Sunday, November 25, 2007

Neil Gaiman, the man


HELLO CIVILIZATION.

Since I had to see Neil Gaiman, and I had no driver today, my helper and I embarked on a smoke-filled journey to fashionable Bonifacio High Street in a not-so-fashionable manner.

We had to take a trike first. The smoke from the trike in front of us almost choked us to death, of course, but we made it alive, so I must thank the driver for not killing us some other time. THEN we had to find this bus to take us to "Guadalupe". Grabe, 20 bucks per person, excuse me. Haha. Sobrang hangin pala sa loob ng bus, over, as in literal. Napamura talaga ako. Haha. I'm glad I wasn't wearing earrings, else it would;ve flown out the window and crunched by a Fortuner tire. Or something.

So we went off in "Guadalupe" where it started to freaking rain. I had my "kaka-commute ko lang" hair and a black umbrella, while my helper had the small Powerpuff one. :)) GAH. We had to cross the other side using the overpass, and had to get a jeep there going to The Fort, but alas, my umbrella was overturned and got ruined. I semi-screamed in panic when that happened. Street kids laughed at me endlessly. Tangina yan.

We got in the jeep. The right one, thank God. Since it was raining, there were plastic flaps covering the window that might as well have been opaque since I practically couldn't see anything. As expected, we missed the Serendra stop and had to get off someplace inconveniently far from Fully Booked. So we ran and walked and ran again to the right building. I went inside the bookstore with wet feet and mud splats on my legs. Among the dressed up, heel-clad women of the South, I looked like a homeless with Crocs.

Neil Gaiman still wasn't there. I tried to find a copy of Fragile Things, which I originally intended to buy months before but then I got Bohemian Manifesto instead. But freaking fuck, they didn't have a copy anymore. I should've known every other person inside FB was in search for any Gaiman book in hopes of an autograph signing session. Grr.

Instead, I found a perfectly misplaced Good Omens hardbound copy for only 599. GRR! I grabbed it, of course, immediately, seeing there shouldn't be any copies of that left in the store (except for the reserved ones, I've checked with Customer's Service). Got what was left of my week's savings, whipped out my discount card and barabing-baraboom (?), 539 bucks for that. Goody!

Went at the top floor and saw Noel Juan. He was with Paolo daw. We talked briefly, until I went outside to wait for the Gaiman. Some magician (Eric Mana something. Was it Mana?) was going around doing, well, magic. That's when I saw Paolo Juan somewhere being grabbed by the magician for his trick. I didn't see the trick, of course. There were too many eager people pushing themselves everywhere just to get a view of his trick. So okay.

The magic thing lasted too long and therefore I already considered it as a stalling tactic. Neil Gaiman was late. Grar. They said 3:00. It was almost 4 pm.

But, okay, so he came soon after a weird magic trick involving the Mirrormask book. I thought I've just about had enough of his illusions, but Neil Gaiman came with a cardboard at hand. It was some trick he was involved with and I said, "Oh well, fuck it. It's the Gaiman."

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Some fugly picture of him holding up a card. This is only as far as my zoom power of my sucky Cybershot can take me. I am sorry for the ugliness of the picture. I'd hate it myself, if not only for Neil, whom I can now call by his first name.

He started talking and talking, and I kind of felt bad I couldn't write anything good enough to get me to the VIP seats. My back was aching from all the standing up, and there were some people beside me with annoyingly funny side comments about every single thing. DSLRs were also everywhere, and I felt lonely having left mine in a Canon store somewhere.

I love the guy. He is naturally funny without trying to be one. He brought his son Mike to the stage and told us how he got his idea for "The Day I Swapped My Dad For Two Goldfish" from his son and this argument they got into before.

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Here is another one of them sucky pictures, which wouldn't be so sucky if a DLSR would crawl to me willingly. But alas.

The intermission was OKAY, I guess. It was some drum group which used those gallon water bottles filled with colored liquid for their beats. Some were doing arnis moves in arnis attire (which arnis students in Ateneo wear), and some, I really couldn't tell. But hello, it was too long. I stood there for about 5 inutes, wondering when the intermission is going to be interrupted. And ended, for good.

Gaiman came back, announcing and kissing the winners. I hated the winners, of course, but didn't hate them as much as I would if that was Lemony Snicket up there instead of Gaiman. God, I would kill to see Snicket. And touch him or something. But, I guess he's too good for the Third-World. At least, Gaiman has a heart.

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Gaiman's last picture in my paki-tapon-na-sa-bintana Cybershot

Some asked him questions, by the way. One particularly asked about the Amazon Kindle (which I would like to get for Christmas, already loaded with many ebooks, of course, since I can't purchase within the Third-World boundaries HINTHINT). I think I would really love to have a Kindle. Or at least be Gaiman's daughter. Oh but I absolutely adore my late dad. :D

I hoped I would win at least a signed bookmark in the Fully Booked raffle, but we didn't stay long enough to know if I really did. It's sad because I've never really won anything like that in my whole life. Like, I never get picked for free stuff in school, no matter how measly and pathetic their give-aways were (e.g. milk sachets, cheap bags, imitation Pucca shit, etc.)

So yea. We had to go to Market! Market! (is that how you type it? With double exclamation points? Haha) to buy stuff from National. I'm afraid that if I get caught by our new English teacher without Manila paper, I'd die. Really. The wrath of Bleep. :D

We took a taxi on our way home. Almost went bankrupt. Well, we actually did. We had to get money from the house for the cab fare. I spent everything on books, just because I really can't help myself.

I think I made the right decision to go to Bonifacio, even with all the commuting hassle. I think I made the would've been boring Sunday interesting-ish, to some degree. Even though I really didn't shop for anything other than books, and my umbrella was so unjustly ruined by the wind, I'm happy I braved the storm warnings today.

The intimidating typhoon never really hit us. I am beyond selfish to even say that I'm quite disappointed, because I love heavy rains, even without the suspension of classes. I just think rain washes everything away. It makes me less troubled, but a whole lot wetter at my pants bottoms every time.

I'm trying to write more songs right now. I'm feeling the song-writing vibe, but no new melody has come to me yet. So far, I've got some for the Verse, but not the chorus. UP Music classes started yesterday, by the way. Mr. Fojas gave me Lullaby by Andrew York for guitar, which he claimed was lovelier than Waiting For Dawn, but Waiting will always be my first guitar classical love. That one always, always move me.

So, I think it's high time for me to goes now. Fashion photography talk is still coming up. I still wish I had a decent camera. But I have to wait, which I can do (I think). I've already talked to Tito Dennis Pilapil (our prof. photographer family friend person :) ) and, well, he said he'll be coming over soon to help me. I think it's just really between 40D and 400D. The price difference is some big, but I still am very vury confused. As much as I would just want to buy something and get it over with, I want to choose something that feels right, if you catch my drift.

So yes! Check out my DeviantArt page pala, http://easy-peasy.deviantart.com for updates. Carbon dreams! I think it's something really different from what I usually do.

Also, I learned something this week: You Can't Hurry Love.

Go D.C.!

Cheers.





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face it, sucko.

i'm the hero of fools.

all quoted.

"The sad truth is that the truth is sad."

"It's amazing how people are always willing to listen to a man in a funny costume"

"People don't always get what they deserve in this world"

"You can not be a supermodel."

"I'm beginning to think that washing my face is a complete waste of time"

"Most women would rather be Cindy Crawford than Marie Curie"

"The world is a harum scarum place."

"If a guy is witty, charming and artistic, he is probably gay."

"Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaraunt, filled with odd waiters who bring you items you never asked for and don't always like."

"In relationships, it is best to assume nothing."

"Not only am I very intelligent, but I am also very smart."

"Hey, I heard your friend died"

"Yea"

"Well, don't feel bad. He's an old guy, and that's what old guys do. They DIE."

"Certain things they should stay the way they are.You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and just leave them alone. I know it's impossible but it's too bad anyway."

"I remember how, a couple of days ago, you and I killed a couple of hours with a computer game. Perhaps the game amused me more than it did you; I desperately needed a little respite from all my thoughts. But each time we 'died' in that game, a new screen immediately came up, and we were off again. How can we know that there isn't a 'new screen' for our souls as well? I don't think there is, I really don't. But the dream of something unlikely has its own special name. We call it hope."

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