RESTART THE RESTART

It’s been a while since the last post, 2015 actually. And back then I said I was back and it was time to restart but I lied….:)

There have been many first sentences, some grew into paragraphs and some into finished first drafts. But none made it here to the final stage…the actual post.

When asked why I haven’t posted in a while, I say I’m blocked. I haven’t had the energy or the drive to post. I misplaced my voice. I only had these sad and dark thoughts floating in my brain and I didn’t want to write them down. Someone once told me that some of my posts (in another blog) were too heavy. But what was once lost can still be found, right? It’s my blog and I’ll post what I want to right?

So as part of my 2018 resolutions, I’ve decided to write again. Some will be heavy and maudlin, some funny and kind of ridiculous, some will be angst-y, some will just be a series of random thoughts and WTF moments.

So let’s try this again. Restart the restart button. Inday is back….AGAIN.

RESTART, REBOOT, RESET

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For a while now I’ve been frozen. I stare at the blank screen and start typing out sentences that seemed to make sense and then I read them again and it’s all crap. I look back at previous entries and wonder what the hell happened?  So this is me thinking out loud, as Ed Sheeran would say, it’ll be melodramatic and emo so if you’re not into that then skip to the next entry…cause am hoping after this one, there will be more, again.

I look back and wonder when I lost it. The nerve to lay my ass on the line and say what’s in my head. The urge to share inside jokes about things I’ve seen and things I’ve done. The desire to divulge insider information about my so-called exciting life. I’m searching for that moment when Inday lost her mojo. Somehow, at some point, the messenger lost the message. Because I got buried under layers of overthinking and overanalyzing that I didn’t even know what to say…let alone how to say it.

So I’m trying here. Maybe writing about not being able to write will spark some fire up my ass or bring out some hilarious zingers. Maybe just putting this down on paper will bring back the mojo.

So, this is me hitting the reset button on Inday and her adventures. Stay tuned folks…Inday and I are just getting restarted.

That’s all for now…bow.

RANDOM THOUGHTS ON A MONDAY

it’s been a while since the last post.  have decided to slowly get back into posting regularly, even if it’s some of the random thoughts that pop up in my brain every now and then…think of it as a really loooong fb status message.

I dont sleep much.  So, I spend a lot of time surfing the web, checking out random sites and yes, checking my facebook news feed.  And sometimes I just can’t help but notice a few things.

1.  SAD NEWS DAY

it’s not just a slow news day, but a sad one when news sites are filled with articles about Kris Aquino and her social network drama.  Who the hell cares if she unfollows Judy Ann Santos?

2. AND THE WINNER IS…

no matter what you have to say about her father, the winner in the Jerika-Kris battle si Jerika.  KRIS AQUINO is a bully and a brat.

3.  FIFTY SHADES OF HEY!

no one is holding a gun to your head to watch this movie, no one held guns to people’s heads to read the book.  and if you did, and you took the whole thing seriously, then the one with the problem is you…not the producers, not the writers.  and if you are worried about your kids emulating Christian Grey then that’s on you, not the producers, not the author.

4.  DANIEL PADILLA

Promise.  Maybe cause I’m not a teenager anymore, but he’s not a very good actor, his speaking voice is kinda grating and he can’t sing that well.

5. COCO MARTIN

Yes he’s a good actor.  I think we’ve established that.  Now let’s work on his diction and his pronounciation.  Surely it’ll only be to his benefit if he can pronounce the letter “f”

that’s all for now…bow

 

OF BIRTHDAYS AND THANK YOU’S

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Just seven days till my birthday, so I figured now would be a good time to say my annual thank you speech.  This is for all the people who’ve made my life a gazillion times better by stopping by, staying for a while or never walking away….

  • For friendships that cross the miles, connect the dots, fill the voids and bridge the gaps. Doesn’t matter if they’re new, old or somewhere in the middle
  •  For the welcome, the appreciation, the support of Inday and all her queer quriks, attention-grabbing antics, shameless scenes and so much more. And for letting me always talk about her in the third person.
  •  For listening to me holler, whine, vent, cry, sing, shout, talk, whisper, inquire about the same things over and over and over again. Your patience knows no bounds.
  •  For being there when I was at my lowest, my highest and all the other stages in between.
  •  For seeing beyond the hair color, the excess weight, the pale skin. And for accepting what lies beneath.
  •  For letting me make a fool of myself yet never thinking me the fool
  •  For knowing when to let me go and reel me back in
  •  For never calling me “Fat”…or at least not doing so within earshot.
  •  For trusting me with your lives, your loves, your secrets, your hopes and your dreams.
  •  For the coffees, the iced teas, the royals, the coke lights, the tequila roses, the coke zeros, the dalandan shakes and everything that happened and that was said while we were enjoying every sip.
  •  For anything and everything, the big things and small things, for things that don’t matter and things that do….

Thank you, thank you, thank you.  You have all made each day worth waking up for (when i get some sleep that is).  I hold you all near and dear to my heart.

And if I haven’t said it enough, thank you….

That’s all for now…bow

WEIGHT FOR ME

eps-5499purple-venus-eps-5499-purple-glass-digital-400x400-imady59ffc2bzagtAm sure many of you will be surprised if I say that for most of my life I’ve had a weight problem. (wink-wink) Sadly it’s not the lack of but rather the over-abundance of (yes over na abundance pa!) And living here in the Philippines where people can be tactless and where being overweight is frowned upon, I’ve had many moments of WTF when it comes to my weight.

THE UGLY TRUTH

A few years back our family went to Shangri La Mall for lunch. When we were getting out of the car, my niece, then around 5 years old, dropped her shoe in the car and was having a hard time putting it back on. My sister-in-law who was pregnant at the time and I were helping my niece. This caused a slight delay before our car could move from its spot on the driveway in front of Rustan’s. A lady with a grocery cart was waiting for her car which was behind ours. She yelled at us to hurry up. I told her to wait because this little girl was having a hard time. She kept mumbling about how slow we were but we ignored her. When we were finally done and were walking towards Rustan’s, the woman yelled at us, “Matataba!” I turned to her and said, “Una buntis siya” I went on, “pangalawa, ako mataba, pwede ako pumayat, ikaw pangit ka, anong gagawin mo?”  For a moment, she was taken aback, then continued, “Taba!” So I replied, “Panget!” And suddenly from a few feet away, a female voice yelled, “Panget!” It was my cousin, she had no idea what was happening but seeing that some woman was yelling at us, she jumped in to support.

CLERICAL ERROR

In most local brands, the sizing is not always plus size friendly. So when sales clerks see a plus size person walk in the store, they already pre-judge that person. I entered a store in Megamall looking for a top for my mom. It was about 15 minutes to closing time so the sales people were already counting down and not very interested in new customers. I walked into a store  and asked if they had any silver tops (mom needed it for a party) and the sales people who were sitting on the floor playing cards (yes cards!) got up and said, “Maliit ang size naming.” I hadn’t even asked for a size! I was so annoyed I said, “Miss hindi naman para sa akin e. At bastos ka!”   And I walked out.

Even in tiangges, I already know if a stall only carries small sizes because the sales girls don’t bother saying “Mam/Sir T-shirts!” If a stall carries my size, the sales person will usually say, “Mam, may malalaki kaming sizes!”  I tell them that rather than say big sizes, they can always just say that they have my size? Right?

PLANE CRASH

One domestic flight on PAL, the FA was distributing snacks and he looked at me and told his colleague (in a loud whisper that I could totally hear), “Bitin dito ang isa!” and gave me 2 bags of chips. I told him, “Hindi ka nakakatawa.” He spent the rest of the flight apologizing and giving me freebies. Found out from an FA friend that had I reported that person for his insults, he could get major demerit points on his record.

THE BORACAY SERIES

I’ve had several “fat girl incidents” in Boracay, but somehow I don’t get offended when the locals call me fat because I know to them it’s used as an identifier and not an insult. So I just usually laugh off these off.

One post-Christmas holiday, we took a cousins trip to Boracay. Let’s just say that we are a very healthy bunch. So we had a few fat stories. Though honestly, in Boracay, they use the term as a reference or a statement of fact and not really an insult as they do here, so we were more amused than offended:

My cousin (who was about half my size) and I were buying Choriburgers and mine was taking a bit too long. So when I followed up, the salesgirl asked her companion, “Yung sa mataba wala pa?”  I just looked at my cousin and laughed.

Another time, a boatman approached us and asked if we wanted to go boating, we asked how much and he said it would cost P1,500. We asked what the capacity of his boat was and he replied, “Mga 15-20 po. Pero kung kayo 10-15 lang.” . Thank you ha!

STRANGER DANGER

This last incident just happened about a month ago.  I was quietly minding my own business when a friend of my friends arrived. Apparently she had gained some weight since they last saw her because the first thing they said to her was “Uy tumaba ka.”  I guess said girl was bothered by the comment, and was feeling defensive, because she stood next to me and asked the others, while pointing to me (just so we all knew who she was referring to) “Sinong mas mataba sa aming dalawa?”  And mind you, I hadn’t even been introduced to her, I had no idea who she was and she had no idea who I was. For all she knew, I was just a stranger standing next to her friends. I mean seriously, WTF right? Thankfully, I was raised right by my parents, so I just smiled at her. When our mutual friends finally introduced us, did you think she’d apologize for insulting me? Nope. In fact she went on to talk about me as if I wasn’t there. Granted she was saying I was cute. But hey, still rude.

I tell my friends, only I can call myself fat. Other people don’t have that right. And sadly, it’s only in this country where they actually do call you fat to your face without a care. I know that I’ll never be a size 2, but having been a size 18 at one point in my life and now at size 10, I’m quite happy with where I am. And proud. So when I still get these zings, I admit I still get affected.

But hey, considering how tactful Pinoys are, there will be more stories like these.  But to the next person who calls me by this hideous word, I can always say, “Ako mataba, pwede akong pumayat. E ikaw panget, anong gagawin mo?”

That’s all for now…bow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

INDAY’S TRAVEL TALES

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Inday and the New York sky

I love to travel, whether it’s to visit my siblings in their corners of the world, to go on a holiday with friends, business trips, or just those short getaways from my everyday life.  Wherever I go, I usually bring home presents for friends and family, goodies for me, shot glasses for my collection and of course a bunch of Inday photos for the whole world to see.

But in all my trips, I have also amassed a bunch of stories, that, when I share them with friends, all get the same reaction, “It could only happen to you, Inday!”  So now, on this stormy Wednesday morning, let me share them with you:

A CASE OF MISCOMMUNICATION

After the tour of the palace, we were given a few minutes to walk around the gardens.  I was taking a quiet stroll and a French man approached me and with his very thick accent and broken English asked if he could walk with me.  I was alone so I said, “Yes.” I don’t speak French and he spoke very little English, but somehow we managed to have a conversation.  Though really, all I got was he had some free time from a business trip and decided to tour the palace.    After a few minutes, he held my hand. I was a bit surprised, but okay.  A few more minutes of walking, I pointed to the other side of the garden and said, “Let’s go there.” I guess that part wasn’t so clear, cause he did the French air kiss on my cheeks and said goodbye.  So much for my afternoon with a Frenchman.

MAKING NEW FRIENDS

I was having lunch at a pizza restaurant in Venice when I heard the familiar sounds of people speaking Tagalog.  I approached them and said hi and introduced myself.  The group was very friendly and we started exchanging stories.  When we were about to go our separate ways, they invited me to dinner the following night, “Sama ka sa amin mag-dinner bukas,” one of them said, “Pagkatapos ng samba.”.  I was a bit confused.  So I said, “Worship?”  “Yes, El Shaddai.” They said.  And all I could say was, “Oh I didn’t know there was El Shaddai in Venice.” Not knowing what to say, I just replied, “Sure.” Unfortunately, our lines got crossed the next day and we weren’t able to meet up anymore.  But hey, who else can say they were invited to an El Shaddai worship in Venice?

JUST A SUGGESTION

After a tiring morning of playing tourist, I decided to take a short lunch break. I sat at a bench outside a souvenir shop near the Vatican.  I took out the sandwich I made from the breakfast buffet at my hotel.  (Inday was on a very strict budget!)  A Filipina sat next to me and after we got through the “Ay Pilipina ka pala” moments, we started exchanging stories.  Turns out she was working for a French diplomat who was being transferred to Russia.  She told me about how good her employers were and how lucky she was.  After a few minutes, she looked at me and asked, “Bakit di ka na lang mag-TNT dito.  I wasn’t really sure how to reply so I just said, “OK naman po ang trabaho ko sa Pilipinas.”

A KISS FROM A STRANGER  (No it’s not what you think.  It’s funnier than that!)

One afternoon, I was standing on 5th Avenue having a cigarette when an African-American man approached me.  He asked if I had some spare change, and when I said no, he asked if he could have a cigarette.  So I gave him one.  He smiled and said, “You are a lifesaver.” Then kissed my neck and hugged me.  I was so taken aback all I could do was stand there.

AN OFFER I COULDN’T REFUSE

I had such a tight budget on my trip to Europe.  Food was at the bottom of my list of things to spend on (tours, entrance fees, souvenirs and Diet Coke were at the top of the said list).  I brought cup noodles, canned pate, crackers and even plastic containers and forks with me, so I could save on buying food.   Am not sure if this was obvious from my face though.  On the train ride from Venice to Florence, I sat next to this Irish man and woman who looked to be in their mid-60s.  Turns out they were brother and sister who were taking a vacation together.  We were getting along really well so when lunchtime came the sister said, “Would you like to join us for lunch?” Lunch was a set meal that cost 30 euro, so I was about to say no, when she added, “as our guest?”  Now how could I refuse such an offer? Especially since the option was eating the crackers I’d swiped from the hotel breakfast buffet table.

AN OFFER I SHOULD HAVE REFUSED

While on a group tour in Vienna, this Australian guy struck up a conversation with me.  When the tour finished shortly before lunch, he asked what my plans were for the rest of the day.  I said I was just going to visit other museums, he asked if he could join me.  I figured why not?  So we walked for a few minutes and he said we should stop for lunch and it’d be his treat.  I had been living on cup noodles and crackers for a week so this was an irresistible offer.  Once we had sat down for lunch, he asked me if he could have a cigarette.  I said yes, even though it was my last pack.  As the rest of the afternoon went on he kept getting cigarettes from me.

Around 5pm we parted ways.  And I was left wondering, “was the free lunch worth the half pack of cigarettes?” considering how blaaah that lunch was and how expensive cigarettes are in Europe, am still not sure if it was.

There are many more stories to tell, but I’ll save the others for future entries.

So that’s all for now…bow

I’m bored, stuck at home and wanted a break from catching up on my TV show backlog, saw this on a friend’s FB wall and pressed play. And I kept trying to stop it but I just had to finish the video…so now I want to share the misery…why should I be the only one who’s suffering…PLEASE CLICK ON THIS LINK

http://www.abs-cbnnews.com/entertainment/04/25/14/kris-aquino-interviewing-emma-stone-not-so-nice

While watching the video, some thoughts came to mind:
1. What did Kris Aquino say that caused that look on Emma Stone’s face even before the interview start?
2. What’s with that accent and that voice? That’s not the accent she uses when she talks about her lovelife.
3. And what’s with those questions? As much as I dislike her, I always thought that beyond the kaka-ness, self-involved moments, Kris is an intelligent woman. She is after all an Ateneo graduate. She was trying way too hard that it left everyone, especially Emma Stone confused.
4. And then to go on air and say that Emma Stone wasn’t so nice? Maybe it wasn’t about Emma Stone but about Kris.

I know am spending an awful lot of time on a woman that annoys the hell out of me, but again, I am bored…I think it is time to take baby steps out of the house…

That’s all for now….bow

MISERY LOVES COMPANY

INDAY’S LATEST ROUND OF WTFs…

i’ve had a lot of time lately to just sit back and observe things around me and   And though there are some high lights, there are clearly some things that deserve outbursts of WTF?

1.  I think (and i’ve thought this for a really long time, as most of you have I’m sure) that it’s high time Kris Aquino shuts up about her love life until he puts a ring on it.  Eventually, she’ll run out of hair to chop off if she keeps this up. then again, she might run out of men…

2.  Apparently, Ellen Adarna plays a doctor on that show Moon of Desire.  But her skirt seems a tad too short for someone in the medical profession.  or maybe that’s just me…

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a screenshot from Moon of Desire

 

3.  there’s something sad about Dyesebel, and am not referring to the story here.

4.  Anne Curtis singing…need I say more?

5. girls who insist on wearing heels when they can’t walk properly in them. baby steps dear, start with kitten heels or practice with wedges.  then work your way up to stilettos.

6.  girls who wear suuuper short skirts but keep pulling them down, you have to practice walking around your house first before you head out the door.  or wear the proper underwear and deal with it.

7.  and for that matter, girls who wear low cut tops and keep pulling them up…if it’s really bothering you, there’s this “new” invention called the double-sided tape.

8.  people who haven’t discovered the magic of conditioners or hot oil treatments. you will be so glad you did, and so will the people around you.

i think that’ll do for now…I’m sure I’ll come up with more…feel free to add your own WTFs

That’s all for now…bow.

 

IT’S ABOUT SERVICE (OR WHY I’M NEVER GOING BACK TO GREEN PASTURES)

A few months ago, i ate at  GREEN PASTURES at the new wing of the Shangri La Mall and had a really bad experience.  and now i’m seeing that this place is getting such rave reviews, so i figured, now that Inday is back online, it’s time I put my 2 cents in about this place.    the first and LAST time I ate there, I not only had a horrible meal, but also experienced really bad customer service.  and what’s even sadder, the owner has already been informed, by mutual friends, of what happened but I HAVE NEVER EVEN BEEN CONTACTED.  IT’S OWNED BY THE SAME PEOPLE AS CYMA, and we know I’m not going to eat there either, EVER!!!

so here’s what happened.

we had a family dinner there, but i was late so by the time i arrived, they had all finished eating.  I was given a menu, made my selection and signaled the waiter who was just standing to one side.  he held up one finger in a “wait” gesture. i said ok, a little odd considering he was just standing there, but ok.  finally another waiter came to take my order but as I was reciting my choices, i looked up and said waiter was looking around and clearly not listening to me.  take deep breath and count 1 to 10.  i said, “can i order now?” so finally he takes down my order and leaves.  soon my appetizer of bangus sardines of some sort arrives.  not bad, a little too oily, but over all it tasted good.  and then my mushroom pasta came.  well it didn’t taste bad, neither did it taste good, that’s because IT HAD NO TASTE.  I asked for salt, and soon all i could taste was the salt.  it looked like it should taste like something, but nothing really nothing. the waiter came and asked how my food was, and i said, it’s tasteless.  he apologized and offered to replace it, but i said never mind.  he left our table and approached a man who had been standing by the kitchen wearing a chef’s jacket (who was acting like he was in charge) and whispered something to him and pointed to our table (we were only a few feet away and I had a clear view of the 2 of them).  but did said senior staff ever come over? nope.  just went about his business.

THE MUSHROOM PASTA OR WHATEVER ITS CALLED

THE MUSHROOM PASTA OR WHATEVER ITS CALLED

we asked for the bill and just for the heck of it, i checked if the pasta was there. and yes it was.  ok fine, let’s just pay and go.   on our way out, dude in chef’s jacket said, “hope to see you again.” inhale, exhale and turn…”No you won’t.  The mushroom pasta was bad, it was tasteless and just blah and the waiter informed you about it and you didn’t even have the courtesy to approach us to apologize.  and you didn’t even remove it from the bill.” he tried to reason out, “oh they didn’t?” so meaning he did know what was going on, “i told them to remove it from the bill,” then looked around for the waiter, “I said well they didn’t and besides you should have talked to us, or some other senior person.” and all he could say was, “we’ll make it up to you next time.”  i said, “maybe if you approached us earlier and apologized.  I saw our waiter approach you, he gestured to our table so I knew he was talking about us.  but you never even apologized. you only apologize now because I called you on it.  so dude, no, we will not be back, EVER.” he tried again, “we promise to make it up to you…” too late dude,”no, you lost your chance, and I will share this on social media and will tell all my friends.” and we left. and even before i reached my house it was posted and tagged. it’s taken me a while to actually blog about it, but hey better late than never….

THIS WAS SO DIFFERENT FROM WHAT I EXPERIENCED TODAY AT SUMMER PALACE AT EDSA SHANGRI LA HOTEL.

Mom was craving their Hot Prawn Salad and I was just hungry since I skipped breakfast and wanted a good meal, and since we had limited choices on Good Friday, we thought why not Summer Palace.  WE’d had their Hot Prawn Salad before and knew it was good.  So off we went.  We arrived around 1115am, the place was empty and we were quickly led to a table, given a menu, and because we already what we wanted, in about 5 minutes we had placed our orders.  In about 10 minutes, the place started filling up with people who also began ordering their food.  Soon the first of our orders arrived, the Steamed Prawn Dumplings and the Steamed Scallop Dumplings.  About 5 minutes later, the Fried Lobster Rolls came.  We were still waiting for the Machang, Crispy Noodles and Hot Prawn Salad.  (told you I was hungry).  It had been about 20 minutes since we arrived and placed our orders.  The people in the next table had been there for about 10 minutes when we saw that they had already been served Crispy Noodles, and a couple other meat dishes.  The other tables were also receiving their dimsum orders.  Where was the rest of our food then?  The Hot Prawn Salad arrived and after one bite, mom and I were so confused.  this was not the dish that we had enjoyed many times before.  the prawns were tough, and dry, despite the mayo, the coating was soggy, like it had been sitting in the dressing for hours.

*THIS IS NOT FROM SUMMER PALACE JUST FOUND PHOTO IN MY FILES.

*THIS IS NOT FROM SUMMER PALACE JUST FOUND PHOTO IN MY FILES.

a few minutes later, one of the senior staff of Shang approached the table next to us to greet the diners.  (judging from the hugs and besos, you could tell they were friends) I looked at mom and said, “No wonder they got their food quickly.”  A minute later, this woman passed our table and asked how things were. I said, “well not too good, we arrived and ordered before all of these people and yet they’ve all gotten their orders and ours isn’t complete yet. and this hot prawn salad is not good.” she quickly apologized and volunteered to follow up the rest of our orders.  we told her to just cancel and send us the bill.  we were too annoyed to eat anymore. pretty soon another senior staffer (based on his uniform) approached us apologized and told us that our lunch was on the house.  we went back and forth, with us insisting on paying at least for the dishes that we kind of enjoyed, but he insisted that it was complimentary and that he hoped we’d come back so he could personally attend to our needs.  we said, “we’ll see.” left a tip and walked out of the restaurant.  The lady we talked to previously asked us to fill out a comment card and told us that we were not the first to comment about the Prawn Salad.  Turns out she was in charge of the Chinese restaurants and was already investigating the problem since there had already been several complaints.  Though we were disappointed by the meal, we were also impressed at the attitude that the Shang staff took.  It wasn’t just that our lunch was free, but their very sincere apology, eagerness to explain and pacify and their very warm and friendly approach.  This is so not the usual attitude you get from local service staff, senior or junior level.

had the management and staff of Green Pastures apologized properly, without my having to point it out to them several times in a span of 10 minutes, i probably wouldn’t have been as mad.  but they didnt even seem to care until i was already mad.  i mean really, i started annoyed, moved up to pissed off before i reached mad.   just because they’re the “IN PLACE”.  SO PLEASE DO NOT PATRONIZE THIS RESTAURANT.  LET THEIR GREEN PASTURES TURN BROWN AND DRY UP.

but do go to Summer Palace.  They know what good and bad service means, and do their best to appease upset guests. sometimes, all we want is an apology.  the freebies are great, but a “sorry” is even better.

That’s all for now…bow.

INDAY’S UPDATE


I know, I know…you’ve all probably missed reading about all my crazy adventures and misadventures.  And if you haven’t missed me, well…well…well.  The truth is, for the last few months, I’ve been very busy.  Yes there have been some trips and photo ops, which I will share someday.  But for now I want to share something else…and it’s my blog so I’ll share what I want to…La lang.

Well you are all probably thinking that the only thing that I enjoy is having all camera lenses pointed at me and being in the spotlight, and you may be right.  But there’s one other thing I love and that’s music, 80’s music to be precise.  I may enjoy occassional tunes from Pink or Katy Perry or my favorite boy bands, Westlife and Boyzone.  But the real soundtrack of my life are those songs from my not-so-distant past.  So imagine how excited I was when I found a way to get both–the spotlight and 80s music.  Ok calm down, I have not transformed into  Geleen Eugenio’s long, lost twin sister.  I just discovered The Mike Bon Gang.

Here’s how it happened….

It actually all started with a blind date…or as we chose to call it…a pseudo blind date. My friend called me last August and said,  “I want you to meet this guy, he likes to sing, you like to sing.  And there’s this band that plays 80’s music and they let people jam.”   Not the most romantic set-up, but hey, meet a guy, 80’s music, sing….How can you (meaning me) say no to that?  So I said, “Game”.  Just 5 minutes after meeting the guy, I knew the highlight of the evening would not be the “DATE” but rather the music.  And thankfully, the band aka The Mike Bon Gang was really good.

They were just three guys, Guitar, Bass and Drums, who all sang vocals on various tracks.  My friends and I were quite fascinated becuase though there were only three guys performing, it sounded like there was a full band hiding under the floorboards or something.  Mike plays guitar and does lead vocals, Cholo, drums and vocals and Jonathan, bass and vocals.  And, what was even better?  Their playlist was filled with selections from the soundtrack of my life.

For a moment I was back in Cow Palace watching Tears for Fears perform Everybody Wants to Rule the World and Shout.  And then when they played A Little Respect from Erasure, suddenly I was catapulted back to the Erasure concerts at Shoreline Ampitheater and the Warfield!  And then my friends and I were surprised to hear The Promise by When in Rome, which brought back memories of my days in San Francisco.  In between there were other great songs like With or Without you, Upside Down, Electric Dreams etc etc etc.

 

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But our hands-down favorite part was when they started singing Human by the Human League.  If you’re not familiar with the song, it’s actually a duet between a guy and a girl.  It’s an all male band, so we were confused. Especially when we heard the girl’s spoken part, “The tears I cried aren’t tears of pain, they’re all to hide my guilt and shame.  I forgive you and I ask the same of you.  While we were apart, I was human too.”  We were looking around to see if it was a recording or if there was a surprise guest (think ASAP) and were laughing when we realized it was the drummer speaking and singing in falsetto.  They followed this with Nothing’s Gonna Stop us Now, another male-female song.  And again there was that voice.  I guess you could say that after those winning moments, my friends and I were officially fan-girls!

 

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So we all eagerly sang along and aloud and would even do the back-up singers parts.  Then i heard my name being called.  One of my friends requested that I be called to sing. I did the “no, i’m shy routine” but as we all know, I’m not THAT shy.  So eventually, with a lot of prodding (ok there really wasn’t much prodding) I got up on stage and sang a few tunes, including a not so new wave (but also my trademark jamming with a band song), Crazy for You.

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When the band finished their set, my “date” disappeared faster then you could say “Depeche Mode”.  We ended up staying and hanging out with the band for a while.  We were back the following week and the week after that.  Between and after their sets, the band would join us for a round or two of drinks.  We’d even make comments on their playlists.  Involved???

I left for the States for a bit, but upon my return, the first thing on the agenda was a surprise party for a friend with The Mike Bon Gang as musical guest.  As expected, our other friends enjoyed their music too.  After that, we became regular fixtures at their gigs like the ones at Craft Rock and Grill at the Fort Strip.

at Craft, Fort Strip

at Craft, Fort Strip

Some of us would even go all the way to Roxas Blvd to watch them at The Pier.

at The Pier

at The Pier

The Pier parking lot

The Pier parking lot

And because I always take every opportunity for a photo op, we’d even have a “let’s pose with the band” moment.

group shot!

group shot!

And yes, I have sung with them a few times….after all, if there’s one thing you can’t count on, Inday will always find the spotlight.

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And so have some of my friends…

it's not just Inday

it’s not just Inday

So there, if you’ve been wondering what I’ve been up?  I’ve been pretty busy.  In fact, already making plans for their next gig, April 23 at The Pier.  You should go check them out…and while you’re at it, check out the The Mike Bon Gang facebook page!

That’s all for now…bow.