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Sunday, August 31, 2008

The Eraserheads Reunion Concert

It did happen. May concert, nandun silang apat. It was big. One of the biggest events I have ever attended, next to EDSA II and World Youth Day.

It started with a bang, literally, fireworks and all. We were still outside waiting for Ani until the countdown was down to 5 seconds. We were running, 5, 4, 3... Crowd cheering, digital clock ticking. Bam, lights on! That ever familiar Alapaap guitar intro played. The audience was ecstatic. Cheering. I was sure most had goosebumps. We sure did.

I watched intently, though trying to video the opening number. Nakakatawa kase parang may misteryo -- Raimund was wearing a wig. Parang gustong maglaro sa mga isip namin, "si Raimund ba talaga yan?" Kahit naka-eyeliner siya na identity na nya sa Sandwich, nang tinanggal na niya yung wig. Ely was wearing a longsleeved polo and aviator shades, Pupils.

Alapaap ending, fireworks! Applause. Applause. Cheering. Jumping, dancing crowd. Then silence. No hello, no welcome spiel until maybe the third song. Apparently, the energy was fluctuating. Everyone was high until the music stopped. And started again. Kulang sa rapport. But still, it was good. Until it, the whole concert, suddenly, ended.

After around 10-14 songs, an intermission was announced. A 15-minute break. Sabi ni Hix, may countdown daw sa screen ng 15 minutes, tas bigla nawala. Nag-joke pa siya, sabi nya "O hindi na bumalik."

Then, Buddy took the mic, said that someone had to announce something. Asking the audience to hear what, adding that we would all understand. The announcement - the concert would be cut short, no second set, no come back. Because Ely was rushed to the hospital because of chest pains and emotional stress. Some members of the audience still applauded. Ako, natulala. I would have applauded, cheered even, because anyway, the Eheads deserved a final cheer. But I was in shock.

Madaming opinions ang audience na nadinig ko. Sabi, olats. Sabi bulok, sabi bakit ngayon pa mismo nangyari. Kahit nag-practice na sila. Madami din ang solved na. Madaming bitin sa "reunion". Pero hindi lang din naman siya reunion ng Eheads. Reunion din siya ng iba pang madaming tao. Ang dami kong nakitang mga kakilala from college.

As for me, I thought, ok na din. Kahit sa P850 lang kami, sabi ko nga, hindi namin sila kailangang makita. Kailangan lang namin madinig.

Ok na ko sa one set na pinerform nila. Though di nila natugtog ang "Pare ko", "Overdrive" at "Ang Huling El Bimbo".

Ok na din ako, dahil for P800, I got what I want - see them perform live, and reunited. I would not have seen it anywhere else, any other time. It was really, so far, a once in a lifetime chance. Note that somehow, I am still hoping for another chance. But really, so far, it was only this time.

But of course, I was also hoping for an encore. I believe the thousands of people that gathered there last night deserved an encore. Yung rehearsed last song sana nila. Hell, it could have been "Ang Huling El Bimbo".

Rehearsed naman sila, for sure. Or at least, kahit paano, they - Raimund, Marcus and Buddy, would still know how to play the songs that they sang, the music that they made. Mga kantang buong Pilipinas ay alam, na sila mismo ang nagpasikat. Kahit sinong high school noong '90's na nag-aral na gitarahin ang "Pare Ko" could still somehow play it today. Sila pa kaya. Lahat sila, kumakanta din. Hindi naman siguro sasama ang loob ni Ely if Raimund or Buddy or Marcus sang an encore. The audience deserved a final dose.

Sige, sige, malungkot na ang mga tao. Maybe stressed na din ang banda. But anyone who saw the number of people who lined up for the show would feel that the concert deserved an announced last song. A farewell song, even, if we must call it that.

Ok na ako, but of course, I wished for the best. Pero pano naman yung nanggaling pa ng probinsiya? O yung ibang lumuwas pa galing sa ibang bansa? Ang daming tao, maniwala ka. Ang hirap mag-park. Na isang sign na malaking crowd ang Eheads ay nasa working class na din. I'm sure, sa dami ng tao kagabi, merong nanggaling sa malalayong lugar. May mga nag-cancel ng appointments. May nag-last minute pangungutang dahil sa biglaang pagbebenta ng tickets. I'm sure, people made time for this show. And found a way to be there. It even rained in the afternoon but the sky cleared hours before people started flooding in. Sana man lang it ended as good as it deserved it to be.

But shit happens, and so it did. Pero sana may plan B sila. Anyway, hindi naman ito ang first time na makaramdam si Ely ng ganito in a concert. He was also at a gig the first time that he had a heart malfunction. Pero sino nga naman ang magsasabi na "O, pag may nangyari, dapat prepared tayo" because it was like saying that something terrible could really happen. But then again, expect the worst, ika nga. And the show must go on. But apparently, it did not.

Pero isang encore na hindi sila kumpleto, final bow na wala si Ely, ok lang din ba yun? Napansin ko din na mas madalas siyang nasa screen than the other members. Para na ngang over exposure, kumpara sa iba. Sana wala namang ibig sabihin yun.

For me, mas malaking factor ang emotional stress kay Ely. I just wish that Ely would be okay soon. At sana, babawi sila. Kung hindi man, ok na din yun. Kung kailanganin man ni Ely na panandaliang tumigil sa pagbabanda, at least, nakapag reunion na sila. Isang major concert, na baka hindi na abutan pa ulit ng Eheads generation. Sa concert na ito, siguradong isa na syang legend. Applicable din siguro sabihing strike while the iron is hot.

Sabihin na nating walang ka-kupas kupas. Applause. Lights out.

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Eraserheads Concert, The Reunion

The news came out. I got a bit excited specially when a couple of friends, and my Ate, sent me messages (through email and SMS) about it. But no one knew who the organizer was, and where to buy tickets from. It's a reunion concert of the Eheads to be held at the CCP grounds, that's all we knew. Parang urban legend. Maganda pag-usapan pero walang makapagsasabi kung totoo.

Rumors came around that Marlboro would be sponsoring it, and tickets would be downloadable from the internet. It was said that Eheads will be getting 10M pesosesoses per (E)head. But a few weeks before the concert, we were still clueless on HOW to get tickets - the most important step in watching a paid show. Parang tsismis lang talaga. Kahit madaming kumakalat na balita. *wink*

Until last wednesday, my sister told me that she'd be buying tickets, at kung papabili ako. Si Ana din, nag YM na kung sino ang organizer at nalipat na pala sa Fort Bonifacio ang venue. Si Peach, nagtext na ng presyo, P800 daw at P1,500.

Sa kulit ng Ate ko, nagpabili na din ako ng ticket. Inabutan nya pa sa UP ang Eheads at siguradong nung college, feeling nya, sya si Shirley na nakikipagholding hands pa sa CASAA. Ang UP fair na napuntahan nya dati, limang Piso lang ang ticket, may Yano at Eheads pa sa line up. Napasagot siya ng bayaw ko sa harana ng Fill Her, with matching kanta at gitara.

I guess, we can say that I was part of the Eheads generation. 1993 nung lumabas ang Ultraelectromagneticpop. Grade 5 ako nuon. Of course, I wanted to see the Eheads reunite. Of course I want to see them playing on stage again.

Pero hindi ako ma-excite ng todo. Para nga kaseng tsismis. Parang kalevel nung Millenium Bug. Binuksan ko nun ang computer ko at inintay may alas-dose. Alam kong hindi yun biglang magka-crash. pero syempre, ayoko ding ma-miss. What if totoo? Edi na-miss ko. Hindi ko na maaabutan ang susunod na milenyo. Kaya itong Eheads concert na kulang sa detalye, hindi ako excited. Baka hindi naman totoo, pero I don't want to miss it. Baka hindi na to maulit.

At 2 PM today, Amrei showed me a video in youtube -- a clip of Eheads' soundcheck for tonight's concert. I saw Ely, singing, Guitar on his hand. Then the camera panned a bit to the right. I saw Raymund. It's true. Eheads is really reuniting, at least for this one-night-only show. It's Eheads -- Ely of the Pupils, Raymund of Sandwich, Buddy of Cambio and Marcus of Marcus Highway -- the four of them, in one stage, singing a very familiar song. It's them, one of the best Filipino Bands ever, who captured an epic size of audience, ladies and gentlemen, The Eraserheads, for real!

Now I'm excited!

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Kung. If.

Kung sa tuwing naiisip ko magsulat ng entry sa blog ko, ay nagagawa ko ito, meron na sana akong 4,002 entries ngayon. Yun ay 3 beses sa isang araw. O 1,334 entries kung isang entry bawat araw, kung nagsimula akong magsulat ng January 1 ng 2005 hanggang kahapon/kanina, August 26.

Yun ay kung. "If" baga. Pero hindi. Dahil...dahil madaming dahilan.

Parang ngayon, iniisip ko pa lang yung mga dahilan kung bakit hindi ko nagagawang magsulat ng entry tuwing naiisip ko/may naiisip ako, napapagod na ako. Ang dami ko na kasing naisip. At ang isip ay di hamak na mas turbo kesa sa mga daliri/kamay.

Kaya din nga pala ako mabilis magsalita. "Because life is short, so talk fast" ika nga.

Kung sa tuwing naiisip kong magsulat ng entry sa blog ko, ay nagagawa ko ito, meron na sana akong malalaking kalyo sa pitong daliri. Dahil malimit namang magamit ang lahat ng sampung daliri sa pagta-type, diba? At kung sa tuwing....

Ayoko na. Kung lang pala. Gusto ko totoo.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

The SAGITTARIUS Woman

Someone sent this to me. Might be true, or not. You judge (me)!

Just replace "man/men" with "woman/women". Haha. :p

The SAGITTARIUS Woman
"Then it doesn't matter which way you walk," said the Cat.
"-So long as I get somewhere,"
Alice added as an explanation.
"Oh, you're sure to do that," said the Cat,
"if you only walk long enough."

She's not always going to say the kind of things you want to hear. Most of the time, she'll curl your sideburns with her remarkable, flat statements and her embarrassing questions. But now and then she'll say something so special and splendid it will make you feel like singing.

You may need a sample. Scene: Coffee shop. You've just gotten up the courage to tell her you love her, but before you can say it, she looks at you with wide-open, guileless blue eyes-or forthright, steady brown ones- and asks you curiously, "How do you feel about being so short? Does it make you neurotic or anything?" While you're gulping, trying manfully to recover, she'll add, "You shouldn't care about it. Lots of men were short. Like Napoleon. And Fiorello LaGuardia." That's almost adding insult to injury, but before you get a chance to walk out, thinking no woman ever deserved such ungallant treatment more, shell muse dreamily, "I hate men who look like bean poles. You're perfect. I noticed when we were walking over here tonight-we measure just right together."

Sit back down. You're staying. For a long time. A friendly, frank Sagittarius girl has just wound herself around your heart with her own, peculiar brand of charm. She'll always be a little outspoken, because she sees the world exactly as it is, even while she's wearing those ridiculous, rose-tinted glasses. That, you must admit, is quite a talent. It's not everyone who can apply clear, reasonable logic to every situation, and retain the happy faculty of believing things will get better or else deciding to accept them for what they are.

Sagittarius females are regular Pollyannas. It will cut when she tells you she wishes you would make more money, but then she'll add, "Of course, too much money can make people selfish. Maybe it's lucky that you're poor." Admittedly, it's sort of a left-handed optimism, but you'll get used to it. This girt will never lie to you. Sometimes, you may wish she would. Show curiosity about how she spends the nights you're not with her, and you'll get a detailed, perfectly honest report of the letters she writes to that handsome intern she met last summer on her vacation and how many dates she turns down on the phone. She may even relate her troubles with insomnia, brought on when she lies awake at night wondering if maybe what she feels for you is friendship instead of love. You'll feel like yelling at her, "For Pete's sake, lie a little once in a while, can't you? A man has his pride." Don't yell too loud. You'll offend her, and she's not exactly noncombustible herself. Sagittarius girls have been known to fly into some pretty fiery rages.

She will probably live alone. Sagittarius girls are very independent, and both sexes have a strange aloofness to family ties. Maybe it's because they travel so much, they don't get home often enough to get to know their families well. Even if they only travel to the movies and girl friends' houses, they're restlessly on the go. I don't want to frighten you, but I once knew a Sagittarius woman so unaware of the nuances of family relationships that she invited her rejected beau to come along on her honeymoon with her new husband. The poor thing looked so lonesome. He said he'd pay his own way. Why are you looking at her like that? Did she do something wrong?

There's one thing you'll have to learn right away, or the relationship will never get off the ground. When you want her to do something, ask her. Don't tell her. The cave man technique went out with Tarzan and Jane, as far as she's concerned. She enjoys being protected, but she doesn't want to be ordered around. Not even her mother gets away with that. Who are you, that you should top her mother? She may have an Aries mother, and if a Mars woman can't boss her around, no male on earth is going to do it. However, there's a queer twist to her nature. Although she dislikes being bossed, especially in public, when she's testing you for firmness, be firm. Jupiter women can't stand weak, wishy-washy men. If she gets too high-spirited and her clever tongue gets too sarcastic, or she threatens some action that really incenses you, give her a light touch of the Tarzan treatment. Just enough to keep her in line. Like "You do that and I'll break your neck." She may react with surprising meekness if she thinks you're serious. A Sagittarius female has no in-tendon of giving up her individuality for any male, but she kind of likes to know you think of her as a girl.

She may confuse you, but that's nothing to what she does to herself. Many a Sagittarius girl mistakes friendship for love and love for friendship. If you're one of those old-fashioned men who prefer evasiveness and timidity in your women, you'd better look for another Bingo partner. This young lady has bright, frank ways with men, and she's not going to play any silly games of "Guess how I feel" or "Guess what I think!" How she feels and what she thinks are identical with how she acts and what she says. Her outspoken bluntness naturally causes misunderstand–ings, and a good share of fiery battles, let alone hurt feel–ings, but it doesn't crush her spirit. Jupiter pride comes to the surface and rescues her in a crisis, allowing her to pass off her heartache as the biggest joke of the season. Inside, she may be weeping, but she'll employ such clever wit in answering the questions of friends about the break that they'll decide the whole affair was a harmless flirtation on her part. Little will they guess how she soaks her pillow every night, wondering what she could possibly have said that fractured everything. It might have been when she told him not to stop by her apartment the time he called from the lobby around midnight-because she was "busy talking with a man who had a few problems." Actually, the man was her brother-in-law, but with the peculiar Sagit–tarius twist of leaving out the core of the story, she neg–lected to mention that. Why should she have to explain herself? (All Sagittarians show a raging, righteous anger when their integrity is doubted.)

Or it could have been when he asked her if she minded him bringing his little sister along to the movies and she blurted out, "Gosh, I hope that doesn't mean she's going to be hanging around all the time when we're married." She may have sincerely liked the young girl, but the natural Sagittarian fear of being suffocated by in-laws brought on her thoughtless and forthright statement. Now she misses his sister as much as the man, but it's too late to explain what she meant. Besides, no one would understand.

Impasses like this are impossible for her to fathom, for all her logical mental processes, and often lead the Jupiter girl into a never-never land of romance, not knowing where the fire might flame up, or why, and afraid of being burned when it does. Then she'll play it too cool and be unable to take anyone seriously, least of all herself. She'll flirt openly, but without any intention of making it a lasting or a forever thing, and gain the reputation of a cold heartless female. A fire sign is never cold or heartless, but then there are a lot of astrologically ignorant men out there who don't know that. If such a state of affairs should happen to lead to spinsterhood, she certainly won't be a dry and bitter old maid. She'll still clown with life and have a barrel of fun. She'll have a dozen interests to replace a man-and enjoy every one of them.

Of course, you're not interested in a Sagittarian spinster. You plan to make one your wife someday. (At least, I hope you have honorable intentions. This poor girl has enough problems without you setting out to seduce her.) Let's stop dwelling on promiscuity, and think about marriage. Like the male Sagittarian, she's a little skittish about wedlock. You'll need to use some bright, colorful pieces of tinsel as bait to get her pinned down (to accepting your proposal, that is). She's breezy and unconventional in her relationships with men. Since she considers herself your equal, she may copy your mannerisms, as well as wear your sweater. If she also likes sports and camping, as lots of Sagittarian females do, you may have trouble distinguishing her from the boys. But she's not the same. For one thing, your sweater looks different on her. Not that Jupiter women are offensively masculine by nature. They can be the softest, most feminine women you ever squeezed. It's just that she pals around with so many men you get used to seeing her in the crowd-everywhere but in the steam room and the gym.

Since she's so scrupulously honest and aboveboard, she may be a little careless of her reputation and contemptuous of the hypocrisy demanded by society. If you question her about it, she'll be plain-spoken. She'll probably tell you that waltzing in at midnight doesn't indicate promiscuity any more than coming home at a more conventional hour indicates innocence. She knows her morals are above reproach, and that's all that matters. Naturally she's dead wrong. What other people think matters very much to a female reputation. But try to understand her attitude. Don't think she's fast and loose just because she laughs at a few jokes, usually without the slightest idea of what they're all about (the subtlety of the double-entendre often escapes Sagittarius). So- she stays up to watch the sunrise from the George Washington Bridge (or from the top of a silo, if you live in the country)-that doesn't mean she's the wildest girl in town.

The truth is, she's a trusting child at heart. Her outlook is so naive it makes her vulnerable to wolves, con artists and phonies (though oddly enough, not in other areas, just in romance). Forget about how cleverly she argues and how startlingly logical she can be. All that has nothing to do with her heart. Her mind isn't under discussion. It's bright and intelligent, and well able to take care of itself in any emergency. But her heart is defenseless. It falls down and gets bruised quite often.

That's another thing. She's slightly clumsy. At times when the Sagittarius girl strides down the street like a thoroughbred horse, you'll think she's the most graceful woman you've ever watched-until she stumbles on a crack in the sidewalk, awkwardly grabs the awning over the fruit stand to catch her balance and upsets two crates of oranges. The owner may swear a little, but he’ll soon shrug his shoulders, tell her to skip it, and hand her some grapes. The sunny Sagittarian disposition can melt the hardest hearts. Now and then, this girl will remind you of a clumsy puppy dog, wagging its friendly tail, and walking all over your feet. But then friendly puppy dogs do get lots of people to love them and feed them. Of course, dogs are a little cheaper to feed. The typical Jupiter girl has a large appetite. She likes good food and wine, nice clothes, and when she travels, she likes to go first class. Sagittarians are extravagant by nature (unless the Moon is in Capricorn or there's a Virgo ascendant). Money for the sake of money doesn't interest them, and it takes quite a bit of training to teach most of them the meaning of a dollar bill. Check her ascendant carefully before you loan her your credit card.

The Sagittarian girl you're involved with may be in show business, because lots of them are drawn by the lure of the footlights. If so, start out on the right foot by expecting her to put her career first, until she tires of it. The sweet sound of applause and the thrill of the encore will ring in her ears with more conviction than all the romantic phrases you can conjure up. Never force her to choose between pleasing you and the excitement of pleasing whole gobs of people at once with her sunshine personality. After a while she'll grow disgusted with the hypocrisy and artificial glitter she finds all around her in the world of show business, and she'll come running home to try domesticity with someone who is real. You. Someone who believes honesty is beautiful and deception is ugly. You again. Leaving a career won't remove the wings from her heels forever. They were fastened there at birth. The travel bug will always be nearby to give her a case of wandering fever. Vacation with her when you can; otherwise let her go off to ride the carousel herself, and trust her. She loves you, not the clowns and organ grinders she likes to pass the time with.

Because of her casual attitude toward romance and her shyness of marriage, you may think she's lacking in sentiment. You are so mistaken. She'll cry rivers at sad movies and read poetry with wet eyes. She's probably saved every note you ever wrote her, scraps of the flowers you bought her in the rain, and the tickets from the hockey game where she met you.

As for her talent as a homemaker, be brave. And be patient. Sagittarius girls are acutely bored by the confinement of dusting and mopping. No sooner does she make a bed than it gets unmade. Gosh, you'd think the darned thing would stay neat for a few days anyway, it was such a drag tucking in those sheets at the corners. She'll hate it all with a purple passion. When she has a home of her own, however, she'll probably swallow her distaste. She'll prefer that you get her a maid if you can possibly afford one. If not, she'll doggedly keep it shining. Her mother will never believe it. That sloppy child waxing the coffee table? Impossible. Pride and the eternal Sagittarius logic does it. She needs to be surrounded with beauty and cleanliness to be true to herself. The message reaches her that, if she doesn't wipe up the linoleum, no one else will. If she was forced by circumstances to do a lot of chores in childhood, she may rebel at first, but she'll eventually reason it out, and settle down to sweeping the comers with a minimum of resentment.

Her cooking? Well-you can never tell. Maybe you'd just better eat out on weekends. If she manages decent meals through the week, you can't expect her to keep a perfect record on Saturdays and Sundays, too. Most Sagittarian women aren't exactly ecstatic in the kitchen (unless there's a Taurus, Cancer or Capricorn ascendant). But she can whip up a mean, fancy dessert when she's trying to cheer you out of the blues. Her own moods can be terrors, but they're rare, and they last so briefly you'll hardly notice them. When she's really hurt, her tongue can be bitterly sarcastic. But she'll forget what she said almost before she's finished the sentence, and she won't understand why you want to dwell on it. This is not the woman for a brooding, melancholy man. Gloom and pessimism, can actually make her physically ill.

Her children will probably adore her. She'll be their buddy, and have a circus playing with them. Once she's over her initial fear of responsibility, she'll cope with diapers and daily baths like a crisp, efficient nurse. Almost everything she does she does well, with grace, when she finally decides to learn it. Just like the big people, the little ones will get a good dose of her cheerful optimism and outspoken remarks. If they survive her blunt truthfulness, they'll grow up thinking she's the greatest big sister a kid ever had. She'll read them funny stories with happy endings, and take them on sudden, impulsive picnics in the woods to look for the three bears. (She half believes they're hiding there herself.) Her youngsters will probably be well-dressed, but not fussily so, and bright-mannered. If they pick up a few unconventional tricks from her, like making footprint curtains by spreading monk's cloth on the floor, stepping barefoot into yellow paint and walking across the material-at least you won't be raising a houseful of conformists. Her honesty will mark their characters. If they don't find those three bears after a careful search under all the fir trees, she'll probably tell them to forget it-it's a phony. But she will have looked first. The child who wrote the editor of the New York Sun to ask if there was really a Santa Claus just had to have a Sagittarius Sun sign. Moon or ascendant. She probably raised her own children by the frank, yet idealistic answer of "Yes, Virginia . . ." The Jupiter mother may have to watch a tendency to be lax in discipline, except when she's tired or angry. That's the wrong time for spankings.

You’ll have a lovely hostess. No one entertains as graciously as a Sagittarian woman, not even her Leo sisters, who are no slouches themselves in the social department. There's a quality about her sunny, outgoing friendliness that makes people feel deeply welcome, from the garbage man to your boss. A Sagittarian breaks the ice instantly at the stiffest affairs, though she may raise a few eyebrows, too.

As long as you let her call her soul her own, and don't make her feel tied down, your Sagittarius Pollyanna will give you a triple bonus: her loyalty, her trust and her affection. The three are inseparable, because when she gives her love, her friendship trots right along beside it.

The Jupiter woman is an incurable idealist. And here's a secret perhaps she never told you: She fell in love with you many years ago, when she was a little girl and wished on the new Moon for someone to share her honest heart. There were lots of times when she thought she had found you and was disappointed. But when you finally came along, she knew you right away, because you were a gentle clown with a dream or two of your own who took her hand and showed her the way to the stars.

Friday, August 8, 2008

FOR TARA SANTELICES

Word spreads around fast and almost everyone has already heard about what happened to our dear friend, Tara Santelices (Assumption Antipolo’s Batch 2003 and Ateneo de Manila University’s Class of 2007, AB Political Science).

On the eve of her 23rd birthday, Tara was shot in the head during a hold-up while riding a jeepney along Imelda Avenue, Cainta, Rizal. Joee Mejias, who was with her at that time, rushed her to Amang Rodriguez Memorial Hospital in Marikina City. The parents of Tara and Joee arrived at the hospital shortly thereafter. When morning came, Tara’s parents finally decided to transfer her to the Medical City, Ortigas Avenue, Pasig City. Since 8:00am of August 6, Tara has been in the ICU fighting for her dear life. Her parents have decided not to push through with the operation.

Although it might seem that there is nothing else that we can do but wait for Tara to wake up from this horrific nightmare, we, the friends of Tara, have decided to raise funds for Tara’s hospital bills. This is the least we can do to ease the unbearable pain her family is going through. We have been given the go-signal from Tara’s dad, Tito Larry, and here are the details:

The temporary bank account is under Anne Marie F. Santelices, Banco de Oro, SA 2140-062201. For direct cash donations, please proceed to the ICU Waiting Room of the Medical City (Ortigas Avenue, Pasig City). Please look for Joee Mejias or Lila Santelices.

Any amount will be gratefully accepted. Anonymous donations are also welcome. Please spread the word. Forward this to your family, friends and even to everyone else you know. Please post this on Friendster, Multiply, Facebook and wherever else you can think of. Please send group messages on Yahoo Messenger. This will mean so much to us, her friends.

Please continue praying for Tara, for Joee and for both of their families. If you want to come see Tara, visiting hours at the ICU are at 9:00 am to 11:00 am and 5:00 pm to 7:00 pm.

For inquiries, please contact Joee Mejias (09228154987) for calls and Jac Ledonio (09167243071) or Myka Francisco (09163695148) for text messages.

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Let's Pray for Tara Santelices

Through text messages:

Laura: 3:51 AM
please pray for tara (our guitarist and dear friend) na sana walang masamang mangyari sa kanya. she's in a critical condition. thank you.

Me: 9:53 AM
Laura, what happened?

Laura:11:32 AM
Nasa hospital sya critical daw. nabaril sya sa ulo

Me: 11:38 AM
What the fuck! Why?

Laura: 11:46 AM
Holdupper :(

Me: 11:52 AM
Fuck! We'll pray for her.

Steph: 12:04 PM
Hey, lam nyo na ba? Si tara of saffron got shot in the head last night. She is in medical city icu right now. Let's pray for her.. Medyo malala condition.

Me: 12:05 PM
Oonga e. :c let's pray for her. :c

Steph: 12:06 PM
Gusto nyo bisitahin bukas? Pupuntahan ko si rica tas punta kami med city...

Me: 12:07 PM
Pag pede bumisita sige pero contained and ICU diba? Depends kung iallow tayo pati ng parents nya. Yung stress lang...

Amrei: 12:13 PM
(forwarded from +63906...) laura to. nabaril sa ulo si tara

Amrei: 12:13 PM
(forwarded from +63906...) hold up nasa med city na sya sa icu for an operation 5050 and chance

Through YM:

musicrossroads (8/5/2008 9:31:51 PM): tot
musicrossroads (8/5/2008 9:32:01 PM): alam mo na nangyari kay tara? bday niya today
ako (8/5/2008 9:32:13 PM): oonga e
ako (8/5/2008 9:32:37 PM): pagdasal nalang natin na maging ok sya
musicrossroads (8/5/2008 9:34:03 PM): oo nga e

musicrossroads (8/5/2008 9:49:54 PM): kanina pako nakatulala dito. naisip ko lang pero bad na maisip pero naisip ko lang what if one dies on one's birthday no? ang tragic lang.

ako (8/5/2008 9:50:47 PM): :(
ako (8/5/2008 9:51:16 PM): today is not a good day to die
musicrossroads (8/5/2008 9:52:18 PM): :(

musicrossroads (8/5/2008 11:05:53 PM): from laura: nasa Medical City ICU si tara, 50/50
ako (8/5/2008 11:10:09 PM): NOOOOOOOOOOOO
ako (8/5/2008 11:10:12 PM): :(
ako (8/5/2008 11:10:15 PM): bakit baaa????????
ako (8/5/2008 11:10:19 PM): bakit????
ako (8/5/2008 11:10:23 PM): ano nangyari????
ako (8/5/2008 11:10:30 PM): ang bigat sa loob
musicrossroads (8/5/2008 11:10:37 PM): :(
musicrossroads (8/5/2008 11:10:39 PM): i know
musicrossroads (8/5/2008 11:10:41 PM): :(
musicrossroads (8/5/2008 11:10:59 PM): she got shot, yun lang text saken ni rica
musicrossroads (8/5/2008 11:11:01 PM): :(
musicrossroads (8/5/2008 11:13:24 PM): holdaper daw nakabaril
musicrossroads (8/5/2008 11:13:27 PM): putangina
ako (8/5/2008 11:15:44 PM): what?!
ako (8/5/2008 11:15:47 PM): putangina nga
ako (8/5/2008 11:15:49 PM): shit
ako (8/5/2008 11:15:54 PM): kelan? saan? tangina
ako (8/5/2008 11:16:00 PM): naholdap na nabaril pa?
ako (8/5/2008 11:16:05 PM): =((
musicrossroads (8/5/2008 11:16:55 PM): :(
ako (8/5/2008 11:17:07 PM): alam mo, kaya yan
ako (8/5/2008 11:17:11 PM): kaya dapat!
ako (8/5/2008 11:17:27 PM): si meh din, nag 50/50 sa st lukes icu
ako (8/5/2008 11:17:30 PM): she survived
musicrossroads (8/5/2008 11:17:41 PM): sana nga kaya
musicrossroads (8/5/2008 11:17:44 PM): kaya
ako (8/5/2008 11:17:48 PM): sana talaga
musicrossroads (8/5/2008 11:17:49 PM): nga sana
ako (8/5/2008 11:17:58 PM): we really need to pray for her
musicrossroads (8/5/2008 11:18:12 PM): :(
musicrossroads (8/5/2008 11:23:58 PM): head daw tot
musicrossroads (8/5/2008 11:24:00 PM): putangina
ako (8/5/2008 11:24:44 PM): oonga e
ako (8/5/2008 11:25:00 PM): putangina tot...

I hate it when things like this happen to good people.

Something similar happened to my friend Meh of Matilda about four years ago. She got hit by a BMW of a drunk asshole. We visited her in the ICU, she's in a very critical condition for her skull was damaged. She needed stitches in the head. Luckily, she survived.

Maybe it's our prayers, maybe it's Meh's strength, maybe it's the doctors' skills.

Whatever saved her, all we can give are our hopes and prayers.

Let's hope and pray that Tara's condition be better. Soon.

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