Halloween: When being bad is a good thing
I once had this theory that even the most meek and reserved personalities have wild kinks and fantasies. It's just a matter time for them to manifest when they are ready. Yes, readiness is key. The ones who profess they do not have a wild side are most probably overcome by guilt thereby them ending up suppressing the inclination to do what they fear might be character-damaging or emotionally-wrenching to those closest to them. "Break my family's heart or follow my heart's desire?" Tough choice.
What I'm actually getting at is we only get to live once and there is no room nor time to regret not doing something which you are forever itching on trying out. On the premise that these inclinations are within normal societal bounds. Of course, being bad is much more exciting especially if you could pull it off without a hitch. No doubt about that. There are alternative ways to being naughty which will not necessarily make you dwell in that bad-ass lifestyle. I know of someone who has this perennial fantasy of becoming a wrestler-cum-rockstar who chose to be tattoo-and-piercings free to this very day despite him being of legal age. Old enough to make a harem of concubines, even. Point is, the sad fella has no venue for the fulfillment of his childhood dream. No Never Never Land to escape to. So suck the matter up in suppression or give it a try. Once is the only number of occurence when any deed or misdeed is excusable.
Thankfully, there's Halloween. The single, most fun-filled holiday which I think may have been partly created so normal individuals could live to be someone else other than themselves via costume parties and such. Change the way you look or talk, eye-color, have some pseudo-piercings, hell, even have some temporary tattoos made for this sole purpose!
I went to this party where we should be looking like rockstars. Heck, and like a rockin'-star I came! I even went all the way by immortalizing the look I did with the photo below. The finished output, thanks to my graphic-skills, also got me to look like some model for MTV or high-end print-ad! Says me, and corroborated by my ego, of course.
Um, sorry, fans, I don't sign autographs.
On our way home from the event, while walking along the most happening strip at Greenbelt 2, there's this foxy-hot rockstar babe who looked my direction, raised a hand gesture, and said "rock on!" I could only grin with delight. Damn, I looked the part that night.
NOTE: My family members and friends might have palpitated with the intro I gave for this post. Worry you not! I still am drug-and-alcohol free. Bitches! © 2006 by Fritz Tentativa.
Labels: Art, Lifestyle, Photography
posted by Fritz @ 7:30 PM
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alright, you do look like a model of some sort but you look somewhat clean for a rockstar.
pero as i've said, ganda ng pagkakagawa. may kulang ka pa pala... height konti. hahaha! peace fritz!
Sa ego kong 7-footer, nadadala na ang physical height. Onga, malinis ako for a rockstar. Pero sa tindig, angas, boses... yun lang. Di ko na itutuloy! Peace ka rin!
I had on eye-liner. And the hair bleach was so painful, I would not ever recomment it to anyone. Ever! Had burns on my scalp for a week. And the hairstrands look and feel dead. Pity them obedient servants.
de pa disclaimer disclaimer pa ㅋㅋ
Ob corz! Para klaro! Nyahahahaha! And you won't even praise me for the pic or my looks? Going... going...
I bleached my hair a while back and it left my hair REALLY COARSE and stiff. It's one of the worst things Ive done to my hair - along with having it in cornrows and dreads. haha
the shot was well directed. i ought to dress up on our next gigs.
Thanks man. As I said, never again will I do anything that extreme to my hair. I'm still paying for the damage. It's as lifeless as the dead corals in some parts of Boracay!
*cough* METRO *cough*
vwb, pwede nako magmodel! nyahahahaha!
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