Snap snap
T'was the 21st of January, the International Jazz Festival.
My lover might not appreciate jazz as much as I do [he had Bloc Party, Dandy Warhols, The Killers and The Who playing the entire time (impeccable taste in music if I might add) save for the moments we strolled beside the harbor hunting for wisps and water minstrels] he stayed with me from 4 to eleven, even indulging me in eating asparagus -- we were poor starving prudes who were saving up for pretty shiny things *cough vespa *cough macros, teles, and great big 20d -- I mean asparagus! from fucking Dencios! and there were just twenty pieces but we pretended not to notice because we were too proud admit our hand to mouth existence//
We rolled in caffein and nicotine the entire day to compensate for our lack of nutritional objects in our bodies, hell, we had Cheetos for lunch, nescafe and asparagus for dinner and egg-tart (yes I eat eggs now gnarl baby gnarl), which, incidentally, turned out to be choke-inducing especially if you're watching a certain tv series and VLC just keeps skipping whenever someone smiles and you fall asleep in the process; we had friends who kept us sane for seven hours in a fucking parking lot besides restaurants you want to ravish (we love you Makopa! Nika*Alay*RB Catch the EP launch on Jan27 Saguijo); we had another episode with two jumongous MMDA lalalasses who did the following:
i. accused us of running a red light
ii. commit fraud by referring to another officer as a superior when in fact they were equal in rank
iii. invented a position called an MMDA supervisor
iv. directly involved in misinformation regarding MMDA policies
v. begged to retrieve the ticket that they gave us when they found out he was what of who, who was a WHOA (my participation was absolutely unnecessary, after all I was, and still am, a figment of your imagination)
vi. gave us the belat-face when we left the scene, our ticket tucked safely in a wallet, with the possibility of a big episode the next week, maybe a blow your noise complaint, maybe a fuck you lawsuit, who knows?
we almost didn't have a McDonalds Milk Shake because of tax, which was after all that has been said, non-existent. We talked to my Jazz teacher, I promised to go back to class this summer, he invited us to his regular gigs.
There was even dancing.
There were ex lovers performing after each other's set, not hearing even, there was hiphop jazz, there was a big brass band that lit the night sky with a certain brilliance, there were muses, there were future tense visions, there were images of Brazil, there were monsters who turned 3 songs into twelve, an amazing feat requiring four, and then,
there was jazz.
Mind you, you always have to wash your hands in these places.
My lover might not appreciate jazz as much as I do [he had Bloc Party, Dandy Warhols, The Killers and The Who playing the entire time (impeccable taste in music if I might add) save for the moments we strolled beside the harbor hunting for wisps and water minstrels] he stayed with me from 4 to eleven, even indulging me in eating asparagus -- we were poor starving prudes who were saving up for pretty shiny things *cough vespa *cough macros, teles, and great big 20d -- I mean asparagus! from fucking Dencios! and there were just twenty pieces but we pretended not to notice because we were too proud admit our hand to mouth existence//
We rolled in caffein and nicotine the entire day to compensate for our lack of nutritional objects in our bodies, hell, we had Cheetos for lunch, nescafe and asparagus for dinner and egg-tart (yes I eat eggs now gnarl baby gnarl), which, incidentally, turned out to be choke-inducing especially if you're watching a certain tv series and VLC just keeps skipping whenever someone smiles and you fall asleep in the process; we had friends who kept us sane for seven hours in a fucking parking lot besides restaurants you want to ravish (we love you Makopa! Nika*Alay*RB Catch the EP launch on Jan27 Saguijo); we had another episode with two jumongous MMDA lalalasses who did the following:
i. accused us of running a red light
ii. commit fraud by referring to another officer as a superior when in fact they were equal in rank
iii. invented a position called an MMDA supervisor
iv. directly involved in misinformation regarding MMDA policies
v. begged to retrieve the ticket that they gave us when they found out he was what of who, who was a WHOA (my participation was absolutely unnecessary, after all I was, and still am, a figment of your imagination)
vi. gave us the belat-face when we left the scene, our ticket tucked safely in a wallet, with the possibility of a big episode the next week, maybe a blow your noise complaint, maybe a fuck you lawsuit, who knows?
we almost didn't have a McDonalds Milk Shake because of tax, which was after all that has been said, non-existent. We talked to my Jazz teacher, I promised to go back to class this summer, he invited us to his regular gigs.
There was even dancing.
There were ex lovers performing after each other's set, not hearing even, there was hiphop jazz, there was a big brass band that lit the night sky with a certain brilliance, there were muses, there were future tense visions, there were images of Brazil, there were monsters who turned 3 songs into twelve, an amazing feat requiring four, and then,
there was jazz.
Mind you, you always have to wash your hands in these places.