You will be missed, my dearest friend; thank you for giving us your friendship… I guess Heaven needed somebody to perk them up.

In Edson’s pursuit of happyness, he ends up in Gigolo, a gay bar in Timog.

Poking fun at emo kids. Man, that never gets old. Sorry Hyubs.

Because making fun of Sydrick is just so farkin’ easy.

We probably had my last inuman session with some of the gang last Saturday at Quattro and Jade Valley somewhere in Timog, so I made some quick captions to commemorate the event. I’ll be uploading the rest on my Flickr and Multiply pages when I can think up of more stuff to laugh about

Finally got myself a wireless flash trigger — no, not a Pocket Wizard™, just a cheap radio remote — and I can’t wait to try it on people!

I actually tried my hand at soldering a few wires to an old hotshoe connector I have, but was too scared to try it on my D40X, although it worked fine on my F60. Still, wires are bulky, and I know there’s an exposed wire somewhere because I got a mild jolt the first time I tried it.

I got mine from Gadget Infinity, though I’d advise that you wait ’till someone you know goes to Hong Kong first, or ships it to you from there, since their shipping costs don’t include the taxes. It’s not 100% reliable though, particularly when there’s a large obstacle, but it’ll do in a pinch

Glam/pop isn’t really my cup of tea, but tell me if the voice on that guy isn’t freaking awesome. By the way, that song, I’ve been told, is Alone by Heart:

I don’t say this too often, but dang the original didn’t do that cover justice. That said, there’s something about rocker chicks in black leather that just… um… yeah. *drool*

UPDATE: Here’s another local band doing that same song. Can you say LSS?

Club Dredd. We finally got to play Club Dredd. Hold on while I try and come to grips with that seemingly insignificant piece of information. FMD, fronting in Jeepney Joyride’s official album launch, played at Club Dredd. I played at Club Dredd.

Sure, not the Dredd of old, but it’s still Club Dredd. Ever since I started learning to play the guitar, I’ve dreamed of playing at three venues: Mayric’s, UP and Club Dredd. Mayric’s was relatively easy, and so was UP. Dredd though, closed down some time ago and it seemed nothing more than a pipe dream. Until it’s re-opening at, of all places, Eastwood.

Fine, it’s in the exact same spot Gweilo’s was, and we’ve played there a few times before. And there isn’t any real significance to landing a gig there. But it’s still Dredd. For me, it’s not a place, it’s a symbol: rock ‘n roll. It may not look it anymore, it may not even feel it, but that’s what Dredd will always mean for me.

I may bleed the blues, but my heart pumps rock n’ roll. And as Malcom Mclaren, manager of the Sex Pistols once said: Rock and roll doesn’t necessarily mean a band. It doesn’t mean a singer, and it doesn’t mean a lyric, really. It’s that question of trying to be immortal.

And in that moment, on that stage, with my band, I was.