Over The Ever AFter Rainbow

I was planning to post one summer song per day bnut i didnt get a chance to do that yesterday...so here's a double treat for all of you!

1st Of Summer

Since it has been hot as hell all day, i thought of officially opening Sumemr for all you partyphiles out there..so you better get ready for an invasion of the hottest summer tunes in the world


here is the first...

In response to: The Plight Of a Partyphile

i stumbled upon this blog this afternoon:


THE PLIGHT OF A PARTYPHILE
Being a partyphile stings. It can lead u nowhere. At certain times when you got drunk from drinking
sprees, and the world seemed to doom upon you, you can find yourself lying on the ground with your
back full of dirt and grime, and you feel like suspending in mid-air. You wouldn’t believe you are really
experiencing an actual trance or astral projection of your life. No magic, no tricks, and for real. Not surprising
really. This is my reward after those endless hours of shouting and jumping up and down the ledge, waving my hands, banging my head, and getting frantic and crazy with the R&B music. Seems like I was
put of my mind for a moment. And the whole world is mine. Mine alone, and nobody can take it from me. But some good things never last, right? Here’s my dilemma after the exhilarating party: 1. I lost my wallet and bills 2. I suffered a terrible headache and stomach pain
3. I was soaked with sweat and marred with food grease and
liquors 4. I had a hard time remembering my name
5. I was too scared to resurface for the next day 6. I cancelled all my appointments because
I have to take more aspirins to ease the migraine.

Confession # 666:

All I can say is... gross..

first of all...nobody goes wild for RnB music..well at least...not
anymore...gross....blah

secondly...who the hell loses his walet while on a gimmick spree?

third and foremost (i am aware that its grammatically wrong..its justa joke
my friends and i have...get with the program)

again

third and foremost...it irritates me that the writer put the title "plight of
a partyphile"

my freaking god...not because you go wild for a night means u can call urself
a partyphile..it takes hard work to work your way up the social ladder.and
to
give yourself that title..and complain about your stupidity, well
that
just
proves how ignorant you are about the world of
partying..

to all you partyhile wannabees out there: there is a reason why people STILL
dont know you. theres a reason why you still pay for your drinks, and
entrance
fees...

and if u could relate with the "plight of a partyphile"

THATS the reason...you arent a partyphile...fuck

that shopuld have been titled "plight of a non-partyphile who was trying so
hard to party"

eeew..im talking too muc

it jus iritates me that people do stuf stupidly and complain about
it.gross

my suggestion: put a lil class in your
act

New Davao

Bagobo.
Bilaans.
Guiangans.
Tagacaolos.
Manobos.
Mandayas.
Mansakas.
Gimikeros.

Alright, alright, I know what you are thinking. The last word does not really belong in that particular line up. But if you really think about it, maybe it does, doesn’t it?

When we speak of tribes in Davao we often think of the Lumads and the natives who live high above in the mountains; but what you, and the rest of the people who belong in our generation, do not realize is that this isn’t necessarily the case. No matter where you originally come from, no matter how long you have been settled in this city, and no matter how little you know about your other Davaoeño brothers and sisters; you are now part of the New Davaoeño tribe.

Yup, you may not be consciously aware of it but you are now part of the new tribe of Davao, a breed of educated, street-smart, and confident people. The yuppies and students that walk the city streets unknowingly form one homogenous tribe; we share the same interests, attitudes and points of view. We may not know it, but we share a lot of common traits which now dictate, not only how the economy of Davao moves, but also how we deal with each other.


Unlimited Rice, Pito-Baynte and Eating Hearty

Surprisingly (or not), the new breed of Davaoeños is still much like the past generations of Pinoys. We still eat five times a day; merienda is still a must, and Banana-Cue, Pito-Baynte (7 for 20 pesos) Barbeque and Tulo-Diyes (3 for 10 pesos) Siomai are still staples of the dining table, or at least the side walk right outside school gates.

We still use sawsawan with every meal, thus explaining the abundance of toyo (soy sauce), suka (vinegar), calamansi (native lemon), sili (chili), patis (fish sauce), ketchup and pinakurat (well. there’s no translation. You will just have to try this one yourself) in all Davaoeño restaurants. We still invite whoever happens to pass by our dining tables to join us in eating with a loud “mangaon ‘ta!”. And we still enjoy eating our favorite sud-an (viand) with a steaming hot cup of rice, no matter how many times Ms. Winfrey tells us to do otherwise.

My humble opinion: Unless she has tried eating hot, freshly cooked Bulad (dried fish) dipped in vinegar, chili and paired with fresh tomatoes, served over some steaming white rice… she can’t tell us Davaoeños to quit rice altogether.

What’s more, unlike the Manila crowd, we are less obsessed with eating healthy thus Kwek-kwek, Fish Ball, Balot, frozen strong beer and, much to the horror of Manilenyos, unlimited rice are still favorites among Dabawenyos.

And this is actually good for us: we still get to enjoy our food, no matter how embarrassingly cheap they are; and we don’t even need to feel guilty about stuffing our hearts with all the cholesterol it can take (seriously, now is a good time to bring in the Sisig, Bulalong Kalabaw and Crispy Pata)


Anti-Sosyal, Passing Gas and the Magic F. Torres Brings.

Unlike past generations, we have stopped trying to be “sosyal”. We are now content with being ourselves and even put a premium on simple living. Thus, fancy restos are now being snubbed; we appreciate simple Filipino food like Barbeque, Inihaw na Isda and other home-cooked favorites that can compete (in price) with even the most established fast-food chains.

Even bars are now getting shrugged; partyphiles have gone back to the old Filipino way. It used to be, when you walked the streets at night, you would see a group of men sharing chit-chats over some cold beer in every baranggay, in every kanto, in every sari-sari store. And we just might have gone back to this very Noypi tradition of conversing over beer, but unlike the generations of our parents, we now find the right place and time for it: thus, as everyone has probably realized by now, F. Torres is where all the magic happens.

And, unlike generations before us, we are never embarrassed to admit that we don’t have money, that our feet smell or that we just let out a silent but deadly fart. Trust me, we have become anything but sosyal.

Free WiFi, Chillaxing and Gym Buddies

The only exception to the “anti-sosyal” rule, would probably be the coffee shops. We still frequent them even if we know we can get our caffeine fix at home for a much, much, much lower price; because coffee shops are the perfect venue for lazy conversation (and of course, free WiFi). They set the stage for great conversations and somehow, after a trip to your favorite café, you feel relaxed. And this is what we are after: stress-relief.



Wellness and relaxation have become the priorities for the new Dabawenyo tribe. We spend money for spa services and massages, and no, I don’t mean the local manghihilot. We go out partying to forget all the chaos that life brings (yes, Mom and Dad, the only reason why we go out on gimmicks is to relieve stress) and kiss our worries goodbye. And we now enroll in our local gyms to help sweat our stress away (aside from the fact that it is also a great way to find new friends. Gym buddy, anyone?). We put a premium on good living and letting our hair down after a hard day at work. But that doesn’t mean we don’t have our share of mischief and misdemeanor.

Informed Wild Children, Not-So-Squeaky-Clean Images, and Owning up to Mistakes

Older generations often think of us as rowdy or “wild”, but I think my generation is more informed and make wiser decisions. That is not to say that we do not have our share of wild nights, but I’m pretty sure, we have not been doing anything that our parents’ generations haven’t done before. However, the difference is in the way we handle these facts of life. We may be wild (but I am doubtful that we are wilder than any of the generations before us) but this time, we are confident enough to admit that we are. We admit to doing what we do, we are not a generation who tries to seem squeaky-clean; we have gone away with all the “kaplastikan” and we have matured well enough to realize that, although it is not okay to make stupid mistakes, it definitely is okay to own up to them.

Things I Know For Sure


Of course, an article could never capture the true essence of the new Dabawenyo tribe but these things I know for sure: we know what we want and we know how to get it; we have mastered the art of remaining under the radar while moving mountains; we are oblivious to the fact that we have great potential; we still love fried food, Hebi and Choc-nut; we have done away with social-climbing; farting is not that big a sin as it used to be; and more importantly, we love and appreciate Davao and all the quirks it brings along with it.

Partyphile Gems!!!!!

here are some dance gems from the past...welll..they're not really THAT old...but...i think theyre almost classics ...hahahaha

New Davao

When we speak of tribes in Davao we often think of the Lumads and the natives who live high above in the mountains; but what my generation does not realize is that this isn’t necessarily the case. No matter where we originally come from, no matter how long we have been settled in this city, and no matter how little we know about each other; my generation now forms the Dabawenyo tribe. We are the new tribe of Davao, a breed of educated, street-smart, and confident people. The yuppies and students that walk the city streets unknowingly form one homogenous tribe; we share the same interests, attitudes and points of view. We may not know it, but we share a lot of common traits which now dictate, not only how the economy of Davao moves, but also how we deal with each other.

Surprisingly, the new breed of Dabawenyos is still much like the past generations of Pinoys. We still eat five times a day (merienda is still a must), we still use “sawsawan” with every meal, and we still invite whoever happens to pass by our tables to join us in eating our favorite “sudan” with a steaming hot cup of white rice (no matter how many times Ms Winfrey tells us to do otherwise). Unlike the Manila crowd, we are less obsessed with eating healthy thus Kwek-kwek, Fish Ball, Balot, frozen strong beer and, much to the horror of Manilenyos, unlimited rice are still favorites among Dabawenyos.

Unlike past generations, however, we have stopped trying to be “sosyal”. We are now content with being ourselves and even put a premium on simple living. Thus, fancy restos are now being snubbed; we appreciate simple Filipino food like Barbeque, Inihaw na Isda and other home-cooked favorites that can compete (in price) with even the most established fast-food chains.

Even bars are now getting shrugged off; partyphiles have gone back to the old Filipino way. It used to be, when you walked the streets at night, you would see a group of men sharing chit-chats over some cold beer in every baranggay, in every kanto, in every sari-sari store. We have gone back to this Filipino tradition of conversing over beer, but unlike the generations of our parents, we now find the right place and time for it: thus, as everyone has probably realized by now, F. Torres is where all the magic happens.

The only exception to the “anti-sosyal” rule, would probably be the coffee shops. We still frequent them even if we know we can get our caffeine fill at home for a much, much, much lower price; because coffee shops are the perfect venue for lazy conversation (and of course, free WiFi). They set the stage for great conversation and somehow, after a trip to your favorite café, you feel relaxed. And this is what we are after: stress-relief.

Wellness and relaxation have become the priorities for the new Dabawenyo tribe. We spend money for spa services and massages; we go out partying to forget all the chaos that life brings, and we now enroll in our local gyms to help sweat our stress away. We put a premium on good living and letting our hair down after a hard day at work. But that doesn’t mean we don’t have our share of mischief and misdemeanor.

Older generations often think of us as rowdy or “wild”, but I think my generation is more informed and make wiser decisions. That is not to say that we do not have our share of wild nights, but I’m pretty sure, we have not been doing anything that our parents’ generations haven’t done before. However, the difference is in the way we handle these facts of life. We may be wild (but I am doubtful that we are wilder than any of the generations before us) but this time, we are confident enough to admit that we are. We admit to doing what we do, we are not a generation who tries to seem squeaky-clean; we have gone away with all the “kaplastikan” and we have matured well enough to realize that, although it is not okay to make stupid mistakes, it definitely is okay to own up to them.

Of course, an article could never capture the true essence of the new Dabawenyo tribe but these things I know for sure: we know what we want, we know how to get it, we have mastered the art of remaining under the radar while moving mountains, we are oblivious to the fact that we have great potential, we still love fried food, Hebi and Choc-nut, we have done away with social-climbing, and more importantly, we love and appreciate Davao and all the quirks it brings along with it.

90s Child

as you know im a huge 90s baby...i was born near the end of the 80s so.....my eearliest memories were probabaly dyuring the 90s..and no matter what people say about songs that sucked during the 90s (think, boy bands, girl bands, show bands and gross rap acts) i still think there werea lot of gems in that era...just like this one...i loooooove love love this song...it never fails to relax me...decide if you like the remix or the original version more...






Confession number 14:

you know im not romantic at all (duh...i might as well be made from ice)

but, really...this is one of the most romantic songs ive ever heard...reminds me of those stories about secret young love