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The Recap: DJ Qbert in Manila

Friday night was one of the most amazing times I’ve had, and was definitely a great way to kickstart my personal countdown of the last 5 days of being 21. At the beginning of 2010, I wanted to make sure (not a “resolution”, people) that I expose myself more to events, artists and cultures that I dig and respect. I think last Friday’s encounter with the one and only DJ Qbert was a great step forward to that direction.

At the same time, as always, I, together with my cousin Piccolo, had random fun while we’re at it. On with the pictures…

Me and Picco met up at La Salle Taft. It was his first time in two years to be back in Taft. At the same time, we wanted to try out this new joint in the area called Army Navy. Friends say they serve a mean Burrito, so we checked it out.

Picco had Chicken Burrito…

I had steak…

Over and done with after what, 5 minutes?

After the meal, we went straight to LAX (not the airport in LA. Also, it’s the club in Manila, not the club in Vegas), but not before a mini-brouhaha at the police checkpoint just as we hit Buendia. The po-po’s scolded us for not turning on the lights inside the car. Yeah, we were basically stopped for 1-2 minutes just for that little mistake.

Anyways, it was too early when we got to the club, so me and Picco decided to hang around at next door Hooters.

Upon entering the place, someone shouted “Dave!!!”. I turned around to see who it was, and it’s my old high school friend Christine. Apparently, she’s a Hooter girl (her nick at Hooters is “TJ”). She was nice enough to stay on and she chatted with us the whole time, catching up with stuff from here and there ’cause, really, we haven’t seen each other for the longest time.

Me with Christine aka Malabz aka TJ

After a round of San Mig, me and Picco went inside LAX to see if Qbert has arrived…but he wasn’t around just yet…

… so me and my cousin decided to come back to Hooters & have another round of beer. Here’s Picco covering our every move on twitter.

At aound 12 midnight, we headed back to LAX. Again, Qbert wasn’t on deck yet, but the two opening DJ’s — Caliph8 and another DJ whom I failed to ID — were doing something awesome on stage, and we were entertained enough to not get out of our places. Caliph8 killed it on the MPC, IMO.

Moments after, the man has finally arrived. May I present to you, DJ Qbert:

Shortly after his set, my camera died.

Awesome experience, I tell ‘ya. He’s one of those turntablists whom I really look up to, and was one of the first DJ’s that I recognized when I, 12 years old at that time, told myself that I would pursue a career as a DJ in the future. Though that pursuit is still ongoing, this was definitely a moment in time to savor for a DJ-wannabe like yours truly.

And we’re on to the next one!

Rollin’ & scratchin’ on a Frday night

Friday night out to see a legendary turntablist hit the decks.

Gap hoodie. Circa tee. Levi’s jeans. Nike Air Max kicks.

It’s Pacman, no doubt!

We’ve seen him took legends and soon-to-be legends apart. We’ve seen him shrug off all the controversies and distractions, and make his way to history every single time he’s given the opportunity. We’ve seen his growth, from the humble Blow by Blow days up to the pay-per-view cash cow that he is now.

Yet, people have the audacity to question Manny Pacquiao‘s greatness each time he prepares for a fight.

People say Miguel Cotto‘s going to beat him like he’s never been beaten before, boxing experts took his name down a notch to give way to Floyd Mayweather‘s return to the top of the pound-for-pound charts a few months back. And, to my dismay as I read the news, some people from his hometown of General Santos City actually placed their bets against him during yesterdays fight.

But after it was all said and done Saturday night (Sunday morning here) in Las Vegas, it was the Pacman who, not only prevailed, but also cemented his place in history. Seven world titles in seven weight classes. 10 straight victories for Manny Pacquiao. And people still had time to doubt how good Manny is in the ring.

Cheers to the Pacman! Who’s next?

 

For breakfast…

After a nice morning jog, I turned on the telly and discovered that we finally have an ESPN channel. I tuned in, just in time for the Philadelphia Phillies‘ Shane Victorino to hit up a home run against a hapless LA Dodgers. Phillies are still up 9-3 in the 8th.

Jimbo Aquino might have missed the MVP boat via his suspension a few games back, but he made it just in time last week to carry the San Sebastian Stags to the finals against the San Beda Red Lions. Game 1 will be on later in the afternoon. Can’t wait. I’m going for the Stags in this one (I always root for the underdogs, y’know).

To adidas:  Yes, you promised to mail our KOTR race packets to our homes/offices during the week starting Wednesday (yesterday) and I’m going to be really patient on this and wait for them, but please, keep your promise and do mail them. We really want to prepare well and enjoy the race on Sunday. We do not want to experience hassle and dissapointment during the race, pretty much like what we’ve felt during last weekend’s expo. PLEASE, ADIDAS, MAIL IT TO US. Don’t piss us enough to do an anti-adidas video just like what Dallas Penn did.