasn’t as glorious as I thought it would be, that random Cello’s doughnuts had weird taste, and that maybe we can’t always have what we want and do things in our way, but with sets of helping hands and bunches of caring love (geez, the words I use), what we want doesn’t matter that much anymore. What we
need does. And what we need is this kind of friends (plus a good education, a warm home and some killer shoes). I have always known in my heart that they will be with me through thick and thin, that they would understand my obsession for fictions and Sam Concepcion, that they would read anything that I have written (be it shitty or significant), and that – good day or bad – their love is forever unchanging.
Note: This photo was taken at Kathleen’s birthday. We were lucky that we got to share this photo booth moment with her because she was so in demand that time – and dead on gorgeous, not to mention.
THE CONCEITED BAND(with the Vanity Band @ Kath’s Debut, October 1, 2011 |
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These are the rarest photo of the Vanity Band together – although technically, those little jerks in these photos weren’t really complete. These were taken at Kathleen’s birthday celebration. And blah, blah.
Second photo, from left: Carla Montes, Kim Mateo, Albert Landayan, Eric Inoy, Jerome Factor, Christine Ordas (not in photo – probably at NLEX: Mark Tulop)
I freakin’ don’t know what to say about these photos – or about the band itself (‘cause, trust me, I don’t have the faintest idea or a string of memory why I’m in this emo-rock-punk-whatever band). I don’t know how I found myself hanging out with these talented slobs (I’m kidding about the ‘slobs’) with their instruments and a malicious sense of humor (no hates, guys) – and a couple of teenage angst included.
For quite some time, I always find myself in a practice room (or a studio – whatever) with them, sitting and listening and staring and just listening. I find myself wandering to places and trying to figure things out (with their music in the background – adds the melodramatic touch), and still ask myself why I’m in this band. Why should I –
I who doesn’t know how to play, I who can’t even sing audible enough for another person to hear,
I who doesn’t even like the music they play,
I who can’t freakin’ relate to their inside jokes,
I who is a nerd and not a cool-rocker-Hayley-Williams-type,
I who is rarely (or not at all) present – be in this band.
Then I realize one thing: I’m in this band (although I’m a present-this-day-gone-the-next member) because I love these slobs (Carla, you’re not in the ‘slobs category’), because they are the kind of slobs that could make fun of you but you can still outsmart them in the end, the kind of slobs that you can sit next to and just talk about relevant and irrelevant things and thrown in some of your excess baggage in between (and you can harmlessly hit them when you suddenly just want to have a human size punching bag) – AND THEY WOULD STILL CARE FOR YOU IN THE END (assuming they aren’t pissed off at the moment).
PARABATAIS
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Diane @ the Candy Fair 2011, September 24, 2011 |
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So this is Diana Agulto and I, the former still fresh and light, the latter sweating and sticky like glue, having fun, shuffling, dougie-ing and screaming our lungs out at the recent Candy Fair 2011.
Diana is my first closest college friend. I met her in Treston Int’l College. We didn’t click right away the first time we met. I think because we were the type who was too shy to make the first move to befriend somebody. But eventually, we got along – and hell how we got along! We were inseparable, Diane and I. We were too close that people had a hard time distinguishing who was who. They even said that we looked related! We were always together: we waited for each other each morning and took the same ride to school; we hated the same professors and laughed at the same reason which we two only knew; we both walked from school drained and tired like shit and took the same ride back home. We loved to talk about what we thought of this person and felt guilty for bashing them in the end. We both loved Candy Fair (I went with her last year too) and checking Cuties out. We didn’t share the same preference for songs and artists, but heck, we both loved music.
I have no idea how we became friends: the exact date when, the exact reasons why, the exact way how. I love this girl, seriously. I can’t imagine how I pulled through my first year in college [with too much stress plus girl problems about insecurities and First College Crush] without her. I have other close friends in college, but she is my favorite among all of them (not that I’m saying I have
a lot of friends). We truly are partners in every girl-related crime I know of. I’m lucky I met someone like her.
