Speculations

"Let's make a story," I told Darfie. He was downing his third bottle of Tanduay Ice when O-Bar's show girls took the small stage."Once upon a time, when O-Bar Ortigas was just an experiment - a doomed experiment I used to say." I paused to watch a tranny lip sync a Rihanna anthem. "These ladies were asked if they like to be assigned there." "Or they'll stick with O-Malate."At that time, every gay

Every Vice Has A Price

O Bar, OrtigasStrange how stage lights and full-blast speakers take your life a little, and yet, when mixed with high doses of booze and unnumbered sticks of nicotine, they keep you going when smoke-screened nights become a bitter aftertaste.Do it again and again, and in no time your words will be laced with electronic dance music that speaks nothing but the emptiness that comes after a feel-good

Ninang

Masayang nagsasayaw si Bunso kasama si Shattershards malapit sa stage nang mapansin ko ang lalaki sa aming likuran. Maputi ang binata, nasa mid-twenties ang edad at ang mga mata nito'y nakatingin sa aking inaanak. Ramdam ko na siya ay naaakit. Hindi nga lang nito alam kung paano magpapakilala.Nahuli ko ang binata na pilit inaabot ang balikat ni bunso. Magalaw ang kanyang pagsasayaw kaya't hindi

Return To Bed

I can still remember the number of souls I pulled from the ground.One was a skinhead guy. Short and manly. He has a mole smacked just above his upper lip. He was an energizer bunny at the fringes of the dance floor. He began swaying his hips long before I busted a move. I reached for his hand when the party gods picked me to share their podium. Being sober, he turned down the invitation and

The Spinner

When Arrjae Puno and I were in our early twenties, our tireless selves used to be the poster boys of Orosa. At 1 am on a Saturday morning, we would walk the streets of Malate on our way to Bed. The scene then, littered with wasted, happy folks who want to be seen and get laid were hardly a distraction. We still yearn to get to our destination.After paying the 200 pesos cover charge, we would

Trance Vs House

It's been a while since U-Radio went on air and its absence leaves me dry without my electronic music fix. Gone are the happy days when I would travel from one place to another with dance music playing on my phone's radio. Furion's stolen and I can't even play my club tunes at Eclipse anymore. And since my dancing days are over, the current chart-toppers and club anthems have become unfamiliar to

The Grand Eyeball (First Part)

It was a night I will never forget... Just like what I've said to Spiker when I left - Every minute of the EB was worth it. Sana nakapagtagal pa ako para nakapag-bonding pa ako sa kanila. Pero it was time to leave then. Ten kaming nandun, I followed them to Malate. At first, nawala pa ako pero. They were great. Lots of Dancing - Hard Dancin' talking and everything. For the first time, I am home.

Return To The Dance Floor Last Part

Previously on SouljackerLet us slow down the frame rate at which the club scene is rendered. Imagine an invisible camera panning down towards the crowd. Its glassine lens float past the nicotine mists and beams of disco lights revealing frenzied faces held spellbound by Kylie's re-engineered sounds.And there was I, with my hands in the air. I was nearing my sonic orgasm, the music could no longer

Return To The Dance Floor Second Part

"Grabe Joms, anlaki talaga ng titi niya!" And even though I was already tipsy from downing two bottles of Red Horse beer at the club, the very graphic description was simply too much. Kane was referring to Eugene, (not his real name) the 6-footer, semikal ex-varsity player who was also a runaway boy from Malate. Back in the old days, the crowd literally part - like the Red Sea - when he and his

Return To The Dance Floor First Part

October 1, 2011Top Grill, Jupiter Street"Inom pa tayo!" Jap Nishi insisted. Three bottles of San Mig Light would never quench his thirst. I was told this guy could down six bottles of Red Horse without becoming a casualty. The last time we were in an inuman session at Rain Darwin's place, he didn't even get tipsy.Jap and I went to a videoke party arranged by Poi and the gang. I would have went

Sabado Nights

On a night like this, the first order of business is to choose the dance floor. Whether it be Che'lu, BED or O-Bar, what matters is that I get there and party. Clubbing is a sort of addiction - an excuse to be alone and purge that hangover left from last week's revelry. The weekdays are mostly dreary: work, home, empty sweet nothings, failed dates.Life goes on in a blink:All I ever desire is to

Graduate

Been a clubber for almost a decade now  and the dance floor - was for the longest time - my realm. Had I known that I will abdicate my throne for a much quieter corner, far from the glare of strobe lights, loud music bouncing off the man-sized speakers and cigarette particles suspended in mid-air, I should have arranged for my own graduation before I left.Slipping my gem-studded white stiletto

Fifty

I  am nothing but a second-rate trying hard copycat and I know that!  I will also be denying myself a lot of blog entries to write should I pursue this. Pero dahil feel kong maging sunod-sunuran kay Daddy Fox, gagawa rin ako ng blog kagaya ng kanya.So, without much further delay, here are the 50 facts you should know about me.50.  Sunsets bring out the sentimental in me.  Lalo na when my

Embassy In My Head

The  itch to go clubbing  begins with a recollection of  scenes from the past week:  the nicotine smoke swirling in mid-air, the half-empty bottles of San Mig Light and Tanduay Ice on the bar table,  the dance anthem played when the set starts to pick up, the after-party rumination inside the cab on my way home.  Most of the time, I  begged off from ever returning. But when the repetitive drums