hassle

Somebody from a forgotten era had warned me on the hassle of planning a wedding, but I didn't pay attention. Bad move. Now my fiancee and I have only about 12 weeks in our hands, and I don't think we're accomplishing much in terms of preparation, and I'm getting edgy as hell. I desperately need some advice.

Planning a wedding: All those people to talk to and places to go to. The paperworks, church requirements and all that. Taste tests, souvenirs, gowns. Invitations. Seminars and interviews (as if we're applying for a DH job abroad). Photo and video coverage. Enlisting people for the entourage. Shit. And don't get me started on the expenses. I might weep.

The guy who warned me about this, I think he said something like, the celebration isn't the wedding day, it's the days after. He wasn't talking about the honeymoon.

plugging

The September issue of Maxim Philippines is already out in the market. Kaye Abad, looking good thanks to Photoshop technology, is on the cover. She's wearing a red two-piece bikini, the words "fantasize this" written all over her.

My article on Muslim discrimination is on page 80. It's six pages long, with cool color photos courtesy of Nonie Reyes, and a kick-ass layout.

agony

My neck hurts.

This is what I get for headbanging my brain out last Saturday night. The agony of victory, indeed.

I blame Sea of Rains. Those motherfuckers really ripped that night. (Didn't get the chance to see seven bands, including Sanctus and Corvus Crowley. At 3am, the gig's just warming up. But we're more than glad for Sea of fucking Rains, man. Devil's Horn to Ramon and his crew.)

At least, no hangover, despite the fact that I consumed more alcohol than I originally intended to. The weather's awful these days, with temperature soaring to 33 degrees, as if summer's back avenging something. This is not the weather for hangovers.

Interesting incident: waiting for a cab, we overheard two coño guys talking from an adjacent bar. His eyes on the black-clad ladies smoking outside Center for Arts, one guy said, "What's wrong with them?" The other replied, "Cult members, pare, ha-ha."

Idiots.

dark, evil, cool

In about 10 hours from now my fiancee and I will be at the Center for Arts in Quezon City, checking out Willowdrive Production's Undying Symphonies*. I'm excited, and I can hardly contain it - the excitement's coming off me like sparks from a welding rod. It'll be fun to see Sea of Rains again, after more than a year. And Names Are For Tombstones and his comic take on The Clash's Should I Stay Or Should I Go? And Anhura. And Sanctus. And lots of other bands we will be seeing for the first time.

I expect to get drunk and wasted tonight, my head to be swarmed with vivid images of hell, moonlight, graveyards, castles, forests, blood, death, erotica, the likes. Well, why not? I've been on a lot of stress lately, to the point of sleepless nights, and I need something to fuck my brain real good.

*A musical event catering to the genres of Gothic Rock, Gothic Metal, Doom Metal, Industrial, Darkwave, Dark Electronica, Dark Ambient, and Symphonic Metal.