Ilang tulog nalang...Philippine Komiks revival

Philippine Komiks Revival

Ive been browsing and reading to other blogsites from comic books artist and writers here in the Philippines, most notably Sir Alanguilan's site (which I'm linking here, check it out), news regarding the revival of the Philippine Komiks which will hopefully be this coming September (albeit the first week) and I'm really looking forward to buying an issue and from what I've gathered, the cover will be done by Lan Medina, his drawings are mindblowingly good and the stories will be written by Caparas and others noted in the field. I'm really excited. Viva la Comics.

For all you death Heads

This video is pretty hilarious, I respect and listen to death metal all my life and Cannibal Corpse is a great band to bleed your ears at and this guy quite actually pulled it off in making a rendition of "Hammer Smashed Face" in Lounge music style with the original lyrics intact. Creepy things is, the song is starting to grow on me, maybe I'm just a jaded Death Metal fan.

Nazi Punks Fuck Off

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I commute regularly to and from work. The scene is always the same. Full of the typical pasajeros : the perpetual student or two, the late blue collar slave, the senior citizen, a brute and a babe. But today there was one in particular that shook me up a bit. Some idiot kid who thinks he’s cool enough and was wearing a shirt which he probably unknowingly advertises for and promote on. An imprint of the German Nazi Flag.

Many times I fell witness to such stupidity, shirt prints nowadays are more outrageous, provoking and down right offensive sometimes, mass produced by idiots themselves, who don’t know any better. Like wearing a shirt that says Metallica in the front but on the back it has a picture of The Cure performing, geez, its just downright hilarious. Or a Slayer logo slapped in some pink polo shirt with flower embroideries, now, if Tom Araya was there seeing what I saw, he would kill the guy for wearing it and not feel guilty about it. Or wearing a Che Guevarra shirt without even knowing a little bit of the man’s idealogy or history. But the aforementioned German Nazi Flag imprint (its getting numerous nowadays from shirts to rings to accessories and its starting to bug me) its just not stupid or hilarious, its just pure shit. Better stick with shirts without prints or stuff to be safe.

Well, I haven’t had the guts to ask the guy if he knows even a fraction of what he’s actually wearing, on the ideals that that shirt pronounces for, he’s just too damn stupid and innocent looking (to a point, I even think he looks gay somehow) to shove it to him too early in the day. I’m just the type who minds my own business to some degree, as long as me and the ones closest to me are not physically harmed in some way or form, they just can rot in hell for all I care.

People should at least, when buying a seemingly harmless shirt or accessory, know something of what he or she is wearing, the print might say something offensive and or it could make you stupid. Well, like I said, rot in hell for all I care, glad I don’t know you. Coz if by chance you disrespect me, I’ll shove some makeshift nazi symbol up your worn out ass!!! Nuff said.

Ngohiong times

Awhile ago, right after I bought something at SM, on my way home via the ever reliable jeepney commute I passed by Manalili St. (if I'm not mistaken, my geography is whacked out) and the sudden aroma all too familiar with me during those tried and formative times at USC hits me. Ala hollywood flashback, memories of eating the humble Ngohiong came flooding. Me and my friends/collegemates would gobble them up during our lunch hours, snack time or so when the need arises. Day after school day, it was our saviour. I had a meager allowance then and I had some vices (cigarettes and the proverbial beer or two) that need tending which calls for a tight budgeting till the week ends. The ngohiong was cheap and delicious enough to hold on to our stomachs for the hours to pass. Anyways, I suddenly had the unstoppable urge to taste it again. The moment I came home I urged my girlfriend to have a dinner out and suggested (demanded) that we eat at the Chinese Ngohiong nearest us which coincidentally is the same branch (I think it’s the main branch) that we frequented, collegemates and I from way back, the one near USC campus. We then took off and hiked our way down to it. The place is quite expanded now to accommodate the loyal patrons and there’s still a lot of customers waiting in line to order and eat, the place is still packed and from the looks of things business is in full swing. As what I have observed of late, they have quite a couple of branches sprouting about town. Ngohiong is almost a Cebuano delicacy, one can even mistook it as a Cebuano dish although the origins of which are Chinese. It is an undying pop food in this side of the Philippines. I have lived in Cagayan de Oro and I witnessed a ngohiong eatery there closed up shop for only a couple of months operation, the Cagayanons didn’t like the taste of it I guess and somehow I felt that I was the only customer there. Here, one can always see eateries serving ngohiong next to the popular siomai or fried chicken, but the best ngohiongs produced, for me, is still the ones near USC and always will be. And in closing, I humbly invite you to indulge and grab a bite and taste one, it never ceases to satisfy me.

Beggars Can't be Choosers

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Its been awhile since i updated and put something in here. Been busy of late, a lot of changes at work, reassignments and reshuffling of sort, and its taking its toll on me personally (especially my surf time..hmmm). Work sucks, I know, but I gotta make a living somehow, make ends meet, even if i don't necessarily like the job I'm in, makes me wonder if I made a wrong turn somewhere, somehow. I was never the type to uphold the dream of working for something that I really enjoy doing. I never had the patience and agony to wait and strive for it, that's why. As close friends of my mine know, I'm more of an artistically and musically inclined kind of guy but through some twist of fate (and because I badly needed work) I end up with what I'm in now,crunching out numbers and figures and drowning in futile paperwork which I feel doesn't make an impact to the current situation I'm in. As they say, "beggars can't be choosers". Well, enough of my rants and dismays of work, it only adds to the futility I'm in to.

Now back to the updates or so. I recently got the urge to draw and sketch again. Since now I decided to make a sabbatical on my band thingee (I still have an assignment project with a friend of mine to do vocal duties for a deathmetal song he wrote and played all the instruments on, hope he still wants me to do it though). Judging from my old drawings and doodles, my recent tries are next to horrible and I can't seem to get my mojo running, not that I was good at it in the first place. It's somewhat of a hobby of mine, right there with me being in a death metal band playing the bass or reading a good book. Still, I'm optimistic about doing it again, maybe I can post something in the future here in this blog, a comic book or comic strip or two. All I need now is time and a story to start the drawing ball rolling so to speak. And then again, my urge to procrastinate things is creeping back in and I think I need a good scheme to fend it off with.

From the past comes the storm (part III)

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This drawing inspired me from the Ghostrider series, she is my take on Lilith, Hells Mistress, one bad mother.

I'm feeling recharged and ready to draw again for fun now that I've decided halfheartedly to put on hold the band and do this more often (not much of a hassle than a band because drawing and sketching is a lonely thing, you only get to blame yourself for your inability and the best thing is that the possibilities are endless). And my futility ever goes on.