Sunday, July 28, 2013

Lana Del Rey's Album Recording Scene

It was a monumental achievement to have finished the whole album of Lana Del Rey without shuffling to an upbeat tune after every song or yawning between every stanza. The coffee I drank must have been so potent that I managed to remain alert after the whole album. 

The photo above is a perfect representation of what my friends assumed happened during the recording of her album.

"Lana please! Wag kang matulog! Isang song na lang!" the producer begs as he nudges Lana on the studio floor. "Please! Tapusin na natin yung album! Lana...LANAAAA!" (Lana please! Don't fall asleep! There's one song left!" the producer begs as he nudges Lana on the studio floor. "Please! Let's finish the album! Lana...LANAAAA!"

We were forming six-packs from laughing at how we imagined the scene in the recording studio as she sang Born to Die. We all agreed that she was lying on the floor of the studio as she was singing her songs, apparently fatigued and half-asleep from getting the album done in three days flat. She wasn't allowed to sleep until they recorded all the songs, thus her voice sounds so tired and on the brink of slumber in all her tracks. 

"Feet don't fail me now...zzzz...take me to the finish line...zzzzZZ" 

"Lana gumising ka, please!!!" ("Lana wake up, please!!!)

Thursday, July 25, 2013

What's with the Cookie Butter?

With the dawn of the Speculoos Cookie Butter so did the invention of anything-involving-the-cookie-butter-flavor. I've seen it turn into cupcakes, gelato, lattes, waffles, crepes, and even cookies! So, why the sudden fame? Go figure...

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Commune at Salcedo

My brother asked me to come with him to Salcedo Village to shop at the weekend market last Saturday, so I thought I'd search for an interesting cafe while I'm at it since I don't come to the area often. This is what I found, an interestingly small cafe that's fairly new named Commune. Based on their Facebook page, they opened last April 22 of this year. As a word, "commune" means communicate intimately; but as a noun, it means "a place where you have great coffee." 

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Dissecting Chronos

After realizing the intricate process of dismantling a wrist watch in my effort to create a Steampunk inspired accessory, I now realize how painstakingly accurate each gear fits to make that tiny machine work. It's amazing! And inspiring! And irritating!

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Pet Peeve #038

Holy crap! Some people just don't know how to sit in public restrooms nor flush after their crap! At some point in my life I've seen a lot of horrible things in a toilet seat. Either floating, on the rims of the bowl, or on the floor. Not necessarily digested food, but nasty things nonetheless. It affects your appetite that day, and your impression on the world in the long run. So people, the toilet was invented for you to sit on and not step on. It was designed in such a way that your waste is contained in a receptacle so that it gets flushed in the septic tank. HOhsjbdkjasbkd...the visions still haunt me at times.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

My Sweet Sweet Bella What Happened!?

There came a time when I went to Burgos Circle every weekend to buy a piece of rose flavored macaron. It was a time when the place was fairly new and the milktea craze was still on a high. I'd go for a pair or three of Sweet Bella's luscious french macarons whenever the line a Serenitea was far too long for my patience. It was my go-to place on that side of the Fort since other restos are more "restaurant-like" than a cafe. 

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

BONO Artisanal Gelato

Bono means "really good really yummy gelato" as defined by a personal experience, since the accurate translation "good" or "yummy" seem like an understatement. Claiming itself as an artisanal gelato, I have no argument based on the flavors presented and the taste extracted out of them magical tubs. 

Friday, July 5, 2013

Pet Peeve #11

Of course I blame the government for many things, depriving us from the comforts that industrial countries experience, but I know my misery is not their fault. If anything, I have every right to blame myself for my self-inflicted bitterness. I hate people who point their fingers at the government for their unemployment, when in fact incompetence or real effort could be the true factor. A man screams, "I'm poor because the government doesn't give me money or a job or a house or food or education or healthcare or clothing for free!" Tragically, this is the very man who sits on the streets scratching his head and gambles the day away, then drinks until pathetic come nightfall. Of course we can blame the government for a lousy urban planning and terrible benefits, but we can't just keep on pointing at them until our hair turns grey. After all, if you yourself know that this country is a little more on the hopeless side and know that the government is mostly to blame, you can just sit and die waiting or do something since you're part of the society that comprises this bittersweet country.