Tuesday, December 28, 2010

'Tis the Season of Theme Parties

Hippie Holiday: 70s Flower Power
We've always had theme parties in the office so it's a given for people to take it seriously. Every year, there are cash prizes and guessing games. For this year's 70's party, I came as Stevie Nicks of Fleetwood Mac. I thought I could pull off the look without having to make an effort in putting the costume together so I wore stuff that I already had in my closet. Another thing, very few are familiar with Stevie Nicks so I actually had the option to come as I please. Hehe.

But in fairness to me, I did have a peg of the Stevie look:

Me (didn't do the floral hair arrangement lest I look drag and decided against the knitted beanie because I'm not in Europe):
Our Chairman and CEO channeling Michael Jackson in his pre-surgery days.
Spotted: Freddie Aguilar partying w/ his high profile barkada -
Blondie, Jimi Hendrix, Telly Savalas, Yoko Ono, Stevie Nicks,
Michelle Philips and Janis Joplin - at a famous Makati joint.

Kings of Neon
For our barkada party, I came up with the NEON theme for two reasons: First, I want a really colorful Facebook album now that I'm posting photos again; and second, because I wanna use the title Kings of Neon (a derivative of my favorite pop rock band Kings of Leon).  And what a fun theme it was! I didn't think my friends would take it seriously but when we started giving false promises of cash prizes, they fell for it! I think everyone knew the prize was a bluff but the penalty for not being in costume (P 500) was for real. Haha.
So aside from Christmas lights, we used glow sticks and laser stage lighting to set the mood, and my glowing, flashing, lighted shot glasses (I had three of them but went home with none - silly friends took them home with Patron residue. did.not.wash.).

Party Lights that dance to the beat of the music.
Neonnntastic glowing glass filled with anything we could get our hands on (Patron, Bacardi... name it!)

Hmmm so if it were an event (and actually, it was - in terms of the scale of preparation), what are the specs? 14 people. Hahaha! All the effort for 14 friggin' people. That's what you call Labor of Love Love Love. And just plain, pointless craziness :)

Spotted: Barracudas getting sloshed in neon drag. Somewhere in Pasig.
How serious was it, really? One of us had his shirt customized for this 'event.' :)

Sunday, December 26, 2010

The Bikers of the Apocalypse

The four of them were holding a steady 105 mph, as if they were confident that the show could not start before they got there. It couldn't. They had all the time in the world, such as it was.

Just behind them came four other riders: Big Ted, Greaser, Pigbog, and Skuzz.

They were elated. They were real Hell's Angels now, and they rode the silence.

Around them, they knew, was the roar of the thunderstorm, the thunder of traffic, the whipping of the wind and the rain. But in the wake of the Horsemen there was silence, pure and dead. Certainly dead.

It was broken by Pigbog, shouting to Big Ted.

"What you going to be, then?" he asked, hoarsely.

"I said, what you --"

"I heard what you said. It's not what you said. Everyone heard what you said. What did you mean, that's what I want to know?"
Pigbog wished he paid more attention to the Book of Revelation. If he'd known he was going to be in it, he'd have read it more carefully. "What I mean is, they're the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, right?"

"Bikers," said Greaser.

"Right. Four Bikers of the Apocalypse. War, Famine, Death, and -- and the other one. P'lution."

"Yeah? So?"

"So they said it was all right if we cam with them, right?"


"So we're the other Four Horse--, um, Bikers of the Apocalypse. So which ones are we?"

There was a pause. The lights of passing cars shot past them in the opposite lane, lightning after-imaged the clouds, and the silence was close to absolute.

"Can I be War as well?" asked Big Ted.

"Course you can't be war. How can you be War? She's War. You've got to be something else."

Big Ted screwed up his face with the effort of thought. "G.B.H." he said, eventually. "I'm Grievous Bodily Harm. That's me. There. Wott're you going to be?"

"Can I be Rubbish?" asked Skuzz. "Or Embarrassing Personal Problems?"*

Hahahahaha! Just gotta love Neil Gaiman! But it makes sense, right? We have Famine, War, Pollution, Death, Grievous Bodily Harm and of course, Embarrassing Personal Problems. Hahahahahaha!
Finally found time to read a book in between downloading stuff, tweeting and blogging.

*Excerpt from Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch

Friday, December 17, 2010

Too school for cool.

How sad that some people are just so not 'game' for fun. Channeling Zenaida Seva: Tandaan, ang square ay hindi well-rounded at ang pikon ay laging talo.


Thursday, December 02, 2010

Tell Me Why

Soon it will be like working with an entirely new (or recent) breed (again) and I'm becoming one of the tandercats already. I kinda welcome it (just like hitting the refresh button) but I also feel like I'm the student who never graduates from college and passes through all the batches.

And this post is bitin.

Wednesday, December 01, 2010

Brand Positioning

Now that I'm beginning to be more active in Facebook and starting to post photo albums again (inspired by The Social Network movie), I realized that I need to do some wholesome activities from time to time because all the albums I've posted for 2010 (thus far) have the same theme.

And those are just the ones with documentation. I shall soon make an album out of a lazy afternoon at Alabang Town Center.