There are many sports I’m not good at. In fact, once I try something out and realize I’m not a natural at it, I hardly ever do that again. It’s the most defeatist attitude in the world, but it saves me from embarrassment (and more importantly-INJURY).
But this is one fake sport I tried twice.
Sand climbing (not an official sport, so don’t expect a clickable link or a Wikipedia article) is one of the most frustrating physical things you can do. You move faster and you sink. You move slower and you still sink. The worst part about it is that unlike other sports that are recreational, this became a necessity at two points in my life. Of course other people (AKA my unbelievably athletic friends) had no problem climbing over sand dunes to get to where we were going. I feel like I’m the only person who has actual difficulty with this! Why is that?
Here are those two times I was talking about:
Zambales, Philippines January 2008
Do you see all that sand behind me? It seems as though I was trying to dig a hole but really all I wanted to do was get out of the ditch. Of course instead of my friends helping me, they went down to take a photo and climbed back up (without any effort) afterwards.
Huacachina, Peru July 2011
Sand climbing in Zambales was nothing NOTHING compared to climbing in an actual desert! First of all, Zamba sand was somewhat wet and compact which made it easier to climb. This was miles upon miles of endless sand dunes under the dry sun which meant it felt like I was climbing in baby powder. Also, wearing shoes didn’t help one bit! If anything, they became sand repositories and weighed me down. I was trying to climb to the top of the sand dune to try my hand at sand boarding. If you’re wondering if I ever got to the top of the sand dune..yes I did. And that’s exactly how I will start my next post on how I failed miserably at sand boarding.
At Lolla this year, Mike and Fred left halfway through the set of Phantogram to go watch Friendly Fires. I hadn’t heard of them up until our drive to Chicago so normally, I decided to stay with Phantogram. [Also, I was supposed to see Phantogram last December at Wrong Bar but made the mistake of showing up super early when the place wasn’t even open yet #loser, so I decided to hang out at my friend’s and ended up never leaving the couch.] So obviously, I was pretty psyched to finally see them.
Besides, Sara Barthel was mesmerizing.
After the Friendly Fires set, Mike and Fred couldn’t stop talking about how amazing it was. I kinda regretted not going. So naturally, when I heard (through the grapevine) that Friendly Fires was playing at the opening of Topshop in Yorkdale, I had to go.
At first I was pretty skeptical since I hadn’t heard or read it on the news. Tim even said that maybe it was some other band that just sounds like Friendly Fires like Friends and Fires or something.
In the end I decided to go anyway. It didn’t even matter that I had to take the subway
(cringe), I had to be there.
I don’t know how Topshop did it, but they did.
Apparently, they played for a whole hour!
I didn’t see most of the show since I was on the subway for a good part of it, but I was able to see (and be close) enough to get hit by Ed Macfarlane’s sweat. If you haven’t seen him dance (this should be a good introduction), my god you’re missing out on so much.
But Sunday, wow.
Truth be told I wasn’t too hyped up for their concert since I knew I had to be at work in less than 8 hours from when they started playing, but when they started all that changed.
Ed Macfarlane does love his Hawaiian print shirts.
He’s wearing the shoes I’ve been searching for a good few months now, black velvet bedroom slippers with gold stitching.
My resolution after this concert?
Learn how to dance like Ed Macfarlane. I’ll be coming up with a ‘How to dance like Friendly Fires’ Ed” video on YouTube soon.
I have a love/hate relationship with this photo. Let’s start with the obvious first.
Love because it looks like Jo and Mike are holding hands (uuuuyyy) or doing some sketchy exchange.
Hate because..do I really even have to spell it out? That may be the worst face I’ve ever made (caught on film).
I’m pretty sure I was reacting to something Jo and Mike were teasing me about again (when are they not?). But the thing is, even if these two guys drive me nuts, I still owe them a lot. Maybe for you to understand this gratitude I speak of, I have to go back to two weeks ago.
The plan was to “get ready" at my place then head out late to avoid queues. We did head out late, but didn’t get to see any of the art installations.
Long story short, I lost my phone and a random person picked it up/found it on the street. When we called my number, the guy picked up and arranged to meet at a hotel nearby to give back the phone. I don’t remember how it was decided who would go get it but Jo and Mike ended up going to the hotel. Over half an hour later, they came back with my phone.
But what we didn’t know until much after was while Mike was negotiating where to meet up, the guy apparently asked for a hand job in return for the phone. A HAND JOB. To which Mike’s response was dropping the call and turning to Jo to say “Jo, ikaw magbibigay nun.”
We couldn’t get over it when they told us later on. We were horrified but in the ended up laughing afterwards. Was he kidding? The guy seemed pretty decent according to the boys but that’s not to say they weren’t worried walking over to meet him. Apparently they put up their hoods and tried to act all tough. The hand over (pun NOT intended) went smoothly and even tried offering the guy a cigarette as a token of their (thought it really should be my) appreciation.
And so there you go.
I have a feeling I will have to put up with a lot of these two boys’ teasing for a while because they went out on a limb (HAHAHA) to retrieve my phone. Scary? Yes. Stupid? Maybe. Unforgettable? Definitely.
So thanks, boys! I’ll try not to lose my phone just for your safety.
Then again this isn’t really my party so I guess it’s not all total hogwash. Also this is a huge exception primarily because there was no actual furniture (aside from an Ikea lamp) in this apartment. But hey, who says that’s gotta stop the fun from happening right?
I purposely didn’t work this weekend so that I could finally go and see Nuit Blanche. I missed the past two years since I was always working so I was pretty psyched for last night. The plan was to leave no earlier than 2 or 3am since everything would be packed with people.
So this is what we did to kill time before heading out into the city.
As per the suggestion of my cousin Mika
I wish I had photos of the actual Nuit Blanche to show you. How was it?