Christel Boncan
Co-Founder, Commune ManilaPR & Marketing Manager,
Commune Manila
Randomness [noun]; the habit of leaving your heart in so many places + remembering and realizing why and how you left it there.
Can't stop, won't stop.
Archives
Categories
Newton said it first, “an object stays in a state of rest or motion unless acted upon by a change in force”, Kimora Lee may have said it better, fiercer, “If you want something done (and done right), do it yo’ damn self!” but Bre Pettis gives us the Getting Things Done for Dummies version.
1. There are three states of being. Not knowing, action and completion.
2. Accept that everything is a draft. It helps to get it done.
3. There is no editing stage.
4. Pretending you know what you’re doing is almost the same as knowing what you are doing, so just accept that you know what you’re
doing even if you don’t and do it.
5. Banish procrastination. If you wait more than a week to get an idea done, abandon it.
6. The point of being done is not to finish but to get other things done.
7. Once you’re done you can throw it away.
8. Laugh at perfection. It’s boring and keeps you from being done.
9. People without dirty hands are wrong. Doing something makes you right.
10. Failure counts as done. So do mistakes.
11. Destruction is a variant of done.
12. If you have an idea and publish it on the internet, that counts as a ghost of done.
13. Done is the engine of more.
Source: http://www.brepettis.com/blog/2009/3/3/the-cult-of-done-manifesto.html
Hocus Pocus "Beautiful losers" feat. Alice Russell
Uploaded by hocuspocus. – See the latest featured music videos.
HOOOLLYYYY. French rap is so sexy, I signed up for classes at Alliance Français.
Check out this Hocus Pocus collab with Alice Russell. She’s white, by the way. Not that I have anything against white singers, just goes to show that when it comes to music, you can have seemingly weird combinations, but still make MAGIC. Talk about going against what’s expected.
By the way, speaking of “seemingly weird combinations” the video was done by a Paris-based, Chinese animator-director, Yue Wu. NOOOIIIICCCEEE!
Listen up!
“Hi, I’m Christel, and I’m a gold digger.” [Okay, you didn't really think so, did you? O_o]
Well, go on, you can say it too cause if you’re like me and love soul music like how a fat kid loves cake, then you know what I’m talking about. I stumbled onto this chick, Muhsinah a.k.a The Golden Girl, who FOR ME, is like a having an India Arie x Jill Scott vocal on top of an Erykah Badu-like track arranged with electronic beats and layers of soulful jazz and indie pop flavor.
An independent singer, songwriter/producer, Muhsinah has caught the attention of the likes of Common and Phonte of Little Brother/The Foreign Exchange, both of whom she’s recorded tracks with and even received a Grammy nod for The FE collaboration, Daykeeper. I’m not one to say whether this is the beginning of a second Golden Era, but ya’ll know we need a second wave of that good ish so that we got some stuff to make our kids listen to.
My family and I moved houses a lot when I was younger, but for as long as I can remember, each house ALWAYS, ALWAYS had a music room. You couldn’t pull my dad away from tinkering with his newly purchased subwoofers, hooking them up here and there, making sure we had carpeted the floors and padded the walls, trying to achieve surround sound-ness. I remember, he would stack his CDs up in this tall ass tower and every night, he’d call me and make me listen to whichever was on heavy rotation for the week.
He made me listen to (in no particular order) Stevie Wonder, Diana Ross, The Carpenters, Earth, Wind & Fire, Michael Jackson, Marvin Gaye, Luther Vandross, Aretha Franklin, Whitney Houston, Dionne Warwick, Gladys Knight, Louis Armstrong, The Beatles, The Beach Boys, and the list goes on and on (with matching, “Iha, this is Burt Bacharach”), but it was Motown that stuck to me ever since.
My dad said I used to call it “black people music” and damn right, black people are hella talented (no racism here) but whatever it is, I just have one darn good reason why I love it:
There’s just SO MUCH SOUL.
P.S. Looking back, maybe that’s why in an ‘07 interview I had back then, I said I had this strange fascination with African-Americans. That explains a lot of things. Haha!
I started the year by swearing (pun intended) to myself that I’d keep updating my blog. I got a few days left before February comes crashing into me and I’ve managed to write just 1 (well 2, if you count this) entry. Call it laziness, busy-busyhan or (breaks into song) whatever youuu liiike, but I think that this “writer’s block” is really because of my lack of experience and opportunity to explore and connect with even the seemingly mundane and ordinary. What a shame, I know, but I’d really, really like to really step out — and I mean BRING IT ON — and see things from a fresh perspective.
I’m not exactly sure what kinda glasses I should be putting on but I guess self-discovery is part of the equation. And so once again, I challenge myself to ‘get up, go out and get somethin’ shiitteee’ — let’s see where this takes me.
With the year so brand-spanking new, and at the risk of sounding like a broken record, I can’t stress enough how THANKFUL BLESSED I am for a fresh start and a clean slate. 2009 may have been a challenging one but lemme tell ya, you gotta know what shit is to know what greatness feels like. This never hit a chord as much as it does today but its hella true what they say, you gotta experience the bad and the ugly, to know what’s good and beautiful.
So with that, I will “box box box box box box box box box box box” (come on, you gotta sing it) up 2009 and take note of my own set of 2010 Anthems, Part One.
P.S. I’m letting these tracks speak for themselves. Enjoy!
Vindication at its best.
“That song you keep playing is nothing but a photograph you look at with your ears.”
For as long as I remember, December always gave me the holiday blues. Maybe it was because my birthday fell on Christmas Day [and I never got to celebrate differently as everybody else] or maybe because I’ve come to realize the lifelong reality that you cannot choose your family. Ooops, did I just say that? Either way, I told myself that every year would be better than the previous one.
I used to celebrate my birthdays a week before the 25th and somehow, in the middle of all that planning, I never feel like its my birthday. This year, however, the name of the game is: SPONTANEITY. I won’t plan, I won’t scrutinize every detail and guestlist. I will just wake up one day (fine maybe at least 2 days earlier) and say, “I want to have my birthday party today!” If you can make it, I will give you a MILLION HUGS, if not, its cool, dirt off my shoulder. So until my randomness urges me to celebrate already, I’m throwing my December up in the air and this time, I know it will be different — anything can happen!
I’m coming into terms with my birthday and maybe, we could be the best of friends. Let’s milk this month and end it right!
Happy Holidays!
1) Dress up for yourself, not for men.
2) We all need at least one person to believe in us in order to achieve great things, even if at times that one person is yourself.
3) When faced with adversity, turn it around and channel it into something creative. When the love of her life died in a car accident, she gave birth to what we now know as the little black dress.
4) Find something you’re passionate about and stick to it.
5) Learn to let your pride down. As Fabolous said, “It’s okay to lose your pride over someone you love, don’t lose someone you love over your pride…”
6) Learn to stand up for yourself because sometimes, you will feel immensely alone and against the world.
7) “To be irreplaceable, you have to be DIFFERENT.”
