Well, that was helpful *sarcasm*

Generally, it is really difficult to think when there's a song blaring through the right un-busted speaker of your laptop named Toshi. And what's more, it's really not like it's going to help even if you do close the song because it's going to continue playing in your head anyway. What's more than more, you feel it in your chest, so why bother turning it off? At least the blaring sound will distract your chest from contracting as if it were your hungry stomach as if it hasn't eaten for day, but instead it's your chest. 

In general than general, it's just hard to write anything when you're getting sentimental. 

Which would be something of a backward step, considering that for the past few months, anything sentimental has just bounced off a three meter diameter emotional forcefield. So, you don't really know what broke the Force. Really.

God and you love David Archuleta so much that it's just wrong on so many levels. What does it help that the first song he comes out with, is the song that hits home so instantly, the first time you hear it?

Why is it that, in a one out of a thousand chances of whatever the lyrics of the song could have said, it was that, right? And what were the additional chances that that is precisely the confusing feeling that's been bugging you for weeks now? 

The last thing you need during thesis term is this kind of distraction. 

And you think, "stupid coin." Never dwell on the stupid coin. And then you say sorry to Micah for saying her coin is stupid. *hides behind David Archuleta*

OMG (*#&$%)(*&#$ off-topic fangirling: David Archuleta has a vlog *squeals*

Okay, enough of your fangirling. 

You wonder when exactly, what point in time you fell back into being the sappy Stinksap that you were determined not to be last February. Oh, yeah, you remember, "stupid dream".

You mumble that, although they feel nice, you hate the suspense of dreams that involve certain people, tensed situations, think wads of confessionary information on a number of papers... that you realize is impossible in real life and therefore wake up, without ever reading a single word of the letters.

Stupid dream, you think. Stupid letters.

And then add to that the fact that you have been daydreaming more than usual of the people that should not be daydreamed about unless there is a significant amount of wasteful time on your hands, but you still daydream anyway on the excuse that it's really not in your hands whether you daydream or not about them. But you feel that the daydreams are so real that you wonder whether it will really happen. And then you start to over imagine and over think things which can never be good, so you just stare dully at your computer screen as you are typing up a blog trying to embody all those emotions you are feeling but can't really explain. 

And in your confusion you realize that you are not thinking properly anymore.

But that's just you. As for me I...

I...

I---darn it, Archuleta, I'm trying to think!

[EDIT] Stupid coin. Stupid dream. Stupid letter. And now: Stupid Horoscope.

Solo: You must be so excited! Your crush is finally showing some signs that he's into you. You've been waiting for this moment for so long, and now it's finally here. How will you react?

Stupid. You don't even know which crush it's talking about.[/EDIT]

Because I can't see anymore

So I am officially wearing glasses. Well, okay, so it's not that official since it wasn't really a doctor that told me that I had to. Although, in all fairness, I was prescribed these glasses all the way back in the fifth grade, but seeing as I was in denial for eight years, I'm officially admitting it now. 

Actually, I've been wearing these things on and off for the past so many years. It was only this year however that I was starting to admit to myself that I had to, on the count of I couldn't really distinguish the "i"s and the "l" (L)s because the dot of the "i" seemed to fuse with the short stick-thingy which confused me and made me think that "toil" was "toll" which totally does not make sense. 

So, yeah, I'm wearing them now because it really does make my vision better and after a while I do kind of forget that I'm wearing them because I feel like it looked like my vision during all those years of astigmatism-denial. And it was only just recently, too, that I realized that when one has astigmatism, that they'd have to keep their lenses on the entire time, even if they weren't reading. So I've kind of been interchanging reading glasses and corrective lenses wrong. I'm not even sure if they're called corrective lenses. 

I don't know. I don't know if I look better with or without the glasses, although I do know that I feel much better with them. Yes, I am concerned whether I look good in them or not, certainly. 

But, chuknow, even if I do have these glasses on for most of the time now, I still get headaches a lot. Just this morning I think I had the worst one yet. It was strange because the area of pain was at the back of my head and it gave me the strangest vision of the back of my skull expanding to look like an alien's. Beats me. But then the other day was probably the most comical headache I've ever had, if not the most painful sting of one. 

It happened like this: I was working on a paper and I was thinking so hard that I think a vein burst in my brain somewhere because my temple started to throb really badly. But I was so into my work that I didn't exactly pay all that much attention to it. It wasn't until that I couldn't see properly anymore or think properly anymore that I decided I would drink medicine. So, I shouted at my brother to get it for me, as all elder sisters are destined to do. The problem was, I think he was so engrossed in his WoW gaming that I groaned really loudly. If you want something done right, really...

So instead of shouting at him to get medicine. I, in pain, got up and marched up to him. 

"I said get me medicine," I said.

"What?"

"I said--AAARRGH." At that point the very middle of my forehead hurt and it took both of my hands to try to put pressure on it so that it would go away. And, the stupid part was that, in my rush to hold my forehead, I kind of slapped myself in the face. Because of that, I was kind of glad that my brother still wasn't paying attention. Another funny thing was that, despite the pain, I was still nerdy enough to associate the entire ordeal with Harry Potter. In my head what was going on was "This must be what Harry feels like when Voldemort is trying to get into his head and his scar hurts". I was oddly happy about that. Though I think I might need more than ibuprofen to cure that part of me. 

I stood there until it died down, which was of course, being that I was in pain and time seemed to morbidly slow down to see my suffering, very very slow. By the time it subsided, I yanked up my brother and mumbled "medicine" and dragged him downstairs with me. In the end I got the medicine myself of course. So I kind of wondered why I took my brother with me. Ah, yes. I was afraid of being alone in the dark first floor of our house alone. So much for me being Harry Potter. Afraid of the dark indeed, yes.

And so yes, that kind of pain has been going on for a good few days now. Methinks it is because of all the work I've been doing. I don't regret it though. To be honest I was having loads of fun, although stressful fun, on working on my Marketing Paper. Something about being in school at night made me feel very accomplished, as if I was really working hard. I also really like it when I finish whole books. And, yesterday, I went to the library to start checking out books to research on for my thesis (as well as taking a look at some old theses as guides as well) and I felt strangely as if I really belonged in the library, all by myself. My friend told me I was turning into Hermione. Unfortunately, she is not my favorite person right now--not that she ever was anyway. 

Speaking of working hard, all this work has disabled me from creating some vlogs. Well, I kind of knew it was coming, although I won't hide my disappointment that I wish I was still able to make some despite being so busy. But all this working has held me back from sleeping well and I keep drifting off at odd times during the day. In addition, when I get home I collapse on my bed and wake up hours later and I, of course, curse myself to oblivion. But it's going to be better. For now, the pain is over. There will no longer be any more paper work for the worst subject ever which is Mass Media and I can relax a bit from reading Harry Potter.

Harry Potter-related--and I just have to get this off my chest before going back on topic because I'm afraid that I'll forget it if I don't--I was in a horrible mood yesterday because I didn't get ONE item during our Trivia Tryouts for Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I was so confident going into it and just within five minutes of the trivia tryouts I was already three-fourths done. I just needed who on earth the final auror was that had a single gold-hooped earring. I knew deep inside me that it was Kingsley Shacklebolt because of the movie that I had watched recently. But knowing that the Trivia Tryouts were based on the book, I scrambled to find that direct passage that stated his name and his description. It was in the Advanced Guard, I swear. But I read and re-read the passage four times, especially the part on Kingsley and it just wasn't there! I was panicking. Stupid Hermione got another thirty points for her house. And what was worse, I knew that my housemates were counting on me. Gee, they're not going to trust in me now, now are they? Darn it. It was not funny. I felt so close to tears when I couldn't find it. I KNOW it was Kingsley, but what if I was wrong. There were so many Aurors in the book...and it wasn't mentioned in the book, just in the movie...

FORGET IT. 

So yeah, I'll be working on my thesis now. There's going to be less reading to be done, hopefully aside from the thesis references I have to read up on and then basically just Marketing to worry about...

I was on a roll to say something about something else but the whole--and indulge me as I use Harry's word--fiasco about the Trivia Tryouts yesterday was overwhelming. People trusted me and I failed them. Its the thing I hate the most. Failing. Anyway, whatever. Off I go then.

Talking like Holden Caufield.

Hi All!

Apart from the fact that I was able to edit *part* of my newly revised thesis story, I actually didn't get to do much--well, not completely on the count of, I guess, that I *tried* to get things done.

For instance--and I guess I'll just start by recounting the stuff I did yesterday--the DOS at SDA Scriptwriting Seminar was a unique and awesome experience. So after I left the conservatory and walked that not-as-excrutiating-walk-as-I-thought walk from Main to the CSB-SDA building, I was feeling rather astonished at myself that I was actually going to a seminar, alone, for the first time since I've gotten to college. I think. And when I got there at the lobby, I was having reminiscent thoughts about when I first walked in that building, flanked by people--but this time I was completely alone. And I think that was awesome...in a weird, sad, lonely kind of way.

But so at the lobby the lady at the reception table told me that the Black Box theater was on the 6th floor and when I got to the 6th floor I was channeling my "tourist" spirit because I got lost. I waited for like, three minutes before this man with a walkie-talkie and a blue barong came along and I asked for directions, which were apparently posted on the wall--to my stupidity. So it was one of those moments that I was performing a soliloquy in my head, and I felt like one of the female protagonists in all those lovely Jdoramas that I watched--which was funny in my head because there was totally no one around that knew me and they all probably thought I was crazy on the count that I was grumbling to myself and looking around as if I've never seen white walls before.

So I got there and there were a number of people waiting outside--and eventually they started letting people in and I saw a friend of mine who introduced me to this guy that she had just met a few minutes earlier--which was cool because one of my personal goals was to meet people. We went in the Black Box--and I always thought that the name was just a fancy title, kind of like how they name bars and places like that--but I suddenly remembered what Professor Sangil said when sometimes you have to think "inside the box", in a way, and take things literally. It turns out, the Black Box...was, indeed, a very very very black box. If it hadn't been for the red heads that they set up in there, it would have been pitch dark--and I thought that that place was probably what the inside of Azkaban looked like. It was scary, I couldn't even tell where the very very cold temperature was coming from--it was like dementors were surrounding me. Then my friend told me that our thesis mentor told us to take down notes of the seminar and it might probably count as practicum hours. I was skeptical, but why the heck not, I was already there and all.

The seminar started and this elder man of about 55 or so introduced the main speaker of the seminar. The older man's name was awesome--his name was Don Jose Rodriguez-Rodriguez and he was the head of Institito Cervantes and he introduced the main speaker, Director Angeles Gonzales Sinde (who has written more films--around 13 to 15--versus the 3 films that she directed) who won Goya--which is what Don Jose Rodriguez-Rodriguez said to be the Spanish Oscars--for Best New Director for her La Buena Estrella. She looked nice, but as we were given scenes to actually direct and act in (darn--it was a workshop! not a seminar) we were all kind of thinking--well the group of people that took me in their group (sorry, I can only remember Micah, Thomas and Dan)--were all starting to think that Ms. Sinde was really hard core.

In anycase, we actually didn't get to do our scene on the count of she broke down the three scripts that went ahead of us--one of which was actually really cool seeing as the actors were great and the stories--which were also written by students--were equally awesome. There was actually this one guy there that reminded me horribly of someone I know and so I couldn't stop staring at him because they looked and moved and *sounded* so alike. I was starting to wonder somethi---anyway.

So DOS in SDA ended ar around 5:40, 40 minutes after it was supposed to end. And so I stood outside of SDA for a while...

And when I got home the first thing I did was, although I was sleepy, turn on my laptop to talk with my mom--oh and of course this was after I sleepily ate dinner--tinola (I cut my last session of Noli for the seminar, I hope the tinola wasn't a bad omen or anything). And together we worked on editing my sotry--which I still haven't finished the whole summary of and will do right after I type this entry seeing as I'm getting kind of detailed in telling this story...

And then I went offline with my mom at eleven o'clock because I was getting really sleepy but I still wanted to work on my vlog that I wasn't able to upload the day before with the cosplay pictures, that I couldn't upload because of the fact that my laptop is screaming "low on virtual memory" at me, when I know that Toshi (my laptop) is lying to me--I know for a fact that he still has 30GB left in him so why scream that to me, does he not like videos or something? In anycase, I decided to edit in the desktop instead and for some reason I can't delete the footage that I've captured on my laptop so that kind of sucks. And then I finished editing everything at around 12:30 and even then it wasn't done because I still had to render it and then compress it in Windows Movie Maker--which actually still hasn't happened because I lost my patience.

So instead I was fortunate enough to catch John Green live on blogtv--which was awesome because it was live,duh, and he read the entire prologue of Paper Towns which he actually already did in a Brotherhood2.0 video but it was fun to watch anyway. I was only in the waiting room with about a hundred more Nerdfighters but I couldn't get in. Then John said that nerimon was watching his show at that moment from the main room and he was having a show right after his so instead of waiting around to get in the main room which I know would never happen, I went over to nerimons blogtv channel instead where I was lucky enought to get IN the main room. Then he played a couple of his Trock songs with their band which was cool because I've never heard any of their songs and listening was very cool indeed--I joined in on the chat and he actually read my message about never having heard any Trock song before--and that was pretty awesome. Really. He was with his girlfriend too, the mysterious girlfriend that John (Jean, I mean you) and I have not seen until yesterday (not at the same time though)--and so I sent John (Jean, I still mean you) and email containing some pictures to show her.

So anyway, nerimon also continued reading Paper Towns from where John (and this time I mean John Green) left off--meaning he read Chapter One and it took 40 minutes, according to him when he was done. I was shocked because by this time I checked the clock and it was already 2:30am. I kind of cursed--albeit softly and quickly said goodbye and went off to bed. But of course, this wasn't before I was able to make a video to show that I was actually hearing nerimon live. HAHA.

I'm going to end here now because my mom is now online so we can finish talking about my thesis summary which I hope my mentor will read today--and hopefully approve, but I've prayed for it. And then I'll be off to class in like 30 minutes. I'm currently sitting in the cybernook of our library--and thats a place where there are computers for the students to use--and this term I've been spending a heck of a lot of time here.

Anyway, after class I'll just be heading home, straight away and watching Harry Potter movies--of course, that is after I take an hour long nap to catch up on sleep.


And then of course I will attempt, for the third time, to upload that cosplay video from Sunday's big day. Darn it, please upload this time.

Nerimon: Byyyeeee~

P.S. In reference to my blog title, I suggest to type in "Catcher in the Rye" to find out who Holden Caufield is, because if were really him and you didn't know who he was, he'd say "i don't really give a crap if they know me or not--its not like i'm some big-shot, steriod-pumped, chisled-jaw, no brained ass anyway." And that would mean, you've been PWNED.

P.P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN, KAT! I would have said it sooner but I've been having memory problems lately.

YouTube failed, so this is what I did.

More randomness

Jean slept with me >:D

Pluck them vain pictures now, John. hahaha! I know you've been dying to display it to the world!

My brother didn't upload MY vain pictures. Talunin kita, John. xD

Ay ewan.

Ewan ko na talaga sa inyo mga inday at indoy.

Mobilecakes

Ever read Neil Gaiman's Babycakes? Look it up. It's OSM.


It's about how one day the animals of the world just disappeared. They didn't leave a note or a message or anything of the sort. They were just gone and no one knew what to do.

My experience this morning was kind of like that.


I'm not always punctual, but people must know that I hate it when I'm late for something,because it happens and I don't like the feeling of missing things and then get left out later on. Well, I was early for today. Even if I had to drive and the engine died a few times because I haven't driven for a while now, I still was worried about being late.

When I arrived, I joked to myself that "hey, wouldn't it be funny, Mishie, if you were the first to arrive despite all this?"

I checked my watch: 7:59am. Wow. I could make it in time.

I should stop talking to myself maybe because I *was* the first one there and I was the *only* one there until, oh....I got frustrated after an hour and a half of waiting and left.

I texted people. And apparently, just like the animals, they all disappeared. No note, no replies, they were just gone. I didn't know what to do. I made myself silly by killing the annoying mosquitoes around me. 10 of them. And one really wanted to leave a bloody mark on me.

"Maybe they've run out of animals in their area and instead decided to eat their cellphones." I thought bitterly.



Mobilecakes.

That must be yummy, something ripped right out of the Happening: people just suddenly getting the urge to kill and devour their cellphones.




And I'm the only one left unaffected.

Dammit, I love my phone. I admit I don't pay attention to it when I'm just at home, when I'm not really expecting any messages. But when there's something up, its stuck to me: in my pocket, on my desk, at my side, on my lap (because I don't have a message tone, it vibrates only)....


But maybe now my phone won't be of much use either.




Should I just eat it as well?

Suddenly...

totsuzen...watashi wa motto yabukeru desu yo.

Koe MV

by Mishie. xD

Dedicated to Happiness~



this is what i do on my free wednesdays. wont last long though :)
06/11/08 (shoot) to 06/18/08 (edit)

talk about vidprod again :D
ONE WOMAN PRODUCTION YO. xD


ps. guess who made cameos! there are 5 of them ;)

I haven't dreamt of flying in a while.

Dreamy Idealist (DI)

(Just visiting? Take the free test and determine your personality type!)

Dreamy Idealists are very cautious and therefore often appear shy and reserved to others. They share their rich emotional life and their passionate convictions with very few people. But one would be very much mistaken to judge them to be cool and reserved. They have a pronounced inner system of values and clear, honourable principles for which they are willing to sacrifice a great deal. Joan of Arc or Sir Galahad would have been good examples of this personality type. Dreamy Idealists are always at great pains to improve the world. They can be very considerate towards others and do a lot to support them and stand up for them. They are interested in their fellow beings, attentive and generous towards them. Once their enthusiasm for an issue or person is aroused, they can become tireless fighters.

For Dreamy Idealists, practical things are not really so important. They only busy themselves with mundane everyday demands when absolutely necessary. They tend to live according to the motto “the genius controls the chaos” - which is normally the case so that they often have a very successful academic career. They are less interested in details; they prefer to look at something as a whole. This means that they still have a good overview even when things start to become hectic. However, as a result, it can occasionally happen that Dreamy Idealists overlook something important. As they are very peace-loving, they tend not to openly show their dissatisfaction or annoyance but to bottle it up. Assertiveness is not one of their strong points; they hate conflicts and competition. Dreamy Idealists prefer to motivate others with their amicable and enthusiastic nature. Whoever has them as superior will never have to complain about not being given enough praise.

As at work, Dreamy Idealists are helpful and loyal friends and partners, persons of integrity. Obligations are absolutely sacred to them. The feelings of others are important to them and they love making other people happy. They are satisfied with just a small circle of friends; their need for social contact is not very marked as they also need a lot of time to themselves. Superfluous small talk is not their thing. If one wishes to be friends with them or have a relationship with them, one would have to share their world of thought and be willing to participate in profound discussions. If you manage that you will be rewarded with an exceptionally intensive, rich partnership. Due to their high demands on themselves and others, this personality type tends however to sometimes overload the relationship with romantic and idealistic ideas to such an extent that the partner feels overtaxed or inferior. Dreamy Idealists do not fall in love head over heels but when they do fall in love they want this to be a great, eternal love.

Arashi Around Asia 2008

HOmaighad.


They're having a second AAA tour this year. The first was in 2006, the concert that I watched over and over and over and over and (yes, i watched this A LOOOOOOOOT) during summer and I memorize the frickin' thing.

I want to go to Taipei and that's in October 11/12 and then of course they have in Japan... where I think Chris will be by that time.


SCHOOL SUCKS BECAUSE THAT'S FRICKIN' THESIS.

But really, seriously? If i just had MONEY and NO THESIS? I would kill to go. KILL.

Or Shanghai. I'd love to go to Shanghai because they've never been their. Neither have I....

But I... DEMMMET.

Like old times? haha.

The Migstah tagged me. Go figure. xD

Alrighty yo.



Rules:

*Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves.
*Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog/somewhere about their ten things and post these rules.
*At the end of your blog, you need to choose ten people to get tagged and list their names.
*Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.

1. i bite the side of my mouth when i'm thinking. it was genetically acquired.

2. i lost 15lbs this summer by watching an Arashi concert. Believe it or not. xD

3. i realized that i find my own laugh annoying. how do you all stand it?

4. i am vain and embarrassed of myself at the same time. : O

5. the dude at the LTO medical exam asked me what my height was. I said 5'1/5'2. and he said, "may 5 feet ka na ba?". The ass.

6. i dance alone in my room. accept it.

7. i remember things less when i'm sleepy than when i'm sloshed.

8. there is a small dead lizard that's squished on the bathroom door. its still stuck there. amazing, although thoroughly creepy.

9. i can curl my tongue into a three-clover thingy.

10. apparently, i look bitchy when i'm not smiling *smiles* uhuhu, i'm really nice. xD


thar.

I taaaaag:

Micah, Marge, Raech, Chris, Meo, Jean, Rai, Kat, Kringle and Pao.

Death of A Secret

adapted from Death of a Secret, a short story by me. xD

uploaded because it was requested. hehe.

Ad Libitum goes to Tagaytay! June7-9,2008

it was osm.

lots of love, food, secrets secrets secrets~
twister, girls gone WEIRD! we were on a high
minus the happy brownies *coughtherebetoskacough*




guys, my back is still itchy yo. xD



Mishie, Micah, Marge, Meo (lotsa "M"s) Chris and Raisa (pasira ng "M" list. xD)

Other pics with Margarita! which is okay...

I got the GOOD stuff on video. >:D MWAHAHAHAHHA

You are...

Jerk
Coward



Face me. I dare you. Face me.

Tense.

Nervous.
Anxious.
Frantic.
Panicking.
Hyperventilating.
Going. Insane.




Uh, huh.



Mishie, it is time.
The truth shall prevail! Let there be no stone left unturned!



I have no original lines.



OMGAJAAJAFIGHTINGYO!

For Your Information

And Lord, I LIVE! Well, I have been alive but posts on Multiply don't really display how I've been living. Lots of things going on in my life (busy but not eventful, if that makes any sense).

In connection to my last entry. I think Life didn't take off with everyone else. Just one. And boy, do I seriously want to kick that person's ass for being dumb enough to go with Life. Seriously. Just. One. Good. Hard. Kick. Scratch "ass", I'm going for a frontal kick. Thank you very much.

But whatever, Tarot card prediction or not. "Death" is slapped on your forehead like the huge sign for me to KICK. YOUR. ASS.

I am full of love for this person. I really am.


ANYHOO. Whatever. I'm answering Marge's tagging thing because I seldom get tagged *weeps in corner* so this is my chance! *fist in the air*

Forgive me. I seldom get these moments. Let me have my simple joys...


GAME!

rules of the road:

share 8 things that the readers don't know about you.

then at the end, you tag 8 other bloggers to:

-Each blogger must post these rules first.

-Each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.

-Bloggers who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.

-At then end of your blog, you need to chose eight people to get tagged, and list their names. 

-Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog..

ÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜ

MISHIEFACTS:

1. I never finished watching E.T. as a kid. I was hella scared of E.T. and thought he would grab my foot when I'm lying down on my bed and pull me to who-on-earth-knows-where. He's still in my nightmares sometimes.

2. Believe it or not, and I'm saying this because I just mentioned it to someone earlier. I actually dislike Baileys. *gets condemned and stoned*

3. my iPod is 95% Asian song filled. In addition to that, if you can't understand what you pronounced, for other titles, you might not even be able to read it. Unless you're Chinese and can hint at the Japanese titles.

4. i have an unhealthy obsession with notebooks. i buy so many that i never use but love. i bought 2 today. I don't plan to ever use either.

5. it's my Best Friend's (who lives in HongKong) 20th birthday on Sunday (june 1) but despite us being best friends, i have ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA on how to contact her. I don't know her cell number, address, email...NOTHING. In connection to her, 4 years ago (after she had moved from the Philippines two years before with absolutely NO contact), she and her younger brother, out of the blue, ended up knocking on my front door. LITERALLY, the knocked on our front door with no warning. That was the best surprise i ever had from any of my friends ever.

6. i find that the best feeling in the world is when I'm laughing so hard that i find it insanely difficult to breathe. A bit masochistic, but the feeling is awesome.

7. I have only watched one Jackie Chan movie and one Jet Li movie. It's called the Forbidden Kingdom. xD Yes! I've never watched anything before that. Get over it. hahaha!

8. in my entire life, I've only ever liked 2 guys that were complete strangers to me (strangers meaning, i didn't know anything about them apart from their name and their course--i'm learning new things in college indeed). the first hand-un-ful of guys were all good friends of mine.

DONE!!!!

Now I shall tag eight!!!

1. Jean
2. chris
3. meo
4. raech
5. kat
6. (olordihavenofriends)...uh...kringle! xD
7. alex
8. jayme

Pardon, but there's an empty spot beside me.

but life used to sit there once . And up until that time, there was always life in that place.

But I guess life got bored and decided to go on vacation. With other people, without me. I would have thought that life enjoyed my company and I thought to myself that, hey, for the first time and as weird as this may sound, "hey, this might be a keeper. Life is really enjoyable."

Then, poof.

I miss life. But the thing is, i don't know who between the two of us started to drift away first. My fault? Or you got bored with me? or or or... maybe the bond between us wasn't as strong as i thought?

 
And i realize, that more people are starting to go poof just like life.

Life, you can go, but don't take everyone else with you.

But you want the truth? I don't want you to go either.


************

Life = whut?
i'm not emo.
but I do want krispy kreme now. xD

Ten Things

Tagged by Alex. So i'll tag Ad Libitum for this since she tagged my other friends too :P

On a side note, I'm still wondering what meme means.

The rules are easy, just post 10 things that recently made you happy! Then tag 10 people and force them to post this meme on their blogs.

1. Going out with my bro and dad last night - so 10000BC was just "o.k." but i still love Camilla Belle. xD and its the first time we went to Gale to go out. Miiiiracclllee~ North people must pat me on the back.

2. saw a really cute kid that looked like he could have been the filipino chibi version of Nino when he was young. He was SO ADORABLE i could cry.

3. My Lola's 80'th bday celebration. Del Rosarios are the vainest people ever. We really need to get paid for the 1000000x pictures we took. Gossip girl, Tatler, 60's and Janina San Miguel~

4. Kat and Siobe banggagness~

5 subjects down... ONE MORE TO GO!!! 

6. Hana wa Sakura Kimi wa Utsukushi <3

7. Sakura Sake!!! You do the trick every time.

8. That 60's Dress. xD

9. bought shoelaces yesterday. Simple joys.

10. my bro convincing me that i'm sleepy when i was denying that i was sleepy... but he was right. And it was funny.

Cat's Call

que horror.

final individual project woohoo! :D

Little Windy Smaller .wmv

2nd video :D

whoa

you should never take other people's things.


the chase video for my video production class! i had a LOT of fun conceptualizing, shooting and editing the whole thing. It took a LOT of time and effort...since.. i thought about it for weeks.. but well this is it! i hope you like it!

i dont know if it looks better small or big... but anyway. try both!

thanks to everyone who helped especially Micah, Rai and Chris! Let's make another one! :D

The Caramel Penguin - vidprod KOMERsyal Group 4.avi

http://caramelpenguin.multiply.com/video/item/3/vidprod_KOMERsyal_Group_4.avi
Our first Vidprod exercise. comment! :D

the one about the komersyal

That day was both fun and horribly devastating for me. The shooting day I mean. it was only 8 o' clock in the morning. EIGHT! not even nine. Geez and I got pickpocketed in the Stairway to Heaven on the way to the MRT (the stairway to heaven definitely does NOT deserve that name and is, therefore, sarcastic on many many levels). I got pickpocketed. And it was NOT a cheap little something-something. It was a very expensive something-something that isn't even in the philippines and I still do hope very much that even if it was a week ago already that that person would be struck by lightning and lose the ability to see and use his hands so that he/she will never get to use what they stole from me. See, it wasn't even MINE. So please, its yours. So long as you get struck by lightning and lose the ability to see and use your hands.

I vented.

And so that was the awful part of my day that, yes, almost ruined the shoot for me. Since I'm the cinematographer and the camera person too, i had to get my head into the shoot lest, you know, I ruin it for everyone. Sooo~ back to business. Well, I'm going to say that, honestly, the shoot went easier than i had imagined. And AND i think it was because 1) there were 5 of us in the group 2) our talents were REALLY into it and 3) the video was only 15 seconds. With such conditions, of course the shoot went smoothly. And that made me think a LOT about how my individual shoots would be when I have to be the director for everything and everyone. I just hope that my future talents would be cooperative and patient with me. And i hope that the equipment and other future requirements and conditions would cooperate as well because, geez, fotocom was only a taste of the real thing.

During the shoot too, i was worrying so much about the lighting. No, not the lighting that we had during the shoot but the lighting that i would eventually have to use when we make the other videos. In a way, my head wasn't on the video after our shooting, but more on what i would have to do for our other videos in the future. The pressure, and I have a big tendency to worry about things that shouldn't have to be worried about at that exact moment (i like making bigger problems for myself, it seems), was and IS getting to me.

I guess i hoped that i would have played a bigger role during our first shoot. I mean, of course i did my fair share (and the group really did give their best during the shoot) its just that, i personally think that i should have tried my hand at everything. i wasn't able to help out in the pre-production stage aside from the buying of the white stockings and gloves. I'm a nut for prod design so i sort of wished that i would have done something more with that.

what i got to appreciate about our first shoot the most was the campus and the fact that I enjoyed my time there because everyone i was with that day were my friends. UP-D is my mom's alma mater and although she never boasts about it, i think its still a pretty big deal. it made me wonder why i never really seriously consider studying there. When i think about it sometimes, the Interactive Design course of ADMU and Visual Communication course of UP seem to attract me a lot at times (but not as much as the MMA course in CSB where i was originally supposed to go with that full scholarship had it not been announced so late). I wonder why i'm in commarts...because there are times that, (okay i like films and tv and all but) i don't want to be behind the camera all the time. Like i said, i like trying my hand at everything so maybe i can try other things than be the one holding the camera. its sometimes not so fun to be the spectator all the time. you want to be in that spotlight sometimes too (or is it just me).

okay, that's off topic, i think...

so what really frustrated me about the shoot?

very little. you know why?

because i'm still to wrapped up about the getting pick-pocketed thing like NO JOKE. and its EATING my brain.

'till the next rant...

*bow*