Why? Because I wanted to. I mean how many times in your life would I be asked to play dress up and play make believe and get paid (Well, only if you're good enough) for it?
I was supposed to do Amy Lee since it was a singing contest. I was told that the stress in the criteria was on performance, so the livelier, the better. Evanescence isn't exactly lively.
The choices were Madonna, Cher, Shakira, and Beyonce, all of which I could mimic. The problem with Shakira and Beyonce were that they were dancers, and it was either I do "Baby Boy" and do a doble kara with my right side dressed in baggy clothes (Sean Paul), or I do Whenever Wherever, which was kinda cheap.
So it was a toss up between Cher and Madonna. Cher would win for the lulz, but Madonna was The Pop Icon. I had my mom decide, and she found me a video of a Madonna concert on youtube.
The choreographer wanted me to do Kylie Minogue. There was a reason why she wasn't a choice, and I stuck to that.
The only consistent critique for me during practice was that I wasn't "igat" enough. Atay.
Oh well.
The people went wild as soon as I entered the room. Peopl were whispering "Madonna?"
My mind flew out the wig. Shiet. People were rioting when I lay on the ramp. Photographers were taking too many crotch shots, most of which I tried avoiding. Ack.
And the verdict? The judges preferred the Beyonce singing over my Madonnaness.
She won 10k.
But I won
A 25'' flat screen tv with matching DvD playah through the raffle!!!! I didn't even know someone put a ticket with my name on it. The dude who picked the ticket was having a hard time reading my name. He said the ticket was from CDN, and called up Ms Eileen, who was sitting beside me, to read the name. I was joking that it was me, since that was the usual predicament people ran into when they first encountered my name. Problems with pronunciation. And then she held the paper up in fron of her where I could read it in reverse. And you all know how Ara is still Ara in reverse. Lulz
If mommy hadn't come to be the stage mom, I would've kept mum about the win and sold the tv and dvd player at istorya.net discreetly. Unfortunately she was there, and my couch potato brother has just asked me to scout for PS2 paraphernalia. Grrr...
My gayness was featured on the front page of today's CDN issue. I'm just glad people don't recognize me ^__^
Monday, September 22, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Stimulation begins nao.
When the rest of the world is asleep and there is no one else up but you and me. Me being the PC and you being the reader. Stimulation begins nao.
And because I trust in the power of the almighty madaling araw, here's a question:
If you had a million peas (because dough stands for dollars) and wanted to invest in something that needed at least 3 million in 5 years' time, what would you do to make your million grow?
And because I trust in the power of the almighty madaling araw, here's a question:
If you had a million peas (because dough stands for dollars) and wanted to invest in something that needed at least 3 million in 5 years' time, what would you do to make your million grow?
Friday, September 12, 2008
Migraine
Been swamped with schoolwork. Been too busy to blog, cept I couldn't resist not sharing the ff:
1.) After a LONG long day yesterday, I realized I left the keys inside my room. Nobody was awake, and it woulda been rude to wake people up just because I locked myself out of a room. Problem was, my clothes were inside and I was supposed to wear something snappy for a presentation the next day; Felix needed charging; I was supposed to edit an ad for said presentation; and I hadn't had any sleep the previous night editing a different ad for the same thing.
I took it out on the door, thinking "Here's how I find out how high my Str is...". I twisted and turned the knob, hoping it'd come loose in my hand. I gave up eventually, and sighed aloud "Will you not yield to my Cha at least and pity me?" and pushed the door. It swung open. Cool. No wonder I couldn't imagine spending the night away from the comfort of my newly changed sheets (read: fresh from the laundry). It wasn't going to happen ^__^
2.) We did a photoshoot for an adoption and foster care campaign for DSWD. We were worried the kids wouldn't be cute enough on their own, so we asked the DSWD person to have them wear white pampers beforehand.
Boy what a misconception. The kids were adorable as hell.
One pale girl with huge eyes and brown hair had a small smile when we knocked on the door, but as soon as she saw the whole lot of us, her smile disappeared. She stared at us determinedly for the next hour we were there. I thought they didn't make kids like those. She must've been 1 or 2 years old.
One boy took my headband from me and fitted it on himself like a crown. For the first few minutes, he paraded round the playroom with his arms curved in front of him. Lulz, heads up emperorsandata, someone's out to get your throne. Even the empress agrees ^___^
There was a whole slew of tots that made an impression. There was one we called "Butchik Baby" because she had the small ruby lips and the curls, one bald little thing that just sat in a corner and looked up at you in what I imagined to be an amused look. If he could say something, it might have been a "Sup?". There was the beautiful baby girl who made a very pretty picture and looked a lot like Ate Miki's baby (she was left at Sto Nino daw). There was the basagulero who always had something hard to hit you with, and there was Ara Jr.
I was busy hanging out with "Sup" baby when Karen came over and sat down, telling me the baby she was holding wouldn't be let down. The kid turned to me with outstretched arms. I obliged. Pretty soon we were sticking our tongues out at the mirror. Fast learning kid, good mimic too. At first, I thought the baby was a boy, with thick yet closely cropped hair, and very long eyelashes. Baby had a middle eastern look to it. For sometime, I just stood there, with the baby resting it's head over my shoulder. I asked someone what his name was. I was told it was "Lara". I was thinking "What an unfortunate name for a little boy..."
I thought she'd fallen asleep, til Frohlein took a picture and showed me what she was doing. The little thing was staring up at Froh's lens with a finger in her mouth and huge puppy dog eyes. What a camwhore. Manipulative too. She pointed to the window several times to me, as if asking me "Take me home", and then she'd kill me with her big thick lashed eyes. I looked at her and wondered whether it was wise for college students with barely enough money and time to adopt. Unfortunately that's the very reason why teenage pregnancies isn't a good idea in the first place.
I spent the rest of our stay with Lara, and none of us wanted to leave. But we had a presentation to make at 9, and I hadn't even gotten into my business casual yet. So after diverting her attention from myself to a toy (believe me, the deception hurt like hell), I kissed her one last time and said bye bye. She stopped smiling and looked at me, then she held onto my leg.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
"She wants me" has taken a totally different level.
I'm going back one of these days.
And oh yeah, on Guitar Hero? I was able to play with Pangs and Frohlein. I prefer the console for some reason... so that's not what I'm gonna be doing the next time I get free time... I'll be window shopping at DSWD. Lulz.
I enrolled for voice lessons today too.
And I'm having the worst migraine I've had in my entire life. It started this afternoon at around 5.
1.) After a LONG long day yesterday, I realized I left the keys inside my room. Nobody was awake, and it woulda been rude to wake people up just because I locked myself out of a room. Problem was, my clothes were inside and I was supposed to wear something snappy for a presentation the next day; Felix needed charging; I was supposed to edit an ad for said presentation; and I hadn't had any sleep the previous night editing a different ad for the same thing.
I took it out on the door, thinking "Here's how I find out how high my Str is...". I twisted and turned the knob, hoping it'd come loose in my hand. I gave up eventually, and sighed aloud "Will you not yield to my Cha at least and pity me?" and pushed the door. It swung open. Cool. No wonder I couldn't imagine spending the night away from the comfort of my newly changed sheets (read: fresh from the laundry). It wasn't going to happen ^__^
2.) We did a photoshoot for an adoption and foster care campaign for DSWD. We were worried the kids wouldn't be cute enough on their own, so we asked the DSWD person to have them wear white pampers beforehand.
Boy what a misconception. The kids were adorable as hell.
One pale girl with huge eyes and brown hair had a small smile when we knocked on the door, but as soon as she saw the whole lot of us, her smile disappeared. She stared at us determinedly for the next hour we were there. I thought they didn't make kids like those. She must've been 1 or 2 years old.
One boy took my headband from me and fitted it on himself like a crown. For the first few minutes, he paraded round the playroom with his arms curved in front of him. Lulz, heads up emperorsandata, someone's out to get your throne. Even the empress agrees ^___^
There was a whole slew of tots that made an impression. There was one we called "Butchik Baby" because she had the small ruby lips and the curls, one bald little thing that just sat in a corner and looked up at you in what I imagined to be an amused look. If he could say something, it might have been a "Sup?". There was the beautiful baby girl who made a very pretty picture and looked a lot like Ate Miki's baby (she was left at Sto Nino daw). There was the basagulero who always had something hard to hit you with, and there was Ara Jr.
I was busy hanging out with "Sup" baby when Karen came over and sat down, telling me the baby she was holding wouldn't be let down. The kid turned to me with outstretched arms. I obliged. Pretty soon we were sticking our tongues out at the mirror. Fast learning kid, good mimic too. At first, I thought the baby was a boy, with thick yet closely cropped hair, and very long eyelashes. Baby had a middle eastern look to it. For sometime, I just stood there, with the baby resting it's head over my shoulder. I asked someone what his name was. I was told it was "Lara". I was thinking "What an unfortunate name for a little boy..."
I thought she'd fallen asleep, til Frohlein took a picture and showed me what she was doing. The little thing was staring up at Froh's lens with a finger in her mouth and huge puppy dog eyes. What a camwhore. Manipulative too. She pointed to the window several times to me, as if asking me "Take me home", and then she'd kill me with her big thick lashed eyes. I looked at her and wondered whether it was wise for college students with barely enough money and time to adopt. Unfortunately that's the very reason why teenage pregnancies isn't a good idea in the first place.
I spent the rest of our stay with Lara, and none of us wanted to leave. But we had a presentation to make at 9, and I hadn't even gotten into my business casual yet. So after diverting her attention from myself to a toy (believe me, the deception hurt like hell), I kissed her one last time and said bye bye. She stopped smiling and looked at me, then she held onto my leg.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
"She wants me" has taken a totally different level.
I'm going back one of these days.
And oh yeah, on Guitar Hero? I was able to play with Pangs and Frohlein. I prefer the console for some reason... so that's not what I'm gonna be doing the next time I get free time... I'll be window shopping at DSWD. Lulz.
I enrolled for voice lessons today too.
And I'm having the worst migraine I've had in my entire life. It started this afternoon at around 5.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
The current state of affairs
The school paper office is crap. The walls are cracked and cobwebbed, the floors are soiled with dried flood water, the PCs (donations mind you) are busted and virus infected, and the room is cluttered with old issues because we don't have the means to properly organize our archives.
*Sob*
Bitter part is that the PCs get trashed whenever we're close to publishing date, and the keys used to stay with the guard; the SAO taunts Tug Ani writers about the office not getting any benefits because it keeps featuring him.
AND TEH DELF MIYU IS NAO $460!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I don't want her that badly anymore... Hahay.
Ara can live without doll.
But Tug Ani will always need puters. And walls. And floors. And writers. And artists.
Tug Ani needs you
(in many ways... more on some parts, but that's besides the point...)
*Sob*
Bitter part is that the PCs get trashed whenever we're close to publishing date, and the keys used to stay with the guard; the SAO taunts Tug Ani writers about the office not getting any benefits because it keeps featuring him.
AND TEH DELF MIYU IS NAO $460!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I don't want her that badly anymore... Hahay.
Ara can live without doll.
But Tug Ani will always need puters. And walls. And floors. And writers. And artists.
Tug Ani needs you
(in many ways... more on some parts, but that's besides the point...)
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
French Fries, Dead Guys, and a Showfly
I feel like a hot potato.
Solibanko (Always wanted to use that word, I just dunno how it's spelt) , I went to a dead dude's birthday and got flooded by stories and anecdotes of how much of a square he was. His friends were trying to pry personal information about myself. One of them poignantly pointed out: "You don't watch tv, you don't like softdrinks, you have no religion, are you human?"
I am. But I'm not square. Wish I was though. Squares look like happy people.
The humdrum newsroom was invaded by fairies today with a girl dressed in a dewy cobwebs today (I think that was the desired effect of the gown, else it was tacky). I was wondering about who she looked like when Kuya Justin pointed out that she looked like me. Nyek. I know what I look like when I'm in showfly mode. My face is just a bunch of lines and a big mouth. She was purdeh. ^__^
Mah bebeh fell with a resounding 'thud' teh other day. Now he has a wound. I cringe everytime I feel the tear. More reason to have him seen by the HP fefol. I feel like a bad momma.
Solibanko (Always wanted to use that word, I just dunno how it's spelt) , I went to a dead dude's birthday and got flooded by stories and anecdotes of how much of a square he was. His friends were trying to pry personal information about myself. One of them poignantly pointed out: "You don't watch tv, you don't like softdrinks, you have no religion, are you human?"
I am. But I'm not square. Wish I was though. Squares look like happy people.
The humdrum newsroom was invaded by fairies today with a girl dressed in a dewy cobwebs today (I think that was the desired effect of the gown, else it was tacky). I was wondering about who she looked like when Kuya Justin pointed out that she looked like me. Nyek. I know what I look like when I'm in showfly mode. My face is just a bunch of lines and a big mouth. She was purdeh. ^__^
Mah bebeh fell with a resounding 'thud' teh other day. Now he has a wound. I cringe everytime I feel the tear. More reason to have him seen by the HP fefol. I feel like a bad momma.
Mortality
There's nothing like a walk in a cemetery to remind you of your own mortality. I'd been sent to the cemetery for a story and ended up walking around. I was wondering why there were so many flowers that day and remembered it was Monday, cemetery day for most. I don't understand why it's on a Monday. Faith suggested maybe it's because it's Moon's Day. Hay whatever.
Monuments are only important if they stand for something. Little mounds on the ground and mausoleums included. It doesn't matter if your bag of bones is sitting under that plaque, it's what you represent and how that representation matters to the living that counts.
Which brings me back to the thought: What do I stand for? With all my issues against contradictions and being a contradiction myself, have I preempted my fate by truly becoming Doubt incarnate? I took the time to sift through the remainder of my beliefs and realized I can count them all in one hand.
One of which is that nothing is as it seems.
Maybe we all have to remember we're all dying sometimes (or that nothing is permanent). It makes us rethink our priorities. Hi garlfriend, this goes for you too.
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