Tito Science – Of YC and a Few Words

After a year of changing drummers, squeezing time to record our materials, and pushing it… we’ve finally released the first official single of Tito Science. It is called “YC“.

So far, it’s just a lyric video uploaded on YouTube and promoted through our Facebook page. It will take a little while before it appears on Spotify and iTunes (together with four other songs). The actual CD will be out, hopefully, by the last quarter of 2018.

As working titos, we are mostly occupied by other important matters in life. We are busy bees and are indeed fortunate if time allows all five of us to be available on a same day. But we try to make it work and we find ways even for a once a month jam, recording session, and/or plain hang out.

Tito Science is a labor of love that we treasure so much. We don’t see the band as a remunerative craft nor a source of extra dough. The only “reward” that we get for it is when people dig and enjoy our songs. Quite frankly, our music is an acquired taste. Many may not like it just because, but we will keep on making more so we can just share to the world the fun collaboration of our musical knacks, personal stories, individual vagaries, and satirical opinions about the society and anything within this universe.

A few weeks from now, we will be releasing another single that I hope people will appreciate too.

So here’s the lyric video of “YC“.



audio quality / mixing is for YouTube purposes only


Two of Us 

I met my wife in a “Somebody” period of my life. It wasn’t the “It Might Be You” nor the “Got to Believe in Magic” kind of cheese-overload vibe when I first saw her, but I heard that “tududu tududu F–Eb-G” playing in my mind. There was “Something“.

Maybe it’s because of “Cupid De Locke” and that I was more of a “Zero” guy, but everything was just right timing. After being “My Own Summer” and “Twist“, there she was to “Be Quiet and Drive” me.

We started friends. We “Friday I’m in Love“. We started young. We “Nothing Else Matters“. We interplayed. We “All I Want“. We explored. We “2 Become 1“. We progressed. We “Don’t Stop Me Now“. We got lost and back. We lived for the moment, and somehow, dreamt of sharing the future together. You know, “Nine Million Bicycles“.

We eventually became husband and wife (and now with a teen daughter). For years, we have grown and built a kind of connection daubed with “No Ordinary Love“. We don’t dwell with the ideals. We are practical. We thoroughly think things of. We are realistic.
We are not the “Love Will Keep Us Alive” couple. We are more “Money (That’s What I Want)” when it comes to the punches of life, yet, we are “Love Don’t Cost a Thing” to each other (of course, without the Benz and that Rolley bling).

We’ve come a long way. We’ve shared predicaments and cloud nines. We subsist. But no, we are not the “Through the Years” stereotype. We also don’t fall to the “I Could Not Ask For More” category. All I know is that she’s my “You and I“, and I am her “You and Me“. She’s my “Crazy” and I am her “Something So Right“.

Our marriage is not perfect. Sure we’ve dealt with the “If You Don’t Know Me By Now“s and “How Deep is Your Love?“s. We even had “Burn” situations but we “(Just Like) Starting Over” to quell the heartaches and returned to our “Fields of Gold“. I may have given her pain and may have pushed her to “Later“, but I “Sorry for the Stupid Things” and evaded “Payphone“.

I don’t like to be the “God Only Knows” person but sometimes, I feel like an “I Won’t Last a Day Without You” partner. Because her love is not quantifiable. Even her impact on me and my personal universe is beyond any volume, width, or pitch. When I’m away, I miss her. I am like “Mama, I’m Coming Home“. And I may not be the “Faithfully” kind, but I do get the joy of rediscovering her from time to time. She’ll always be my “She’s the One“.

During “Corcovado“, she’s my “Wave“. During some dusks of “Nocturne Op. 48 No.1 in Cm“, she’s my “Goldberg Variations“.

When we’re together, it’s more of a “So What” than “Flight of the Bumblebee“. Our conversations are “Universal Mind” and not “Touching Tongues“. Our intimate times are “Atlantis Part 1 – ‘Apocalypse 1470 B.C.’” than “Acid Rain“.

Sometimes, she knows me better than I know myself. She understands and accepts me for who I am, “Unconditionally“. She supports me in my endeavors. She listens to me but she’s not pliant to everything I feed her. She has a firm volition when it comes to her ways.

She doesn’t like it when I indulge too much on certain things and loathes my childish behaviors. She “Hate That I Love You” me and I “I Love the Way You Love Me” her. When I am sick of the world, she’s my “A Thousand Beautiful Things“. When I am possessed by my tics, she’s my “Clarity“.

After all these years of surpassing some heavy phases of a relationship and junctures of life, we still move. We still have a long way to go and we’re gleaning to become better better-halves. We are “Penny and Me“. We are “Two of Us“.


The last time C, Z, and I celebrated a noche buena and a christmas day was some years ago in Guadalupe – Makati City. Just the three of us. We just bought a KFC bucket meal with a free small cake and that’s it. But honestly, we weren’t actually “celebrating”. It just so happened that it was the evening of December 24 and we were really starving that we opted to have a full-belly fried chicken supper. Then we had a Supernatural marathon until the sun gave a hint.

That morning of December 25, we were in our second hour of sleep when a woman (together with her kids) knocked on our door, shouting “Namamasko po!”. We ignored her but she was in there for the haul. She was dogged and calling for like twenty minutes. We did face her but she and her ugly kids left without getting anything from us.

Moral of the story? Don’t spend December 25 in Guadalupe.

That’s why every year, it’s either we travel or we spend the December vacation in our parents’ houses. Like right now, I’m drinking with my in-laws while vaping like there’s no tomorrow. The intemperance and exorbitant puffs will make my body repose in a few minutes.

So before I pass out, I seriously wish every Christian a joyous Christmas. And for the rest, enjoy your Monday!


Tito Vi showed me a way of losing weight that he tried (and worked for him) some years ago. It is called “intermittent fasting”.

IF is basically eating in a stretch of only eight hours per day. The remaining sixteen hours should be zero grubs (excluding water or tea).

For example, I will consume food from 1100 to 1800 tops, cheating hunger (until 1059 the next day) by sleeping and/or by other non-eating activities.

BUT IF doesn’t mean that I can gormandize during the chink. Using the online calorie calculator (given the factors of my age, height, present weight, activities, and target weight), I only have 1,400 calories/day limit. How I will distribute them for a third of the day all depends on me.

I can still opt to eat three rice meals. Or I can munch on fruits when slacking or nosh sweet potatoes (boiled) while working.

It sounds promising and doable.

Now, the question is, “Can I pull it off?”


Do It Right with a Smile


I’m not gonna quit. It’s not even an option. I’m not gonna walk out on my brother.


Okay then, fine. Do what I did.


What – go native? Stock up on C-rations?


No, cupcake. What I did when I was 26 and came home to find my wife and two kids gutted on the floor. Decide to be fine til the end of the week. Make yourself smile because you’re alive and that’s your job. And do it again the next week.


So fake it?


I call it being professional. Do it right, with a smile, or don’t do it.


A scene from:


Season 7 Episode 11

Tito Science – First Official Gig

August 23, 2017

Skinny Mike’s – BGC – Taguig City.

The weather was considerate and decided not to drop a drencher on that Wednesday night. Because we can all agree that rain means heavy traffic and overall hassle for a gig. (So I thank the universe for a beautiful evening). I was a tad late for the call time though. You know… office deadlines.

The event was called “MRM and Friends“, where employees of our company (and their respective bands) would play a set of three songs (originals and/or covers) just for fun. And/or just to oil them rusty fingers. And/or just to have a significant outlet through live music and to meet new people. It was a jamboree. It was frolic.


Tito Science was third in the line-up but because of some unexpected concerns that turned into an impasse, we did start the show, hungry and off-guard. But no problemo, amigo.


I will not go into details but sound system glitches and performing sans adequate rehearsal aside, I think we still did well. We had so much fun (which is important) and it was awesome. A big kudo for Lester Banzuelo for the very rush drum job. By the way, he will do the drum works for TS from now on. I am so fuckin’ stoked!!! (Yes, three exclamation marks)


It was a nice gig and I, together with the titos, enjoyed performing three of our original materials (YC, Enter Stella, and ItadakiTapaMuch) for the crowd.

Congratulations to all the acts that played with us: Mang Roger, Telegrama, Unica, Madeline, The Brew, PePe, Nikoy, Casterfall, and Rock Night Band.

To all of our friends who dropped by, especially to the legendary Dudz Pacia, maraming salamat!

Dudz, Arnie, and the titos stayed up and continued drinking until almost 4 A.M.. A great way to end a long and convivial Wednesday. Yeah, we had work the next day.



Poster: Vence Lalunio / Photos: Lileth Abulencia, Rej Taar



For more info about Tito Science, please check out our website or Facebook page.

Meet Siopao

As a reward/gift for Z, for finishing 7th grade with a silver medal, we bought her a pet.

It’s a cat (Felis catus) which we named Siopao. She’s a four-month old Siamese kitten that we acquired from a cat breeder in Mandaluyong.

We are not big in cats. In fact, we have nix experience when it comes to handling feline critters. So I did my homework, and with a comprehensive research, I have managed to imbibe the substantial information about the proper cat husbandry. Add the great instructions that I collected from my manghahayop friends, we are now ready to deal with the meows, purrs, vibrissae, and whatnots.

But at the end of the day, Siopao is really Z’ pet so it’s her chore to “harvest” the dried poop in the litter box (luckily, Siops is litter trained). It’s Z’ obligation to attend to any of the cat’s needs like when Siopao is hungry or when she needs to play. As for me and C, we’re just here to buy cat food, litter sand, cat toys, and other stuff.

A cat (or the Siamese breed per se) is a quasi-demanding animal that needs attention and time. Not an encumbrance as I first thought, and seeing it in a positive perspective, it can teach Z to be more responsible and (maybe) it can imbue me with more patience.

So anyway, meet the new resident of our humble abode…







For about a year, I haven’t read a single book; I couldn’t discern most taglines in EDSA billboards; and I had to make a huge effort when staring at beautiful women: all because of astigmatism. So starting today, I am wearing eyeglasses. Not that I want to, but I have to.

Specs 062417

I used to have keen eyes until I got hyped up on perusing hardcovers in the dark (with a flashlight). When my eyes started complaining, I didn’t heed them. I kept on the habit and became oblivious to the indications. Now it’s too late because my dark brown charmers (duh!?) need to rely on specs. Sad.

On the other hand, my world is now in HD. I got sharper vision though, in an (still) awkward and uncomfortable way. I also feel protected because my lenses are built to fend off UV rays from our star and emissions from some PC monitors (and the likes) that are inimical to peepers. Transition lenses are awesome by the way. They are like magic under the bright sunlight.

Some people say I look more gentleman-ish now. Some say it’s so tito-ish. (If there’s a difference between the two). But what matters most now is how I will adapt to this new “part” of my body that I never thought I’d have before I’m forty. That’s life.

It’s time to read the RDs, DSs, and new CP books that are lined-up for me.

Synth Lead Noodling

Jeddi bought a new keyboard yesterday (AGAIN?!). It’s called Roland FA-06. He left it inside my box after un-boxing it because he had some errands to run. So of course, I played with it. Ha!

So here’s a nonsense noodling using my favorite lead patch. It’s noisy, it’s prog-y, and I think, it kicks ass.


Man, I really miss synthesizers.




Antipolo City – I was invited to be a ninong of a charming little kid named Himaya Bathala. He is the son of a good friend (Jake), who happens to be a lawyer now (congratulations pare!).


Being a ninong is something that I will not say no to, nor shun, just because. I mean, I may not believe in the sacrament but I sincerely accept the role to be the child’s second parent (or one of the child’s second parents). I am willing to give Bathala the needed guidance if his father and mother screw up (which I’m sure will not happen). I am also eager (if I’m asked to) to teach (or inspire) the kid (in the most basal approach) out-of-the-books-and-internet stuff that he might want to absorb in his pursuit of becoming a better, well-rounded person someday.

But this is not just for Bathi. This also goes to all of my other inaanak, and of course, to all my beloved pamangkin. Together with my father/husband duties to C and Z, this is a lifetime stint that I’d consider as one of my whyfors on earth. This is just a bit of the purpose that I instill to myself while I am existing in this planet.


Good job, Jake and Deph! I hope to see you soon, Bathi!

I Don’t Drink Coffee, I Drink Tea, My Dear

I’ve been drinking this turmeric tea since last year when I found out that I have fatty liver.

[Turmeric in Tagalog is luyang dilaw. It is one of the main ingredients for curry powder.]

Concentrated to powder form to mix with hot water, this is a fine blend of some herbal substances that can ideally restore and/or improve good health, organically.

The ingredients in this 10-in-1 concoction are known for their medicinal properties.

Turmeric (Curcuma longa)

Ginger (Zingiber officinale)

Peppermint (Mentha × piperita)

Longevity spinach (Gynura procumbens)

Sambong (Blumea balsamifera)

Banaba (Lagerstroemia speciosa)

Pandan (Pandanus odoratissimus)

Lagundi (Vitex negundo L.)

Lemongrass (Cymbopogon citratus)

Malunggay (Moringa oleifera)

Turmeric is liver’s bestie. Sambong prevents kidney stones. Peppermint improves digestion. Longevity spinach regulates blood sugar. Ginger also helps digestion and has anti-inflammatory and anti-oxidant effects. Banaba might trim high glucose levels.  Pandan lowers high blood pressure. Lagundi soothes digestive troubles. Lemongrass is a detox assistant. Malunggay is known for its anti-infection, anti-bacterial, and anti-fungal essential attribute.

[Based on personal research from books and reliable health websites. Do your research as well.]



But after everything that I’ve written here, I have to point out that this is NOT some kind of medicine. There’s NO THERAPEUTIC CLAIM for the drink. But if I have to review it or something, I will still give it a thumbs up. Or two.

It took me three days to get accustomed to the punchy and spicy flavor though I love its ginger-y aroma. I felt better after weeks of drinking it twice a day (first thing in the morning and before bed). It removed the sharp pain in my right belly (I also cut down my intake of alcohol and carbonated beverages). It also seems to properly discharge my body waste on a regular basis so I always have this clean feeling every morning. Placebo effect or not, I don’t know, I don’t care, as long as it delivers.

What’s also cool about this drink is it complements any of my cheesecake and RY4 Bavarian vape juices. Well, at least for me. Taste is still subjective.

Serving suggestion:

Pour hot water in a cup. Add two to three teaspoons of powdered tea. Stir well. Enjoy.

You can also add a teaspoon of honey.

(Personally, I love the pure and authentic honey from Sagada and Palawan.)

So if you happen to see Yamang Bukid Food Products (in malls and souvenir shops), especially this turmeric herbal tea, you might want to give it a try. It only costs 350 PHP-ish per 350g / 400g (as of writing this post). 1000 PHP for the whole set (1st picture from the top).



This is a personal WordPress post coming from the author’s personal experience of the product. He was not paid to review it or advertise otherwise.

The author’s words should not be taken for it because the product’s effects, taste, and smell may vary on every consumer.



… has been consuming me lately. I stretch my hours in the office to outrun the numbers that I chase and I’m in an intemperate rush to be better in my job. Man, it’s a very demanding position.

Scrutinizing MIDI files is a strenuous work after all. The influx of difficult files in my workload folder is not obviable and I’m still not good enough to deal with them in the ideal time allowance. I come home late and dog-tired; forcing to squeeze family time, band time, me time, and other activities in a span of few hours. I often don’t sleep enough and sometimes, I can’t even snooze even though I’m already enervated (and/or drunk).

Going to work is now autopilot. I wake up every morning without even giving an effort to think of what to do or plan my day ahead (though I always have an hour to practice some piano chops). Imagine, I will just realize that I am in a jeepney going to Buendia Avenue, then I will suddenly find myself in an elevator pressing the right button (floor number) without even looking. If I will continue to allow this, my life will become a big bad rut.

But I’m not complaining.

Optimistically, I look at it as a way of growing and learning. I see my situation as a stormy desert with an oasis waiting 317 meters away. Or a dark tunnel with a ray of light at the end of it. Or a long and winding road tha..a..at leads to your door. I know one day, I will be over this present wonted grind and work will be duck soup waiting to be slurped through the nose.

I’ve been in this industry for almost a decade. I’m very familiar with the work per se but I am still a tenderfoot (though an old one) to the new job title. There’s a lot of instances that my bungles daunt me like crazy. They even haunt me when I am commuting and when I am having cigarette breaks alone. Sometimes I even lose my gumption when I fuck up big time, especially on careless mistakes.

Luckily, I have good friends/coworkers to impart assistance when I can’t figure out what to do anymore. I also have adept leaders to guide me and teach me stuff. I owe them a lot. I will always stand on their shoulders and aim to see farther.

Work maybe an bitch (for now) but I will not just sit still and let it suppress me. I have pride and rigid professionalism. I’m not the “I fuckin’ quit” nor the “I’m gonna take this for granted” nor the “I’m gonna rebel to the management” type. I do what I can to give what is asked from me. I’ll hit my targets without treading on those who have decent work ethics.

Stress? Yeah, I collect a lot of it everyday. It’s a fact. But by the end of every long tedious week, I’m still glad that I am a part of the company (‘s pay roll). I am pleased as punch that I am earning money through this recondite job that most commoners might not understand. I am honestly grateful.

Slowly and surely, I will eventually improve and become worthier. Just you wait.


…comes in different forms:


 good music, bad licks, burnt hotdogs, room temperature Red Horse beer, ammoniacal pool water, velocity 119 snuffles panning left to right, Jack Daniels, kare-kare, dad bods, or grounded microphones. Love may commence even in a snoozy state and can hit anyone in a blink of an inebriated eye. Love may take a break, but will surely resurface in a juncture or through an unexpected catalyst. It can be puked in the evening and be a part of your omelette afterwards. Love can be forced. It can be achieved after some struggle. It helps a person hit pay dirt. Love comes with regrets if there’s not enough organics. Love means transferring from a threesome room to Marlboro County. Love means leaving your wallet and mobile phone locked in the dresser drawer. Love means not-forgetting your silymarin at home. Love means loosening yourself and dipping in the pool without your swim shorts. Love is a juggernaut. Love means using gravity to get the trapped water out of your ears. Love can be the vegan sisig but not the vegan litid. Love means not staying overnight because of daddy duties. Love means making a sudden escape to find more love outside Loreland Farm Resort. Because love is overwhelming. Love is consuming. Love is not hydrophobic. Love is 7 ft. deep. Love knows no swimming. Love knows no diving. But love can float with a lifebouy. It has weight. It has volume. It has formulas. Love means understanding the equations. Love means accepting your bed-mate’s pesky fingers. Love means Arnie in walwal-mode. Love means wasting nothing but time. Love means trusting Waze for a Minute Burger joint somewhere in Rizal. Love means “Someday My Prince Will Come” in 5/8. Love means laughing with a blue tongue. Love is the HR slash policewoman slash facilitator. Love is running back in the room because you can’t fight this feeling anymore.

Love can make you sick. Love can cure hangovers. Love is attack, decay, sustain, release. Love is the P25 palamig. Love is the sapid balot and penoy. Love means hating that asshole hitcher in your car. Love means desiring to ditch the stupid passenger/s. Love can make you feel you are playing someone. Love is realizing you are the one being played. Love is the used Trust condom. Love is the flavored polvoron. Love is the files inside the flash drive.

Love is not faithful. Love is loyal. Love moves in scientific ways. Love is in the VTA. Love flows inside our heads. Love is not the blood that the heart pumps. But it is the pseudo-waterfalls in the private pool. Love is hidden in Magsy’s wool.

Love is a magic trick explained. It is not divine. It is not choosy. It is not planned. It is wrong timing, mostly.

Love can always be defined. But can never be denied.


Online window shopping is a plebeian activity for indolent people who are not capable of buying the luxuries that they are hankering for. In other words, it is for people with no money to spend or no money at all.

Just like me.

Fortunately, extreme positivity can flip someone’s monetary insufficiencies. Not in a magical or divine way, but together with discipline, it can give a person the needed push to apperceptively or obliviously take little pains to get his wants. Add a pinch of patience to the ingredients and you can move mountains of financial inadequacies without even knowing it.

Sometimes, outside forces can also make our materialistic frills come true. There are cool and bounteous people around (like family, friends, and lovers) who can provide us with the much needed indulgence.

Receiving gifts is awesome, right?

But either it’s a by-product of hard labor or a fruit of random presents, having luxuries will always be great.

I sometimes make a so-called wish list that will remind me of what to purchase in the future. Mostly musician’s toys and what-nots (or some nerdy stuff), the things that I want are basically passion-based. Like an itch that needs some big time scratching.

Well of course, I have my priorities and responsibilities in life that always come first. I also have a lot of people to pay to and debts to settle so I don’t think I can accomplish everything soon. Life’s a bitch, isn’t it?

Anyway, here is my wishlist for the early quarter of 2017. I hope I can manage to have them all. But no pressure as always.


1. The Pulse by Soundbrenner

I have the app on Android and I think it’s really cool. I just need the wrist gear that vibrates.

2. Korg Micro X

Okay. I have a stage piano now (named Maze), accidentally. I love it so much. It’s everything that I needed… last year, when I was into jazz. But when Tito Science came along, I feel like I need a second gear to add more flavors to the band’s sound. Just saying, maybe on the next album (?). By the way, Korg Micro X was in my 2009 wish list, kinda. Meaning, I really want this shit.

Well, if there’s something that I really really want on top of my main gear is of course, Alesis A6 Andromeda. For me, this is the real deal.

3. Hercules – Z Stand 

This will never leave the house. It’s Maze’s throne. It’s sturdy and new for me since all of my stands are X-modeled.

4. Harper Lee – Go Set a Watchman

I was so disappointed that no first-first arrived the country when it was released two years ago. For a booky/collector/hardcover buff like me, I MUST have this book!

5. Of course… I want a new house, a car, a new small business, and an island with pet dolphins.

But if this slot is reserved for the outside forces, just buy me a burger (with avocado) in Lazy Bastard… and a beer.

Well, that’s it folks. I need to sleep now and work my ass off later.


I never thought I’d see a team leader with way below average I.Q., extreme inefficiency, and utmost unprofessionalism.

If intelligence can only be bought, I’d buy her a handful. Yeah, a handful might not be enough but at least I can help her upgrade her mental capacity even just a little.

That way, she may comprehend the meaning of rest days or maybe understand that her incessant gabbling is pointless and trivial in all fucking facet.

My Foolish Heart 

Around September last year, I posted a video on Facebook, of me playing a cover of the song My Foolish Heart (V. Young / N. Washington). It was a few weeks after I re-activated my Facebook account. I only used my phone’s camera for the video so it was so raw that you can even hear tricycle horns and neighbors gossiping.

I uploaded it on YouTube after some weeks (unlisted) but I forgot to share it here.

So friends, here is my roughly-played version of “My Foolish Heart”. Slightly improvised.

#minimalist #rootless #closevoicings #stifffingers 

Don’t expect too much. 🙂

Tito Science – Teaser – Baepolar 

Here’s a clip from one of the songs in our upcoming album.

This is entitled Baepolar.

It’s just me playing with a backing track. Minus the vocals.


This is the complete raw clip without the video effects. If you want to view the actual teaser that we posted, you might like to see our Facebook page.

If appropriate, you can share it with your friends.

Sharing is caring. 🙂


For more information about my band, please check out our website.

Happy New Year!

2016 has been a fine concoction of pleasant and rough times for me. It’s been fast, balanced, and aboveboard. Yeah, there were some depressing plights that I won’t expound now, but mostly, it was complexly amazing.

For the past twelve months, I learned a lot. I was chasing knowledge. I voraciously grabbed chunks of life, music, love, technology, and well, anything that I could lay my hands on along the way. Heaps of them, actually. I aimed higher and tried to be better in everything that I was doing. Later on, I realized that chasing knowledge is just a mere step in what I really wanted. So I dropped some of the things that I caught hold of and pursued wisdom.

Maturity? Maybe. But after the long yet brisk hankering for progress, I am now adamant of all my life’s nitty-gritty and priorities. I have also established feasible plans waiting to be achieved. I will indubitably bring them off.

Now, amidst the cacophony of firecrackers, carton torotots, and cheap karaoke machines; being a witness to the transition of years; still sober and stuffed with a shitload of carbs… I am positively looking forward to the new emprises, lessons, and challenges of 2017.

Let this year be a better one.

About 9:30 This Morning

… I was awoken by a horde of people screaming just outside our house. I thought it was just the usual neighborhood clamor consisting of poppycock and idiocy so I was listless as fuck.

Then I heard someone roughly uttering about something getting bigger so I thought they already found a lost/lose pet phyton (which is another story)  and took a peek from our front window.

side commentary: 

Yeah, I was curious how big the snake has gotten after all its years of independence.

going back:

(But) There was no serpent. Instead, I was alarmed to find out that that something getting bigger was the fire that started just four houses away from ours.

I panicked and rushed upstairs and woke up Z who was catching up sleep because of her nightly Naruto marathon. I told her to gather all her important things and put them inside her backpack.

Four houses away is a serious distance. In a windy morning like this one, even a piddling spark can become a terrifying conflagration in a matter of minutes, and, can scatter quickly. If that fire amplified, reached our abode and turned it to embers, at least me and Z were already out to safety with some essential stuff salvaged.

side commentary:

I cannot explain now if it was the dread, but in a span of a minute (or slightly longer): I already cased my keyboard with its accessories, packed some gadgets and IDs in my knapsack, grabbed a few good books, and pocketed an ample amount of valuables apace. I also can’t remember how I brought everything downstairs… in one run.

going back: 

Luckily, the fire was put out by the concerned neighbors. And just like the policemen in old school Tagalog flicks, then came the firemen.

According to the fire investigator, a child was playing with a lighter, burned a rag, panicked, threw the flaming scrap away that hit their washing machine and caused it to flare up.

wrapping up:

Now who’s fault was it?

A. The child, for his/her bungle.

B. The lighter, for being accessible to anyone, including children.

C. The parents, for being ugly and negligent.

D. The snake, for escaping the captivity of an idiotic family.

answer: F


December 25 Family Boodle Fight 

My side of the family doesn’t really do noche buenas. Ever since me and my sister were small kids, we’re always asleep on the eve of December 25.

As you know, my family is into the business of selling. My parents are into meat products and my mother’s siblings are grocers. Even my late grandparents, who, by the way, started it all.

From the early morning of December 24 until about 8 PM, they’re always busy vending pork, beef, poultry, and general food supplies to people shopping for their so-called Christmas feast.

Though December 24 is a good day for business, it’s one of the most tiring days of the year for us. Hence, it always ends up with z’s. 

We are used to that.

When I became a father with a family of my own, and not living with my parents anymore, Cez, Ziann, and I see the eve of December 25 as a normal day of the year-end vacation. Most of the time, we let it pass in the house of C’s parents in Quezon City. Or when time and budget will permit it, we travel. 

This year, due to some unexpected circumstances like the typhoon and the inkling of saving up more for business purposes, we failed to travel. On the other hand, my sister tried to organize a little happening for our family and the extensions. And she succeeded. 

(We’ll never know, maybe it’s the last time that we’ll do something like that in our house in Sampaloc.)

It ended up as an outdoor boodle fight. Pot luck, kamayan styleand that’s it. That’s our family’s simple way to pull the occasion off. 


Nothing extravagant. Nothing artificial. Nothing ostentatious. Just an ordinary lunch time repast with unsophisticated victuals and authentic smiles. It’s just us being us: the typical family that does not conform to the standards of… let’s say… social media sites. 

But still, I’m glad it happened. Happy vacation everyone!


Pink Lighter and Marlboro 

So what’s with this picture?


1. This is my favorite cigarette brand and lighter.

2. I kinda like the idea of how they depicted impotence.

3. Lastly, this might be the last pack of cigarette that I will smoke for this year. Or maybe, for the rest of my life. Maybe. I will rekindle with my e-cigarette for some reasons.

Vape mode on.

Christmas Party 2016

Our company’s Christmas party was a humble bash held in the/an (appropriately) cozy private lounge of One Esplanade – Pasay City.

It was an accustomed celebration consisting of Spartan-ish binging on the caterer’s comestibles, extreme appeasement on alcohol, and playing music incessantly. We also had some classic adult games (that one involving eggplants and that one involving popping balloons on someone’s ass) and musicians’ “sports” like Name that Tune, etcetera. The raffle prizes leveled up (I didn’t win any) this year for some reason, and for the first time in the history of our company, there were awards given to deserving employees (of course, I didn’t receive any). Surprisingly, we followed the program proper. Man, I was even the male host.

The extreme indulgence on beer and cocktail drinks led to impromptu moments indicative of our riotous yet orderly trippings. There was a cool fliptop scene when Akisuda was doing his craft. There was break dancing (courtesy of Nicco) and pseudo-mosh pit caper. There was some friendly taunting on each other that was sheer hilarious than offensive. There were great jams and farcical ones… that were surprisingly up to snuff too. There was even a keyboard “showdown”. Haha!

And of course, there were the superb band performances that, I can say, way above your run-of-the-mill shit. Almost everyone participated. Employees formed bands, rehearsed (in less than a week’s time), and just did what they do best. (Our set was, well… B edit)

You guys are amazing! Thank you for your cooperation and to all the effort that you’ve given to make the event successful and more interesting.

Too bad I can’t publish the videos here for I might run out of free space in my media gallery. But I grabbed some favorite photos from a co-worker’s Facebook account.

Photos by Jerome Capistrano.

Tito Science

Ladies and gentlemen, I am delighted to introduce my new band…  (drum roll)

Tito Science!


We are still tightening things up but we already have 10 originals in the pipeline.

See you at the gigs!


Tito Science is

Vinny Marquez on vocals

Jerome Digueno on guitar

Felman Sumortin on bass

Boyetus Irabon on keys

Benjo Criste on drums


For more information about my band, please check out our website or go to our Facebook page.


Two bad molars extracted and I am now capable of discerning rainbows and dragonflies above my head.

Instead of the steady pulse that I felt in my mouth for weeks, there’s this odd-time rhythm now that I can seriously sense in my chest.

Instead of affliction and sleepless nights, I can meander slumberland now with a smile and an aftertaste of vanilla sundae in my mouth.

Instead of Ibuprofens, I can masticate meat like a man now without fearing a wrong bite and/or vexing a bleak cavity.

Instead of acupressure and ice cubes, I can locomote and function normally now like a machine and chill out after a tedious day.

Instead of overthinking and disturbed rumination, I can focus on my daily grind and be prolific with my craft.

All thanks to my cool dentist.

Beer? Anyone?

Baller Boyetus 

So we had this official company sports fest the other day.

The guys were grouped into four teams and played ball while the ladies smashed some shuttlecocks in badminton.

As expected, my team ended up 4th in the ranking. It’s something that I can not brag about, but I am proud that the event was a mere success.

Conceived by Paul and I, the thumbs up from the management was more than enough to recompense all the efforts and little troubles that we’ve been into.

Since it was an auspicious event, as I said earlier, maybe, the basketball games might become a regular thing for us in 2017.

Anyway, the sports fest was just about having fun and sharing good vibes. It subtly served as a catalyst that somehow upswang the camaraderie of the employees. First time in the history of the company, it was also a refreshing new outlet for most of us. In a span of a few hours, I was glad that we were sheer oblivious of chord progressions, music theories, piano roll views, CCs, PCs, SysEx, and MIDI in general.

The term passing the ball became literal. Note scoring turned into basket scoring. Quantizing events turned into accurately tossing the ball into the hoop. Grid lines became trajectories. Inputting note velocities and impeccable dynamics were changed into throwing the ball with the right amount of force. Assembly methods became offense strategies. Block scoring turned to shot blocks (none I remember though).Even stealing workloads (ha!) turned into ball steals.

File grading was also evidently comparable in players. Guys like Captain Jerome, Noriel, Arnie, and of course, our MVP, Charles are on a par to A data. Guys like me on the other hand are, well, NGs.

For now. *winks*

By the end of the night, after the competitive trash-talks and convivial taunts, after the ironically heavy meal (after and in-between games), after the awarding and receiving of the generous prizes, after the arduous hours of physical and mental battles, after blithely battering our dormant muscles and bones… almost all of us went home with laughter and new stories to talk about the next day.

It was fun.

Photos by: Vence Lalunio



A molar of mine has been throbbing for days.


My dentist already told me a year ago that it badly needs to be extracted. Its awkward position has impinged upon the other molar beside it, which needs to be removed too.

Talk about pain.

I know I can still bear the brunt but I deeply desiderate to get rid of it (or them). My dentist, Doc M, said it can’t be saved anymore so I was advised to undergo a minor oral surgery after a few days of taking pain reliever.

Wait, what’s that again?

Minor oral surgery?!

Minor oral surgery means pulling that tooth out, together with its seat mate.

And pulling it out means it is bundled with unpleasant procedures like slicing and digging the gums.

And slicing and digging the gums mean that the use of sharp surgical tools is verily necessary.

And the use of sharp and surgical gadgets means there’s stitching involved after.

Oh well. One of life’s big challenges. But I will do it, for a more comfortable life.

As if I have a better choice.


Liver Lover Boyetus

1. Fatty liver.

2. Gallbladder polyps.

The results of my check-up are seriously giving me anxieties. I cannot say that it’s malayo sa bituka [far from the intestines] (Filipino saying) because the liver and gall bladder are actually near the damn intestines and are part of the digestive system.

My doctor is now dissuading me from drinking alcohol. I was also prescribed to have a bland diet and shuffle off oily food, caffeine, tomatoes, citrus-y stuff, ice cream, chocolates, and dairy products from my everyday meals. Funny because everything in the list are part of my everyday meals.

It sucks and it’s pathetic in certain levels. It sucks and/but I have to comply. Did I say it sucks? Yeah, it sucks.

On a serious note, I guess it’s time to shape up and heed the doctor’s advice. Better no than never, right?

So… beer? Anyone?


It’s been raining for days because of the southwest monsoon and most schools in Central Luzon and NCR suspended their classes. There was even a tornado in Manila the other day.

I remember celebrating my birthdays when I was younger and my parents would prepare a lot of food and only five guests (to a minimum of two) would arrive in our house because of bad weather (or worse, a typhoon). I’m used to that.

This morning, I was about to take a bath, getting ready for work, when someone knocked on our door. I thought it was just some Meralco or Maynilad guy with a disconnection notice, or some Jehovah’s Witness lady trying to come back at me with a new argument, but it was my wife… with a cake and Jolli-spaghetti!


It was indeed a surprise. She’s got work today but her boss told her to take a leave to celebrate my natal day. How sweet, right?

Thank you, honey. I know you know I don’t believe in birthdays anymore, but hey, I appreciate the effort. Much love.


Impulse buying was never my thing… until I found myself inside Perfect Pitch – SM Megamall with Jeddi and Paul on a Thursday lunch break, testing Roland keyboards and toying other stuff. Until now, I still can’t believe that we (Jeddi and I) actually bought new gear for ourselves.

He scored an amazing keyboard/workstation called Roland Juno DS88 and I, my friends, am now a proud owner of a Roland RD-64.


For years,  I have been waiting and looking for a keyboard with less keys but with a weighted-hammer action. I was really eyeing for this since I am a big Korg buff, but for a nicer piano sound and gigging purposes (without much heap), Roland RD-64 is the shit.

My new toy comes with Roland’s SuperNATURAL technology (its grandeur) that makes me almost feel like having a baby grand. Since RD-64 is under the RD series which is under the stage piano category, I got a free Roland DP-10 damper pedal with continuous function that can enable me to do half-pedaling.

It was really a great day beside the trouble of figuring out how we could fit two huge boxes in Jeddi’s car back to our office in Makati.


Moral of the story:

Unplanned adventures will likely happen.
(But I guess I’ll be eating cheap meals in the next few days… or months)

Thanks for the ride,. Jeddi!


late upload: I named her Maze

Tuesday with Tanya Markova 

C and I arrived at 70’s Bistro in Anonas – Quezon City and I saw the Tanya Markova guys signing CDs outside, still without their trademark make-up. I bought a copy of their new album through their guitarist, Isabel Ole, who happens to be a co-worker. They’d be playing last so me and C decided to go inside first and watch the other acts. Eevee is such an amazing band.


I bumped into some other co-workers and we just shared a table to enjoy the rest of the night. I’ve been a fan of TM since day one and I’ve seen them play live for more than a couple of times. I like their first album and now I can say that this second effort can level to the former and, in growth aspect, might even surpass it. But of course, songs like Disney, Linda Blair, Jacuzzi, and Picture Picture will forever be considered classics.

It was a nice gig. I was slightly drunk and Lex threw up in a urinal.

Until next time. Thanks for the signed CD.




May One. Family Outing. Zambales.

It was one of those few moments when I can actually forget about my unpaid dues, debts, work, inefficient supervisor, and stupid (and ugly) neighbors even for a day or two.

It was one of those few moments when getting away from the city can attenuate or even dispel the hefty quandaries running in my mind.


It was one of those few moments that I am beach-ing (though I love clean fresh water brooks more), not to submerse myself in saltwater nor to sunbathe, but to just tread on the fine sand with the tide touching my feet.

It was one of those few moments when, unlike in Manila, I can observe more than nineteen stars.


It was one of those few moments that my family are complete (almost), sharing a table together with a lot of grilled anything, ensalada, alcohol, and loud OPM on speakers.

It was one of those few moments when I am catching up with my clan and trading stories and/or thoughts about life, politics, and the latest neighborhood gossips as we drink brandy and smoke like there’s no tomorrow… while the kids are playing on the sand or in the pool (attended by my mom).



Yeah, it was one of those few moments… and I want more.

Z’ Graduation 

As parents, Cez and I have this unexplained delight seeing our daughter graduate elementary. But Ziann, finishing it with a gold medal is another story. It made us realize that we created a kid who can push herself farther to surpass the fringe of her capacities. She’s indeed a gift from our unfair yet occasionally munificent universe.


Quite honestly, I wasn’t really that surprised about it. My mind was already persuaded by the quarterly top 1 certificates to anticipate my daughter receiving laurels and delivering a speech.


Though she’s a transferee, I know that being a new kid in school wouldn’t be a snag for her academical growth and social battles. Yeah, she failed half of the entrance exam but that was just scratching the surface. She dealt with it and apparently proved that she’s not just a student that only has a wherewithal to pay the tuition fee (we are not even rich). She’s something more. She’s a someone.

We couldn’t be any prouder.

She did not ask for any exorbitant reward (for nailing the highest award and two minor achievements). She just wanted to ice skate with her friends (who will transfer to different schools) after the commencement, so we took the BFFs to SM Ice Skating rink and they played on ice until closing time.


Congratulations, Ziann! 

My Favorite Things

My Favorite Things

Pink lighters, sneakers, Himalayan kitten
Ear piercings, slingshot, a bucket of chicken
Brown paper, bookmarks, and Hummingbird wings
These are a few of my favorite things

Vanilla sundae and plastic containers
Blaptica dubia and big hairy spiders
Double patty burger, beer, onion rings
These are a few of my favorite things

Pencil eraser, space, electric piano
Flip phones, smooth cleavages, Pepsi, Marlboro
Bebop and any cool music that swings
These are a few of my favorite things

When I’m always constipated
When I’m feeling bad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad

Metronome, fireflies, trees, fresh water dippin’
Induction cooker, glass pipe, weed for chillin’
B-boying, silver bracelets and rings
These are a few of my favorite things

Paper clips, shrimp paste, Science facts, and turnips
Traffic lights, driftwoods, six digits in payslips
Mario 3, and ladies wearing g-strings
These are a few of my favorite things

Hard covered books, spoons, Aurora Borealis
Hibiscus, cacti, boomerang, anchovies
Cuddling and pumping on big beds with springs
These are a few of my favorite things

When I have zits, or hangover
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so sad


About 13 (or 15-ish?) years ago, I met a man named Alfred Guevara, who’s a member of the legendary local band called The Wuds. It was the 18th birthday bash of a friend that time held in Atrium Hotel where the group played an awesome set (as one of guest performers). Alfred Guevara was giving away calling cards after their set and was promoting his tattoo shop named Avatar something.


Last month, I found myself sitting nervously in a tattoo shop under the roof of University Mall – Taft Avenue, Manila. It is called Avatar Arts. Shirtless, I was anticipating to experience extreme pain on the next hours.


Tom, my tattoo artist and the man that would draw my first blood, told me that the prick is something that I can endure. I did accept that because I was honesty more excited than afraid.

But every time he tested that tattoo machine (if that’s what you call it), the buzzing made me dread for something that I thought might make me scream like a little girl who saw a giant alien dick. Or worse, I imagined myself fainting.


But no. No jimjams because “no pain, no gain”. Right?

My tattoo is a chest piece that’s not an original design. A lot of people actually have this on their skin. This is the anti-possession sigil that the Winchester brothers have on their chests… so they won’t be possessed by demons.

Not that I believe in that kind of stuff, but I promised myself that when my favorite TV series, Supernatural, reached 10 seasons, I would have this on my upper trunk as a tribute to the show.


I also did a research about its origin and I found out that it might be modeled from an African symbol that means, new life. It is still not confirmed where the producers of the show got the inspiration for it but it has resemblance. This one from Supernatural is like a remastered version. Check this out.

After one and half hour, Tom and his father, Alfred Guevara, welcomed me to the ink club. Yeah, there was pain but he was right, it was tolerable and I’m happy with it.

Then C had her turn and had a Hakuna Matata symbol inked on right her wrist.


freshly cleaned

By the way, Karu-san dropped by while I was half-way done. He and Tom are business partners and good friends.


It was a great experience sharing an ink day with my wife, tropa, and a new-found friend.

Thanks Tom and Avatar Arts!

Now I’m wondering what my next tattoo will be.


This is the tattoo after a month.