As much as I'd like to talk of the experience in detail, I'm too exhausted to blog. Imma try to remember what to discuss while it's still fresh. I hate my memory.
Day 1 was the most exhausting day evar. The schedule was extremely hectic. Yay for Uncle Mulong who lent us his car; and yay for cars that turn into dollies. Yay for the Tudtuds who had to put up with a bunch of noisy college students who thought they were filmmakers. Hehehe. Lol for expressions that get imbedded into the dialogue (Lololololol). Guada claimed that if one closed their eyes and listened to the direction and instructions flying about, it was almost as if we were at the set of a porn movie. Dumdumdumdum. At one point, for a "facial shot", DP, in her blue stockings and cute little shorts stood over Guada to shoot her face. And yes, we have pictures of that ;)
Day 2, everyone was late, and I couldn't blame them given we went home at almost 2am the previous day. One of the PAs told us his nosebleeding from the previous night turned out to be leukemia. On the way to USJR in Colon, Producer told us the theater was in Basak, not Colon. As the taxi detoured towards the new location, he called back and told us to go to Colon. April fooled we were. We were able to drag in a bunch of high school students to extra as the audience. Later, to light up a street for a mugging scene, one of the PAs did monkey magic by climbing over her roof to let an extension cable through her window for our lightbox. We chose that particular street because not many vehicles passed by. Within 20 minutes of shooting, taxis kept passing by, so we'd have to stop til they were out. The crew noticed that the same taxis were passing by, as well as the same groups of people. Same thing happened when we transferred to Nick's irl house's corner to shoot the money shot (*wink wink*).
This is unrelated to production, but I got news that one of my mom's brothers had died from a cardiac arrest that morning. I think it should be sad for someone to die on April Fool's Day.
Day 3 was lax in contrast with the previous days. We shot at UP, so after taking shots of Sir Anton's class where Nick got his face bruised up by 3 pretty girls (masochist much), we took filler shots around campus. Yay for the Tornillas for bringing pizza xD. We moved to Colon to take more fillers. Outside Tuxedo pension, we almost couldn't shoot outside because a horde of YFC ILC participants were checking in. We ended early because Guada had RL matters to attend to.
Day 4 was full of happy accidents. This was the day we were to shoot everything we couldn't for the previous days. We went back to UP for dialogue scenes. DP had left, since it turns out she still had an exam to take on Saturday, so cinematog was left to me and Producer. After UP, we went hunting the bowels of Jones for the location of the "movie house". It kinda took us a while before we found the Enovlink Training Center. Then we went back to UP to take more fillers, and then to Talamban for the supposedly hardest scene in the movie. Surprisingly, it only took about 15 hours, instead of the 2 hours I had imagined it would take. My list of movie magic cheats is growing. xD. We did the Haunted house scene, shot the manananggal, and travelled back to Lahug to hunt for the next outdoor scene location. Everyone was exhausted, so to save time, we were stopping at a shed to shoot a taxi scene. Unfortunately, there weren't any passing taxis to hire. When we finally got one, Guada and I got in the taxi to shoot. Suddenly, what seemed like a guild of men in blue outfits with acronyms on their uniforms were surrounding us. The crast and crew were caught off guard, so off guard I wasn't able to capture it on tape. I thought we were going to jail. The Mugger still had Guada's knife, and Nick was already taking his shirt off and showing the police that his nipples were harmless. As soona as they saw me with the camera, they left. lulz. I thought they were CITOM in darker uniforms. Producer said they were something more sinister...
We moved back to Nick's irl house for the last (and most important) scene. As soon as people got on the sofa, they all started snoozing. I let them sleep while I reviewed the tapes. Then it was time to shoot.
Amazingly, it actually started raining, in the rain scene. Happiest accident right there xD
We ended at 3am.
Saturday, April 04, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Turning Epic
In barely 2 weeks, I'll be in Malapascua with the family, since one of my cousin's celebrating his birthday a day before mine, and he lives in Manila where the beach is a distant dream. So much for locking myself up for the day. In the following weeks, I'll be too busy filming my thesis to be able to contemplate on what turning 2 decades older means for me.
It'll no longer be just about farming mobs in the field anymore. If ever, the monsters will only be bigger, the hurdles more brutal, but it'll take more than just chance and charm to get through. Chance will become an imaginary friend, charm will no longer be default, and comfort will become a luxury. The great part about growing up is that options expand. The hard part is that I can't just lie in bed when I'm tired of the world because I can no longer expect anyone to put food on my table/cook/clean for me anymore.
In a few weeks, I'll be working on my driver's license. In a few months, I'll be mulling over car expenses. In a year, I'll be worrying about paychecks, or if all goes according to plan, I'll be worrying about what sort of income-generating-gimmick to pull off. In a few years, if I don't end up in a nuthouse, I'll have formed a nest of sorts, with partner and child or sans both. I'll be well on my way towards middle life crisis. Etc etc etc...
And there's no stopping time, and there's no way I can help it.
But it doesn't mean I can't enjoy the ride either. Tweenies, here I come.
It'll no longer be just about farming mobs in the field anymore. If ever, the monsters will only be bigger, the hurdles more brutal, but it'll take more than just chance and charm to get through. Chance will become an imaginary friend, charm will no longer be default, and comfort will become a luxury. The great part about growing up is that options expand. The hard part is that I can't just lie in bed when I'm tired of the world because I can no longer expect anyone to put food on my table/cook/clean for me anymore.
In a few weeks, I'll be working on my driver's license. In a few months, I'll be mulling over car expenses. In a year, I'll be worrying about paychecks, or if all goes according to plan, I'll be worrying about what sort of income-generating-gimmick to pull off. In a few years, if I don't end up in a nuthouse, I'll have formed a nest of sorts, with partner and child or sans both. I'll be well on my way towards middle life crisis. Etc etc etc...
And there's no stopping time, and there's no way I can help it.
But it doesn't mean I can't enjoy the ride either. Tweenies, here I come.
Friday, March 27, 2009
I'd like to turn this into a graphic novel: (A History of Locus Inverness; a repost)
Inverness in Oil is the only painting the late Giovanni Belcinni ever worked on. He started working on it in his late 20's. He died before he was able to complete it. His four sons all tried finishing it, but couldn't seem to find out how to duplicate or even parallel their father's style. Three of them died before the fourth figured out what paint his father used for the skies. Human blood. The fourth religiously followed his father's pattern of using the blood of drunken prostitutes to make his solution. The painting was magnificent. The youngest Belcinni son was found pale as a ghost in his father's studio the morning the paint dried.
Death count: 34. (4 sons, 1 father, 29 women)
The painting was shipped from place to place, first to the home of the Belcinni's art patron, whose family died of an unknown disease in the week that the Painting graced their living room hall. Then the servants followed their masters to the grave. The last to go was the cook, who took the painting to a priest.
Death count: 14 (1 mother, 1 father, 2 daughters, 1 son, 1 butler, 2 maid servants, 2 gardeners, 3 pageboys, 1 cook)
The Monastery closed after 48 years.
The painting was by then picked up by a couple of teenagers who heard it was cursed. But there was nobody alive to tell them that.
Death count: 48 (44 nuns, 2 mother superiors, 2 priests)
A total of a hundred deaths in a hundred years.
Right Hugin?
Yes Munin.
Death count: 34. (4 sons, 1 father, 29 women)
The painting was shipped from place to place, first to the home of the Belcinni's art patron, whose family died of an unknown disease in the week that the Painting graced their living room hall. Then the servants followed their masters to the grave. The last to go was the cook, who took the painting to a priest.
Death count: 14 (1 mother, 1 father, 2 daughters, 1 son, 1 butler, 2 maid servants, 2 gardeners, 3 pageboys, 1 cook)
The Monastery closed after 48 years.
The painting was by then picked up by a couple of teenagers who heard it was cursed. But there was nobody alive to tell them that.
Death count: 48 (44 nuns, 2 mother superiors, 2 priests)
A total of a hundred deaths in a hundred years.
Right Hugin?
Yes Munin.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Kasi ganito nga daw kami magchill
Kasi late akong dumating sa exam ko kanina kasi inumaga akong nagbasa nung readings, putragis, kalahati lang nasagot ko, sabaw pa utak ng lola mo.
Wala akong magawa, kaya nakibuntot nalang ako kay pangs. buti pa siya, may nagawa pa sa buhay niya. Pinag-usapan namin yung BC, yung pagdadagdag ng mga eksena, yung paglalagay ng mga goons, yung paglalagay ng green screen para sa mga 3d na aswang, etc.
Sa huli, sa school din kami napadpad, nag-iisip ng pwedeng magawa. Naisip naming mag L4D. Tinawagan ko yung mga uwak na kalaro ko at nakausap kong gusto ding makalaro. Nabitbit namin si Karl at Faith sa Ge-Cube sa may USC; at nagmistulang mga rebelde sa karagatan ng mga naglalaro ng DoTA. Bahala kayo sa mga buhay nyo, masayang suimigaw basta nakakatakot ang tugtog.
Pagkatapos ng dalawang larong umabot ng isa't kalahating oras na pinuno ng sigaw ni Faith, nagkoro na ang mga tiyan, at nagsilikas na kami upang makakain ng hapunan. Sabi ni Pangs, sitsit daw ng sitsit yung mga nagdodota para tumahimik kami. Hindi namin napansin kasi sumisigaw din sila.
Nangimbita pa kasi pinsan ni Faith na pumunta kaming Outpost, at ako din ang nagpilit na magpunta kami, kaya napadpad kaming lahat dun. Reggae daw. Chill.
Pagdating dun, sumakit lang ulo ko sa dami ng tao. Pakiramdam ko tuloy, sumabak kami sa isang misyon na puro horde at smokers ang kalaban. Ang masaklap, wala kaming dalang baril. Bwiset.
Wala akong magawa, kaya nakibuntot nalang ako kay pangs. buti pa siya, may nagawa pa sa buhay niya. Pinag-usapan namin yung BC, yung pagdadagdag ng mga eksena, yung paglalagay ng mga goons, yung paglalagay ng green screen para sa mga 3d na aswang, etc.
Sa huli, sa school din kami napadpad, nag-iisip ng pwedeng magawa. Naisip naming mag L4D. Tinawagan ko yung mga uwak na kalaro ko at nakausap kong gusto ding makalaro. Nabitbit namin si Karl at Faith sa Ge-Cube sa may USC; at nagmistulang mga rebelde sa karagatan ng mga naglalaro ng DoTA. Bahala kayo sa mga buhay nyo, masayang suimigaw basta nakakatakot ang tugtog.
Pagkatapos ng dalawang larong umabot ng isa't kalahating oras na pinuno ng sigaw ni Faith, nagkoro na ang mga tiyan, at nagsilikas na kami upang makakain ng hapunan. Sabi ni Pangs, sitsit daw ng sitsit yung mga nagdodota para tumahimik kami. Hindi namin napansin kasi sumisigaw din sila.
Nangimbita pa kasi pinsan ni Faith na pumunta kaming Outpost, at ako din ang nagpilit na magpunta kami, kaya napadpad kaming lahat dun. Reggae daw. Chill.
Pagdating dun, sumakit lang ulo ko sa dami ng tao. Pakiramdam ko tuloy, sumabak kami sa isang misyon na puro horde at smokers ang kalaban. Ang masaklap, wala kaming dalang baril. Bwiset.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
A Couple of Dreams in a Single Night
I had a weird dream, where
we visited a Joker/A Jack who had
a house like a canopy
Open in the midst of a garden
A walled aquarium
That looked like a brook
And a lot of strange pets;
One bat that looked like a puppy
And a cat that looked like a hyena
He used to have a birdhouse, but that story isn't for you
The Anthill
In a mountain was a family
of a King, his first
family, and his second family.
His first wife died, and his baby
disguised, so that when the second
wife came, she did not recognize
the baby as the crown princess
The baby had a betrothed,
who was imprisoned by the new queen
as she demanded he wed her own daughter
a huge ugly thing
He resisted, not for memory of his betrothed
But because he fell sick at the sight of
the new princess
Meanwhile the baby grew up in her
father's household as a servant
For her father had no power
But the servants spoke of the princess
As the heiress, and the queen feared
So she searched for the princess' wherabouts
Not knowing the child princess saw her
doing her magic, looking for the real heir
The real princess saw, but she did not
understand; for she herself didnt know who
she really was; Instead she went to school; made
lists for her class of things they should
be investigating; went to the concerts to fawn at
boys from the high school below their hillock
And thought unprincess-like thoughts
This mountain community lived by a road; used
by monsters who sent oiled slaves up the mountains -
Treants, to do their bidding
This treant, as it seemed, was female, so that
when she arrived to the top of the mountain;
her masters were displeased, so they sent her down carelessly
meaning for her to die; because the line of masters only sent up;
not back down
So halfway, she went on the same adventure she took upwards
Passing by a small brook with sweet water; and ending up in a lake
within a univerCity
At the univerCity is a small coffee shop; which is unlike any of our own
They have kilns with which one can cook one's own coffee and bread
And the coffee is roughened with milk from a seed; and a little dew is tossed in
So that the coffee tastes more like tea than coffee; and the water is from the
sweet tasting brook
And the univerCity is a cacophony of elements;
A woman and what seems to be a baby kissing
and it is revealed that the baby is a mountain-side native (for they are a short
stock and all look like human children); her lover
~~~
This is me trying to right my dreams down immediately after dreaming them; the mountain people in my dream were hobbit-like; and the treants had two forms: real uprooted trees; and strange monsters who looked like the aliens from that movie where Sigourney Weaver was bald.
we visited a Joker/A Jack who had
a house like a canopy
Open in the midst of a garden
A walled aquarium
That looked like a brook
And a lot of strange pets;
One bat that looked like a puppy
And a cat that looked like a hyena
He used to have a birdhouse, but that story isn't for you
The Anthill
In a mountain was a family
of a King, his first
family, and his second family.
His first wife died, and his baby
disguised, so that when the second
wife came, she did not recognize
the baby as the crown princess
The baby had a betrothed,
who was imprisoned by the new queen
as she demanded he wed her own daughter
a huge ugly thing
He resisted, not for memory of his betrothed
But because he fell sick at the sight of
the new princess
Meanwhile the baby grew up in her
father's household as a servant
For her father had no power
But the servants spoke of the princess
As the heiress, and the queen feared
So she searched for the princess' wherabouts
Not knowing the child princess saw her
doing her magic, looking for the real heir
The real princess saw, but she did not
understand; for she herself didnt know who
she really was; Instead she went to school; made
lists for her class of things they should
be investigating; went to the concerts to fawn at
boys from the high school below their hillock
And thought unprincess-like thoughts
This mountain community lived by a road; used
by monsters who sent oiled slaves up the mountains -
Treants, to do their bidding
This treant, as it seemed, was female, so that
when she arrived to the top of the mountain;
her masters were displeased, so they sent her down carelessly
meaning for her to die; because the line of masters only sent up;
not back down
So halfway, she went on the same adventure she took upwards
Passing by a small brook with sweet water; and ending up in a lake
within a univerCity
At the univerCity is a small coffee shop; which is unlike any of our own
They have kilns with which one can cook one's own coffee and bread
And the coffee is roughened with milk from a seed; and a little dew is tossed in
So that the coffee tastes more like tea than coffee; and the water is from the
sweet tasting brook
And the univerCity is a cacophony of elements;
A woman and what seems to be a baby kissing
and it is revealed that the baby is a mountain-side native (for they are a short
stock and all look like human children); her lover
~~~
This is me trying to right my dreams down immediately after dreaming them; the mountain people in my dream were hobbit-like; and the treants had two forms: real uprooted trees; and strange monsters who looked like the aliens from that movie where Sigourney Weaver was bald.
Thursday, March 05, 2009
Bida Complex Updates
No more Rome again. Turns out he has a school tour on the shooting dates. Hahay.
Also, does anyone have a nice house we can use as Guada's "mansion"? All we need are a fancy dining room and a fancy room.
Also, does anyone have a nice house we can use as Guada's "mansion"? All we need are a fancy dining room and a fancy room.
Monday, March 02, 2009
Bida Complex; Meeting The Cast (for documentation purposes)
What was originally a file exchange session with Nica turned into a cast meet up. Lol.
The dude I got to play Nick previously turned out to be too stiff beside Guada. And Nick's supposed to be the laid back one, so I had to look for another one. Turns out, Nichole knew a guy all this time and just never considered him til the last minute. Desperation is wonderful sometimes.
The guy's name is Carlo Alonso. Nica told me to look his friendster up, and I wasn't really getting anything cept that yes, he was tall and dorky looking, until I saw one particular picture. It was of the Tin Man from the Witches of Oz disaster a couple years back (2007), and I remember that he was one of the few things I liked about that play. I did a little bit more research and found out his sarcastic lines were all ad libbed (win!!!). Nica also mentioned that he could pull off Asshole because he already was one. I was sold. I PMed him right away and asked Ate Chai for back up. This morning, he confirmed, saying he was very interested. For some reason, Nica didn't want me to tell him what part she was playing in the production.
So the Nick problem was only partly solved. I had to meet him irl and I needed to see him and Nica together.
As for Rome, I got Mr Cebu 2008 candidate Bassanio Causin Jr. He's never acted for an indie, but since he passed the only requirement for this role (looking good enough to eat right Nica?), he was in.
Bass said he was free that afternoon, and since I was going out to meet Nica at Coffee Dream anyway, I told him to meet us there.
He showed up smelling prettier than Nica and me (naulaw ko), but he made up for it by being very unassuming. He had to leave to go to class tho, leaving me and Nica waiting for Carlo (who said he'd catch up at the last minute).
Carlo arrived, and he turned out very easy to talk to. He easily figured out the psychological framework for the character. He even had the nuances figured out, which was cool, since I didn't have to spoonfeed anymore. We just hung out, transferred outside when it got darker and cooler outside, and just talked. Nica and Carlo were easily Guada and Nick (love-hate relationship much XD), and they even did on the spot improvs of their scripts. They're both witty, so it was great.
Pangs caught up, and we all ended up just talking and talking, ending up going for grub at the corner carenderia. After sitting at the balcony for a while, the boys went home.
Also, a bunch of friends have agreed to play minor roles (watch out for Anton and Heno, hehehe). I still haven't gotten anyone to play the moms tho, and these roles are proving to be the hardest to fill out.
The dude I got to play Nick previously turned out to be too stiff beside Guada. And Nick's supposed to be the laid back one, so I had to look for another one. Turns out, Nichole knew a guy all this time and just never considered him til the last minute. Desperation is wonderful sometimes.
The guy's name is Carlo Alonso. Nica told me to look his friendster up, and I wasn't really getting anything cept that yes, he was tall and dorky looking, until I saw one particular picture. It was of the Tin Man from the Witches of Oz disaster a couple years back (2007), and I remember that he was one of the few things I liked about that play. I did a little bit more research and found out his sarcastic lines were all ad libbed (win!!!). Nica also mentioned that he could pull off Asshole because he already was one. I was sold. I PMed him right away and asked Ate Chai for back up. This morning, he confirmed, saying he was very interested. For some reason, Nica didn't want me to tell him what part she was playing in the production.
So the Nick problem was only partly solved. I had to meet him irl and I needed to see him and Nica together.
As for Rome, I got Mr Cebu 2008 candidate Bassanio Causin Jr. He's never acted for an indie, but since he passed the only requirement for this role (looking good enough to eat right Nica?), he was in.
Bass said he was free that afternoon, and since I was going out to meet Nica at Coffee Dream anyway, I told him to meet us there.
He showed up smelling prettier than Nica and me (naulaw ko), but he made up for it by being very unassuming. He had to leave to go to class tho, leaving me and Nica waiting for Carlo (who said he'd catch up at the last minute).
Carlo arrived, and he turned out very easy to talk to. He easily figured out the psychological framework for the character. He even had the nuances figured out, which was cool, since I didn't have to spoonfeed anymore. We just hung out, transferred outside when it got darker and cooler outside, and just talked. Nica and Carlo were easily Guada and Nick (love-hate relationship much XD), and they even did on the spot improvs of their scripts. They're both witty, so it was great.
Pangs caught up, and we all ended up just talking and talking, ending up going for grub at the corner carenderia. After sitting at the balcony for a while, the boys went home.
Also, a bunch of friends have agreed to play minor roles (watch out for Anton and Heno, hehehe). I still haven't gotten anyone to play the moms tho, and these roles are proving to be the hardest to fill out.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
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.
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.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
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
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
Sunday, February 22, 2009
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)
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)
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
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
~~~
I can explain!!! LOL
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
~~~
I can explain!!! LOL
Sunday, February 15, 2009
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
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
Friday, February 13, 2009
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.
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.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
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"
~~~
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.
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"
~~~
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.
Monday, February 09, 2009
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.
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.
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
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
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.
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.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Apathy (UP Tug-Ani Editorial for January-February 2009 issue)
The other day, while waiting for class, I overheard someone talk about her priorities. She was basically talking about how we've supposedly come to UP first and foremost to study, which was why nobody can blame her if she paid more attention to her academic standing than advocacy posters on the bulletin board. In my mind, I was thinking “What a waste of youth”.
I refuse to believe we Upians are all just content with being above the rest in terms of opportunities because of inherent and acquired intellect. Is it arrogance or optimism to think we are above society and her ills? We are never exempt, unfortunately. We will always be victims of ill-made decisions, whether born of stupidity or out of selfishness.
Maybe you do recognize this, and believe that you're going to be a better contributor to society by finishing your studies first and getting a good headstart at your career. But what happens to the time you spent locked up in your academic ivory tower? None of us truly knows what the future holds. Despite all efforts to stay afloat the academic tide, some of us succumb to external forces (RIP April Mae Sumaylo)
Consider that the average 2nd year UP college student is much better equipped than some of the catalysts of society (i.e. barangay officials). At 18, an individual is considered physically and mentally capable of providing for himself. Considering that the kind of education we get at UP, though not extremely amazing, is still much better than what most get. We've had two years of intellectual stimulation that most of us have never encountered (and sadly might never again encounter) in 17 years of existence. We are exposed to enough “knowledge” to correct ourselves when we're not making sense. If the exposure isn't enough, most of us have at least gone through Philo 1 to know how logic works.
Youth grants us a perspective many lose once they start seeing the world through tired, jaded eyes. Youth grants us the luxury of time. Even though studentry is a responsibility as it is, what it leads to are even bigger responsibilities. Bigger commitments. You won't be able to speak your mind when you're under a boss who thinks otherwise. Trust me, not everyone is as open minded as your UP Hum teacher. You are no longer just a slave to the uno, you become a slave to bills; to your spouse and your children; to your properties; to your bank account; etc etc.
Today is the opportune moment to do what you can for your society, or never. If radicality is too much for you, you can at least pick up the papers and start with being aware with what's going on around you. At least if you decide not to give a rat's ass about society, it is a learned decision and not an ignorant one.
I refuse to believe we Upians are all just content with being above the rest in terms of opportunities because of inherent and acquired intellect. Is it arrogance or optimism to think we are above society and her ills? We are never exempt, unfortunately. We will always be victims of ill-made decisions, whether born of stupidity or out of selfishness.
Maybe you do recognize this, and believe that you're going to be a better contributor to society by finishing your studies first and getting a good headstart at your career. But what happens to the time you spent locked up in your academic ivory tower? None of us truly knows what the future holds. Despite all efforts to stay afloat the academic tide, some of us succumb to external forces (RIP April Mae Sumaylo)
Consider that the average 2nd year UP college student is much better equipped than some of the catalysts of society (i.e. barangay officials). At 18, an individual is considered physically and mentally capable of providing for himself. Considering that the kind of education we get at UP, though not extremely amazing, is still much better than what most get. We've had two years of intellectual stimulation that most of us have never encountered (and sadly might never again encounter) in 17 years of existence. We are exposed to enough “knowledge” to correct ourselves when we're not making sense. If the exposure isn't enough, most of us have at least gone through Philo 1 to know how logic works.
Youth grants us a perspective many lose once they start seeing the world through tired, jaded eyes. Youth grants us the luxury of time. Even though studentry is a responsibility as it is, what it leads to are even bigger responsibilities. Bigger commitments. You won't be able to speak your mind when you're under a boss who thinks otherwise. Trust me, not everyone is as open minded as your UP Hum teacher. You are no longer just a slave to the uno, you become a slave to bills; to your spouse and your children; to your properties; to your bank account; etc etc.
Today is the opportune moment to do what you can for your society, or never. If radicality is too much for you, you can at least pick up the papers and start with being aware with what's going on around you. At least if you decide not to give a rat's ass about society, it is a learned decision and not an ignorant one.
UP Cebu, No ID No Entry nao?!? NUUUUUUUUUUUUU
It's not that I'm going to be having a hard time going to school. I'm one of the few people I know who actually still has her first year ID. But the idea that UP is no longer free for all who risk the intimidation of being in premier university territory (or pass the UPCAT lang) strikes me as ironic and unfair.
I will reserve my rant for the Tug Ani Editorial for the Feb issue. The January issue's coming out on Tuesday for everyone who's been asking. Don't get your panties in a knot. It's finally coming out. It will be noted though that it looks as if I only have one writer. And no photographers. And very few artists. And no other editors cept for me and the lay-out artist, and a friend who helps damage control. So before you complain about there not being an issue, ask yourself if there are people willing to work for the school paper, specially because it doesn't pay. To critics: If you can do a better job, why don't you come help? My number is literally everywhere anyway.
I will reserve my rant for the Tug Ani Editorial for the Feb issue. The January issue's coming out on Tuesday for everyone who's been asking. Don't get your panties in a knot. It's finally coming out. It will be noted though that it looks as if I only have one writer. And no photographers. And very few artists. And no other editors cept for me and the lay-out artist, and a friend who helps damage control. So before you complain about there not being an issue, ask yourself if there are people willing to work for the school paper, specially because it doesn't pay. To critics: If you can do a better job, why don't you come help? My number is literally everywhere anyway.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
25 things to do before 25
1.)Learn how to drive a car
2.)Earn $1000 (Just to know how it feels like)
3.)Cook a full course meal
4.)Learn how to sew (tried and failed. My fingers refuse to weild the needle)
5.)Write a book
6.)Climb a mountain
7.)Film an indie flick
8.)Sell a print on DA (lulz)
9.)Go to Bohol
10.)Pose nude
11.)Organize a surprise party (also tried and failed. twice.)
12.)Contribute to Reader's Digest
13.)Make the Dean's list (ala lang)
14.)LARP
15.)Learn how to speak another language
16.)Visit another country
17.)See someone die
18.)Watch a birthing
19.)Perform onstage for theater
20.)Have an album launched for my band, Dama de Noche
I figured there's only about 4 months left before I turn 20, and I really want to get to do these things. The problem is that I didn't have enough time, so I'll be extending my personal deadline, and the list.
21.)Find out what happened to my dad - I just met one of the most iconic teachers in UP - Sir Espiritu, who is for once, not addicted to Japanese culture, but to Middle Eastern culture. He gave me bangles today after giving me a contribution for Tug Ani, and said he was going to Bangladesh this April. I asked him if he could find my dad for me (lol). If not, I think I'll just send a letter through him or something.
22.)Name a baby (It doesn't have to be mine) - I keep on coming up with names for babies, so I name my stuff instead.
23.)Talk to one of my favorite authors/musicians - Just to know if I prefer their personalities or their stuff.
24.)Paint a mural - It just seems like one of those things that can be easily done, but I never get around to doing. Maybe I'll paint a wall in my house (once it's finished)
25.)Get a moondance - I was thinking of doing something crazy like skinnydipping, or praying to the moon naked and stuff, but that's too old school. And this is inspired by something a friend said sometime ago about moondances. I shuts up nao.
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