LF: people to work on Bida Complex for peanuts

I needs me a crew T_T

I'll be shooting from March 31 to April 3.

All I need from you is your time, your common sense, and your bodies (lulz).

If interested, PM me here.

Of love lost and peanut butter

Dear Nica,

I don't really know how to tell you this, our romance is over. I think I realized it when I tripped on peanut butter in your car and I saw you pull the clothes off my boyfriend. I'm sure you're cowardly enough to understand that we're related. I'm returning your love letters to me to you, but I'll keep your glass eye as a memory. You should also know that I am better off without you and the apartment building is on fire.

warm tingly sensations,
Ara

Here's how you do it:
Dear (someone you recently talked to),
I don't really know how to tell you this,(1). I think I realized it (2)(3) and I saw you (4)(5). I'm sure you're (6) enough to understand (7). I'm returning (8) to you, but I'll keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10) and (11).

(12),
Name


1) What's the color of your shirt?
Blue - I'm in love with your cat
Red - Our affair is over
White - I’m joining the Convent
Black -Our romance is over
Green- Our socks don't match
Grey - You're a leprechaun
Yellow - I'm selling myself for candy
Pink - Your nostrils are insulting
Brown - The mafia wants you
No shirt - Purple hedgehogs want to destroy you
Other -I dislike your eyelashes

2) Which is your birth month?
January - That night you picked your nose
February -When I quoted Forrest Gump
March - When your dwarf bit me
April - When I tripped on peanut butter
May - When I threw up in your sock drawer
June - When you put cuffs on me
July – When I saw the purple monkey
August - When you smacked my ass
September - Last year when you peed your pants
October - When we skinny dipped in the bathtub
November - When your dog humped my leg
December - When I finally changed my underwear

3) Which food do you prefer?
Tacos - In your apartment
Chicken- In your car
Pasta - Outside of your office
Hamburgers - Under the bus
Salad – As you were eating Kraft Dinner
Lasagna - In your closet
Kebab - With Jean Chrétien
Fish - In a clown suit
Sandwiches - At the Elton John concert
Pizza - At the mental hospital
Hot dog - Under a street light
Annat- With George Bush and Stephen Harper

4) What's the color of your socks?
Yellow - Ignore
Red - Put whipped cream on
Black - Hit on
Blue - Knock out
Purple - Pour syrup on
White - Carve your initials into
Grey - Pull the clothes off
Brown - bit of
Orange - Castrate
Pink - Pull the pants off of
Barefoot - Sit on
Other - Drive over

5) What's the color of your underwear?
Black - My boyfriend
White - My father
Grey – The Catholic Priest
Brown – The Montreal Canadian’s goalie
Purple - My corned beef hash
Red – My knee caps
Blue - My salt-beef bucket
Yellow - My illegitimate child in Ghana
Orange - My Blink 182 cd
Pink – Your ‘My Little Pony’ collection
Other --The elephant in the corner

6) What do you prefer to watch on TV?
One Tree Hill - Senile
Heroes- Frostbitten
Lost - High
Simpsons- Cowardly
The news - Scarred
American Idol - Masochistic
Family Guy - Open
Top Model - Middle-class
Annat -shamed

7) Your mood right now?
Happy - How awful you are
Sad - How boring you are
Bored - That I get turned on only by garbage men
Angry - That your smell makes me vomit
Depressed – That we’re related
Excited - That I may pee my pants
Nervous - The middle-east is planning their revenge on you
Worried - That your Ford sucks
Apathetic - That you need a sex-change
Silly - That I'm allergic to your earlobes
Cuddly - That Santa doesn't exist
Ashamed - That there is no solution to you being a dumb kid
Other - That your driving sucks

8) What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?
White - Your toe ring
Yellow - Your love letters to me
Red - The pictures from Vegas
Black - Your pet rock
Blue - The couch cushions
Green - Your car
Orange - Your false teeth
Brown - Your nose hair clippers
Grey - Our matching snoopy underwear
Purple - Your old New Kids on the Block blanket
Pink - The cut toenails
Other - Your Hannah Montana underwear

9) The first letter of your first name?
A/B - My virginity
C/D - Your photo with the moustache drawn on it
E/F - Your neighbors dog
G/H - The oil tank from your car
I/J - Your left ear
K/L - The results of that blood-sample
M/N - Your glass eye
O/P - My common sense
Q/R - Your mom
S/T - Your collection of butterflies
U/V - Your criminal record
W/X – Your sucide note
Y/Z - Your credit cards

10) The last letter in your last name?
A/B - Love your sweet, sweet ass
C/D - Always will remember the pep talks
E/F -Never will forget that night
G/H – Will not tell the authorites that you stole the whale from the backyard.
I/J – Mocked you behind your back constantly
K/L - Hate your cooking
M/N - Told in my confession today about the moose poaching
O/P - Told my psychiatrist about the bruises
Q/R - Always wanted to break your legs
S/T - Get sick when I think of your feet
U/V - Will try to forget that you broke my heart
W/X - Haven’t showered in a month
Y/Z – am better off without you

11) What do you prefer to drink?
Wine- Our friendship is ruined
Soft drink – I’m off to lead a new life as a lemon
Soda – I will haunt you when I’m reincarnated as an Eskimo
Milk - The apartment building is on fire
Water – I'm scratching my butt as you read this
Cider– I have a passionate interest for mice
Juice – You ruined my attempts at another world war
Mineral/Vitamin water – You should get that embarrassing rash checked
Hot chocolate – Your Cucumber-fetishism is weird
Whiskey - I love Oprah Winfrey
Beer – Thanks for the Cocaine
Other – you should stop picking your nose

12) To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?
Thailand – Warm tingly sensations
Australia - Best of luck on the sex change
France - Love always
Spain - With tears of sadness
China – You make me sick
Germany – Please don’t hurt me
Japan - Go milk a cow
Greece - Your everlasting enemy
USA - Greetings to your frog Leonard
Egypt – Kiss my butt
England - Go drown yourself

Argao has wifi and zombies

Currently at Argao for STS with Madz. It's interesting to sift through town, gathering information on the culture of the place. It's a completely different adventure, when all you have to guide you are high school natives who drag you off to haunted trees in the middle of the forest to tell you about ghost stories they grew up to.

Because of the nature of our visit, it seemed everything seemingly dreary and dusty came alive. The old hunk of rust in someone's backyard suddenly turned into a link to the dead sugar milling past of a certain barrio; the sleepy town remembered olf family feuds and connections while we took pictures of their homes; the molds hinted that where there were modern houses and gardens, there used to be a sea.

And even while you can clearly picture out what it was like in 19th century Sali-Argaw specially with the way the pueblo looks, the church and park have wifi :D Great compromise I think. I can't keep myself from feeling bad about my own hometown, Biliran, where people prefer to replace ancient and beautiful old houses with cement abominations that have no aesthetic or architectural sense at all.

And at the end of the day, I was pooped and dehydrated and aching all over, but I thought only that this entire town wouldn't be what it is today, if it weren't for horny priests.

Pictures shall be posted later.

(After thought: Fr. Zamora gets around a lot. We also have a Fr. Zamora street back in Naval. And the zombies shall be followed up through pictures later)

Much guilt

ONE RULE
You can only say Guilty or Innocent.

Danced on a table in a bar? – Innocent

Ever told a lie? – Guilty

Had feelings for someone whom you can't have back? - Guilty

Ever kissed someone of the same sex? - Innocent

Kissed a picture? - Guilty

Slept in until 5 PM? - Guilty

Fallen asleep at work/school? - Guilty

Held a snake? - Guilty

Been suspended from school? - Innocent

Worked at a fast food restaurant? - Innocent

Stolen from a store? - Innocent

Been fired from a job? - Innocent

Done something you regret? - Guilty

Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? - Guilty

Caught a snowflake on your tongue? - Innocent

Kissed in the rain? - Innocent

Sat on a roof top? - Guilty

Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? - Innocent

Shaved your head? - Guilty

Slept naked? - Guilty

Had a boxing membership? - Innocent

Made your boyfriend/girlfriend cry? - Innocent

Been in a band? - Guilty

Shot a gun? - Guilty

Donated blood? - Innocent

Eaten alligator meat? - Innocent

Eaten cheesecake? - Guilty

Loved someone you shouldn't? - Innocent

Have or had a tattoo? - Innocent

Liked someone, but will never tell who? - Innocent

Been too honest? - Guilty

Ruined a surprise? - Guilty

Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you cant walk afterwards? - Guilty

Erased someone in your friends list? - Guilty

Dressed in a woman's clothes (if you're a guy) or a man's clothes (if you're a girl)? - Guilty

Joined a pageant? - Guilty

Been told that you're handsome/beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? - Guilty

Get totally drunk one night and you have an important exam tomorrow morning? - Innocent

A total stranger treat you by paying your jeepney fare? - Guilty

Get totally angry that you cried so hard? - Guilty

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I can explain!!! LOL

25 things before 25

1. Learn how to drive a car - learned how to drive stick shift from my cousin, Kuya Jing early last year with an uncle's broken jeep. The first thing I did behind the wheel was to crash the car to a trash bin
2. Earn $1000
3. Cook a full course meal
4. Sew an outfit myself
5. Write a book
6. Climb a mountain - sometime before last year ended, my mom dragged my lazy ass off the PC chair and brought me across the sea to look for a tree for our house on top of a family friend's mountain.
7. Film an indie flick - I starred in one, as a girl who was trying to break up with her bf for his identical brother before they get into a car accident. But this doesnt count as actually filming one myself. I hope to accomplish this with Bida Complex though.
8. Sell a print on DA
9. Go to Bohol - bought the Tshirt, kissed the tarsier.
10. Pose nude - while looking my worst. I was depressed, lacked sleep, and out of shape. I wonder how the painting's turning out...
11. Organize a surprise party
12. Contribute to Reader's Digest
13. Make the Dean's List - it was one of the most unexpected things. I thought I was failing half of my subjects, but turns out I aced them.
14. LARP - for otaku fest, yes. I was a drow with a skin disease wearing +2 leather
15. Learn how to speak another language - Thank you qwertyuyiop for the frenchie CDs, will play them after school's out.
16. Visit another country
17. See someone die
18. Wath a birthing
19. Perform for theater
20. Get a Dama de Noche album launched
21. Find out about my dad - He died November 7, 2008 at around 5pm. Just found out.
22. Name a baby
23. Talk to one of my fave musicians/authors
24. Paint a mural
25. Get a moondance

Of Toilet Etiquette and Day Spoilers

I woke up this morning to the ranting of my landlady right outside my window, talking about someone who left one of her toilet bowls piss colored. She was saying she suspected someone who was up most of the night, at round midnight to 4am. I, the resident insomniac, was the only suspect.

What I was so pissed (no pun intended) about was the fact that I dont even remember going to the potty to take a leak last night because I'd already done so in the past. And for the past months that I'd hear the landlady rant, I would wonder if there was something wrong with the flush, that if I left the toilet water looking crystal clear enough to drink, it somehow pukes out some of the piss to mix with the water.

In my stay at this house, and in the time I'm up at night, other people use the loo. Why blame me just because I'm up all night?

I wonder why I always end up being blamed for things that people get peeved about. Do I look so sneaky? So cunning? That using the loo and NOT FLUSHING in the middle of the night would seem a crime fit me? Jusko naman. I may be nocturnal but I'm not so evil I would intend to show her yellow. Eugh.

Hasty generalizing bitch. If she thought I was such a delinquent, let's see what she has to say if I did something extreme to the toilet bowl. Like blow the toilet bowl up or killed a small animal over it.

I can barely sleep at night and she steals a couple of hours from my sleep by blaming me for something as inane as forgetting to flush. And this isn't the first time.

I cry justice! I feel like im being set up. The world is unfair. It's so easy to point fingers at those who look the part of the villain. I can't even say who it is either because I'm only ever here when I'm asleep or when I'm on the balcony, leeching off wifi.
...

Ok, did I just say I cry justice?

I makes myself lulz.



But I still feel that if I talked to the landlady about this, I might call her a hasty generalizing bitch. Maybe I'll do that right before I leave this place. I also wonder if I can sue her for stealing a few hours of my sleep.

Bida Complex

Looking for people to portray the following characters:

Rome - Tall, broad shouldered, has kind eyes. Comes from a rich family (high society). Is very charismatic, very sympatico. Stereotypical prince charming. 18-25 y.o.

Nick - Tall, lean body type, strong eyes. Street smart, no nonsense, bad ass without trying. Seems to fit the silent but deadly stereotype, but the only thing deadly about him is his wit. 18-25 y.o.

Minerva - Dignified. Newly widowed. High Society. Very very stressed, but still manages to maintain her poise. Slim. 40-late 40's

Stella - Sarcastic. Classy. Princess. Minerva's daughter. 16-20 y.o.

If interested, please contact me/email me at 09163968495/mute_laughter89@yahoo.com or mutangpusa@gmail.com or PM me here. I'll spill the details only if you're interested. The movie will be entitled "Bida Complex"

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I am terribly desperate. I found someone to play Guada, and she is cute. The problem is that I can't find cute guys to match. The script's a mix of english and bisaya.

Red Paper: It's not like we chose to be painted such.

Gusto ka magbutang ug issues sa tug-ani?

Write for us, so that I dont keep on receiving news articles from the same people, from the same sources. Natural ra nga mao nay mogawas nga mga klase nga balita kay people with vested interests ra man ang molihok sa paper.

Walay ganahan mageffort kung wala silay makuha. I try to be as objective as possible with assignments and stuff. I give out assignments about stuff we pick up from all around school, but nobody meets deadlines, much less end up submitting material. It takes so much time to cajole people into writing about stuff and I'm getting the impression that they merely nod to make me go away. You want to hear a sad story? One supposed writer sent me an article that was a corrupt file, CC'd to someone else. She said the file was her article. I tried asking her about where the article went and she said she'd talk to me about it one of these days. I never heard from her again.

My number is posted all over school. I am so harrass-worthy and yet I never hear from you supposed caring individuals. We're not even running application schemes for people just to work for the paper. We want to make the most of taxpayers' money but nobody cares enough to write about relevant school issues. Same reason why we havent been coming out with issues for the past months. What do you want me to do? Write everything by myself? Lol. I seriously cannot edit myself objectively. I dont even have working assistant editors for crying out loud.

Rey, It's refreshing that you actually care about what the paper says. I also notice that you like writing about school politics. Why don't you write for us? Seriously, all you had to do was ask. I'll even put a column up for you. But I seriously need more news writers. Labi na nga hapit nang election. But I do hope you dont keep writing about color coding in your columns. I noticed your blog entries tend to be formulaic that way. Although LIGAYA would like to be featured sometimes, them being all rainbow colored and sth.

On the headline: It was an irony that we wanted to bring out. It's interesting that a chairperson would go against the stand of the body he represents. Ironies make good headlines. Way personalay, sa maigo lang. Besides, there was another article on his stand on the same page as that article, written also by Idyll because she wrote the first one. I deliberately told her to go get the story a day before we gave it to the publishers because I received her story the previous day pa.

Sayang bitaw ang taxes noh? And if I hadn't published, I'd be hearing the same line.

25 (tagged for the enth time)

Because answering tags are a great way to distract oneself

1. I like fluffy pink things at night. Makes me think of cribs.

2. I will leech wifi off anywhere I can find it

3. I name my stuff just so that I get attached to them

4. I hate getting cold feet

5. My parents used to sell houses, and when they showed houses off, my brother and I tagged along. I loved the smell of freshly painted walls so much that I'd sneak in new houses with my friends around the neighborhood just to get a whiff.

6. I like watching people. Just as long as they don't interact with me

7. I get a kick out of fear

8. I am a frustrated artist.

9. My element is metal. I am slow to settle, but hard to remove once I'm settled.

10. I'm like a vampire when it comes to invitations. I only come in when I'm invited, and afterwards, I get used to coming in. Beware.

11. I can only sleep straight for 5 hours. Even if I tried sleeping afterwards, I wake up right away

12. I'm one of those people who wish to travel the world

13. I only ever play charisma based characters because their powers are usually based on power of personality (AKA roleplaying abilities)

14. My luck is fucked up. When I exert effort on things, they usually turn into epic failures. But when I don't and just let things be, they come after me and smother me

15. I eat when I'm sad. The food doesn't cheer me up, it just fills up the empty feeling.

16. I understand things I have trouble explaining.

17. I don't like talking to myself. But I do.

18. According to a friend, yellow light makes me purdy. White light doesnt become me.

19. I don't like malls much. They seldom have what I want, and there's nothing productive to do

20. I suck at names.

21. When I work, I prefer to work alone then ask people for crit, then go back to the storyboard

22. I feel extremely happy when I accomplish things I don't usually do

23. If I had my way with things, I'd make my own clothes. But that's expensive and I don't have much money :(

24. I like exploring new places, new things, new stuff. When I like what I discover, I obsess over it

25. I hate Philippine TV

I never even got to say goodbye

Abbu's really dead. Rashed (one of my half brothers) and I were emailing. He said abbu had a stroke last Eia when he visited our sister, Rehana's house in Singapore and has been suffering for a couple of months before he died. He said they buried him the very next day. He didn't even tell me the exact date abbu died.

And all this time I thought I wouldn't care less. I accepted the possibility of him being dead while subconsciously hoping that tucked somewhere, my father was still alive and kicking, frowning, even at death's face. But now he's finally, officially dead, taken away by the Gods of Sulfur and Ash.

All those months, he was in Singapore, while I kept putting off trying to contact him, afraid he might reject me, afraid he didn't care anymore. I loved him so much. I'm still in denial that I'll never be able to hug his huge tummy; that I'll never be able to smell the smoke in his breath (or at least his stench, his familiar fuzzy stench because he stopped smoking); that I'll never be able to see his brows furrow or hear him laugh again, because I'd almost forgotten what his voice sounds like. Shit. I don't remember how his voice sounds like anymore. I'll know it when I hear it, but I'll never hear it anymore.

He used to put me to sleep with tales of giants. He said giants liked to eat up little girls who didn't sleep at night, but if a giant did come, he'd protect me from them, or hoist little me up his shoulders to become a giant myself. I believed him, because when I was on his shoulders, I could touch the ceiling. And I knew a lot of people were scared of him.

I'll never be able to know if he still thought of me and my brother again. I'll never be able to know if he wondered how we were doing, because I wondered constantly. I wondered how his lungs were treating him. I wondered if he would hate me if I performed onstage like he warned me against. I wonder how he'd feel if he knew I was no longer Christian. I wondered how he'd feel if he knew I stopped painting, or how he'd feel if he saw my recent drawings. I wondered what he'd feel if he found out I'd turned out a lot like him. I wondered if he'd love me, or despise me. I wondered and I feared, and I thought of him constantly, and yet at the end of the day I'd tuck him at the back of my mind and wallow in unnecesary clutter because I was afraid he didn't care.

And now I'll never know.