The Marshmallows Called Fernandes

I don’t particularly like the marshmallow test. It’s not because I fail the test. I can delay gratification when necessary. What I don’t like about it is that the closer you are to success, the more excruciatingly painful the waiting gets. It’s probably a little difficult to see the ‘excruciating’ aspect of the pain of waiting if you think about a marshmallow and the twenty-minute wait. However, the real world hardly deals in marshmallows, and it is rarely a matter of just twenty minutes. Add my ADHD to that mix and it can really become frustrating.

My marshmallows at the moment are electric guitars. The missus and I plan our family’s expenses, both regular ones and big, long-term ones. We don’t just plan for what we need and living expenses, we also plan for what we want. Electric guitars and recording equipment are part of that plan. My long term plan is to own seven electric guitars and one bass guitar. Here is my wishlist.

The Jaguar. My favorite Fender guitar.

The Telecaster. My favorite Fender guitar before I saw the Jaguar.

The Stratocaster. Probably the most-cloned guitar.

The Jazz Bass. The only bass guitar I want.

The SG. My favorite Gibson guitar.

The Flying V. Screaming with attitude.

The Les Paul. The first electric guitar I used to play my own songs. The one I used was a copy, of course.

The semi-hollow archtop. Classy. Full stop.

The guitars above are arranged according to manufacturer, with the first four being Fender models and the next four Gibson models. The Jaguar and the SG are my two favorites among the seven electric guitars. But I’m not picky when it comes to brands. I never wished for my guitars to be Fenders and Gibsons. I don’t even require them to be Squiers and Epiphones. I’m good with good copies.

Of those eight, I only own one at the moment. It’s my first electric guitar, a black Telecaster copy that I bought six years ago. I need to bring it to a luthier to get it reconditioned. I’ll probably have it repainted white with black binding. The repairs and repainting will probably cost like I bought the guitar all over again, but it will be worth it. I love the sound of that guitar.

Now that you have a good idea of what my marshmallows look like, let’s look at the actual test that I’m undergoing right now.

I’m scheduled to buy a guitar in December. I’ve had my eye on an SX SG copy that I saw in JB Music last year. Waiting for December wasn’t so hard because it was a current model and JB would periodically restock the item.

SG copy is good enough for me.

Then I was sent to Kuala Lumpur for a workshop. When the workshop was done, I asked the front desk of the hotel if there were any guitars available. They gave me directions to a music store that was a couple of blocks from the hotel. That was where I saw a Squier Jagmaster that was all black. When I got back from the workshop, I did some research and found out that the Jagmaster was locally available at Yupangco Music. It was even a bit cheaper than the price tag I saw in Malaysia. Again, the waiting was bearable because it was a current model and the store would have it in stock.

Jaguar+Jazz Master=Jagmaster. They could have been a tad bit more creative.

Enter boredom. I was idly surfing the net one evening and had the idea of searching for guitars at After a few pages, I came across a Fernandes ‘The Function’ Stratocaster copy for sale. That’s when the marshmallow test began.

Blue, black, and gold for the win!

It's more than just The Function. It's als the form.

I had the money to buy it, but it wasn’t December. We also seriously did not have space for another guitar at home. It was difficult not to think about it because I knew the guitar could disappear any time. But things became a bit easier when we had to use the money for Gray’s birthday bash last weekend. But I still think about The Function every now and then. I haven’t looked at again. I don’t really want to know if it’s still there or if it has been sold. I try not to think about it.

A couple of days ago, I was on the train ride home. As the train approached the station, I spotted a streamer in one of the low-rise buildings that had a drawing of a Gorilla with a Les Paul. Curious, I read the words beside the drawing.




I instantly knew what it meant. I wasn’t in any hurry, so I went to the store to check it out. The first floor wasn’t impressive. They had a handful of amps (Marshall, Roland, and Yamaha), an Ibanez GRX, a couple of no-name Strat copies, a drum kit, a trumpet, and a few keyboards that I didn’t even bother inspecting.

But then I saw the stairs. The stairs that led to the mezzanine. The mezzanine that held the walls and walls of guitars. It was awesome. Not even the new JB branch had that many guitars on display. There must have been a hundred or more. I didn’t know most of the brands, but they looked like good enough copies. They’ll probably need some careful testing, of course.

I also saw a few Fenders (which were above my price range), a few more Ibanez, a handful of Grecos, and several Fernandes. And then I saw a guitar that spoke to me, a Fernandes Jaguar copy.

The Fernandes JG. It speaks to me.

It was a little pricey, but it almost looked new. Initially, I thought the JG would replace The Function as my marshmallow. But no. Now it’s two marshmallows. And this test is just twisted. Instead of seeing one marshmallow, I see two. Instead of twenty minutes, it’s two months. And instead of being assured more if I wait, the chances of getting the marshmallows grow slimmer as I wait. It’s insane!!!

But all I can do is wait.

It really isn’t that bad, actually. It’s mostly me being an impatient brat about it.

But I’m keeping my fingers crossed. Please do too.


Re-Turning Japanese

About two weeks ago,  my cousin posted some links on Facebook because he had nothing better to do. One was to a video of a song from the anime Bleach, another one was to a song from Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood, and the third was another song from the same band. About a week ago, I clicked on the links. Not that I had nothing better to do, I was merely putting them off. I got the those things done, eventually, and the Scandal that I found turned out to be a pleasant surprise.”””

It’s not the first time I’ve listened to Japanese rock ‘n’ roll. When my friends and I were in Inhaler, we listened to a good bit of Japanese rock. We even played some of the songs in our weekly practice sessions. Here are some of my favorites from that time.””””””

Gray Day

Yesterday, we threw Gray a party for turning two. It was loads of fun. My folks were there. Even my dad, who is next to impossible to get to leave the house, was there. My brother and three of my five sisters were there too. Of course, my sister in Canada couldn’t help but be absent, but my other sister was on a business trip in Cagayan de Oro and is just coming back today. But my brother-in-law was there with their kids. Rune had a blast playing with her cousins.

My friends from college were there too. Well, not all, but a good number. It was also surprising because some of them were early, or at least earlier than their usual late selves. Some of them brought their kids too. It was really good to see everybody. I don’t see my parents and siblings very often. We (my wife, my kids, and I) only get to see them during Christmas. I don’t see my friends very often too. Usually, it’s also around Christmas time, but only if we have a party. We said we would this year though, so that’s something to look forward to.

Some friends from work also attended. Most had engagements that day, but that was no problem. There was a lot of food (of course). The missus and I also held some games. Two for the kids and two for the grownups. The kids enjoyed themselves looking for treasure and breaking clay pots that had prizes inside. The grownups had a good time making fun of each other while they were playing relay charades and a trivia quiz.

As fun as it was, it was a very tiring day. The missus and I had to constantly go around to make sure everybody was attended to and was having a pleasant time. On top of that, there was a lot of conversation to take part in, especially with the people we didn’t get to see often. As a result, I didn’t get to eat anything until 7pm (the party started at 3pm). But my wife didn’t get to eat until we got back home at 8. It was a good thing we had lunch. But the thing I regret the most was that we weren’t able to take pictures. Not one. I brought the camera and charged the battery, but we completely forgot about it when the guests started arriving. This is why I’m giving verbal descriptions of the party. It sucks, I know.

One of my friends took some pictures though. Hopefully, I can get copies of those when we see each other on the Christmas party. It’s at his place, so he should be attending. But I still say hopefully because he hasn’t gotten around to giving us our copies of the pictures he took of Rune when she was a baby (5 years ago). So, yeah… we’ll see.