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Ah, the power of modern technology. Sent Iago a quote.

Me: Keep in mind: There is no blackboard in the sky on which God as written your purpose, your mission in life...your purpose is what you say it is. Your mission is the mission you give yourself. Your life will be what you create it as, and no will stand in judgment of it, now or ever.
I: The secret?
Me: You memorize the book?!
I: The book and the movie.
I thought this was funny. One who takes measures to memorize a whole friggin book?—is definitely one of a kind. I love books alright, but I wouldn’t have to patience to memorize em.
Me: Coolness. So YOU’RE the walking book and DVD! I still can’t believe you memorize the book though.
I: Wel, not literally.
Me: Of course.ϋ but if you did, man that would’ve been badass!
I: Haha. I’m looking forward. Hehe.
I: Ui! Penge copy ng film. And poster kht soft copy.
Me: Yep, most definitely. I’ll prolly give em to you guys on awards night.
I: Yehey.  formal talaga? Pwede rugged formal, maong and blazer?
Me: Hm. Stylish. Ϋ Formal talaga eh. Ikaw...basta carry mo. Hehe.
I: Haha. Cge baon nalang ko. Bahala na si batman. hehe
Me: Btw, Batman’s one of our guest judges.ϋ
I: Haha! Malaki pala chance…by d way cno cno judge nyo?
I gave an enumeration the judges and made some commentary on the annoying political commercials on t.v.
I: Great panels! commercials hehe…
I: Wish me luck sa hero tv hosting…I just passed d first screening…
Me: Wow! That doesn’t surprise me. Congratulations on that. Your determination and everything.
I: Hahaha…worried nga ako. Haha…Thanks!
Me: Remember it’s all in the mind! ;)
I: Indeed…
I: Haha…By d way, punta b cla lahat? Billy, Zaney and Joey?
Me: They haven’t confirmed yet. neways, dude I gotta crash na. Been workin’ really hard all week. K, nyt nyt
I: Ah ok. Hehe…Cge…2log ka na…
Then I sleep…he later on sends me a quote, waking me up amidst my deepest slumber.
I: One of the worst ways to miss someone is to be in a room full of people and yet feel lonely coz the only person you want to see and long to be with is not there…

 

I cleaned my room today...

I really did and it's the first time I've cleaned it this year. I have been sooo absorbed with work, coming home at 1AM in the morning and crashing on my messy bed. That's basically my daily routine.

My room was swept, and dusted. My clothes were folded and hung. My books arranged, and my CD's were also kept in a box. I had to pack little by little. Some of my stuff are already in boxes. 

I'll be flying out after graduation...off to some distant land I dare not know. 

 

A girls night out. We went to this sophisticated bar next to ABS, because it was The Adorable One's birthday and we wanted to celebrate before we drown ourselves in work again. We got dressed in supermodel garb (non-slutty--respectable-looking) So...yeah. the night progressed, my friends and I were talking, hanging out, and drinking.

The table next to us was occupied by a bunch of obnoxious frat boy slash drag racing Tsinoys who were chugging beer through funnels. It seemed funny to watch them at first...until they became drunker and drunker by the minute until they started to motion towards our table. There were no guys with us. So, they started to hit on my friend and pulled/dragged her over to their table to talk to her. And they were volunteering to buy us drinks and bring us home. It was disgusting and scary.

They were too fucking drunk to drive and plus they're assholes. I, half drunk, followed Cat into the girl's bathroom to watch over her. I came to my senses again, after Asshole 1 followed us into the bathroom. He wanted to corner her, and I wanted to pull her out--get away from the creep. He made it seem impossible because he was in the way. I ran out to call the Adorable One.

We had to go home.

Then they were following us out.

There were no cabs. The streets were empty.

Omg, we were in deep trouble. We waited desperately for a cab, but much to our dismay, nothing. The drunk assholes were yelling really really rude things at us already. "There are no cabs there! No where to go!" "I told you guys to come with us!" "Yoohoo!" *hooting* I was sooo pissed, at any moment, I was gonna throw beer bottles at them.

 They were approaching...

still no cab...

desperation...

thankfully, Avy drives by and stops in front of us. She knew what was happening. and without any question, we all piled into her car. The drunk assholes were already running after us. As soon as the door slammed shut, we locked it and sped off --just as Asshole 1 was about to reach the handle.

"Beautiful.... You rock." he said.

I'd die happy. =) 

 

--O.O.M.A

January 6, 2007

 

     Yesterday was the 3^rd day of filming our short film, “Soar.” We shot 7 sequences for the day, including the climax of the movie. I felt happy it was all coming together at last. I never imagined that the characters would come to life like that—and only weeks ago, they were just images of my overworked fancy and that as the shoot progressed the depth of all of them became abundantly clear. In spite my sore throat, which itched like hell as my eyes started to water, we still managed to push through a fairly decent shooting day. I had Gemini yell out the “aaaand ACTION” parts for me. It was cool. Mandela was the clapboard holder. She was cool too. I don’t know what I would’ve done without the 2 of them. I didn’t have a production crew, so it was basically me, Kit, and Popper taking care of the set, the props, the script, the location, the finances, the food, and the costumes, etc.  Even though it wasn’t their project—they still volunteered to help—and THAT in itself means a lot for me.

 

    Anyway, we shot the movie at this HUUUGE, empty and supposedly “haunted” mansion. The owner was ambushed in his car a couple years ago, and that the caretakers of the place would see apparitions of him around the house. They would claim that the lights in the living room would oftentimes flicker, or turn on without them even touching the switch. Hearing this, I didn’t want to end up walking around alone (to get the props and whatnot)—the creepy feeling that I was being watched never escaped my mind, and thankfully, one of our actors, Iago, was there with me. We were in an empty room -- I was trying to figure out how to get the spring mattress off the bed for a stunt scene while he was reading over the script. In my frustrated effort to pull off the mattress (my throat started to itch like hell again, and I became teary eyed), he put down the script and came over to help. We looked pathetic, pushing and pulling the mattress up the staircase to the rooftop—he was at the top pulling and I was at the bottom pushing it up the friggin stairs—the dust, and the heat made things worse.

 

So we finally got it up there…and then here comes to the rest of the cast and crew and they all slump down on the mattress. Ooh bed! Oooh sleep! Heee.

 

The rest of the scenes, I ended up laughing at. We needed a person to die on a bed, and Popper volunteered for the part. So, we set up the “hospital” room—white sheets, hospital stuff, dextrose, everything—alas! The death scene! The scene was supposed to be depressing…sad…solemn. As the lead actor was crying over the body, covering the face with the white blanket, leaning over it, I could see Popper laughing from beneath the sheets covering his body and his face. His big belly moving up and down, jiggling against the actor’s face.  Popper‘s hands were gripping the sheets, as he was trying to suppress his laughter. I couldn’t take it anymore…so I burst, falling on my knees laughing behind my clipboard.