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September 25th, 2007
"we've all got our junk, and my junk is you"
I want you to know
The time that we've spent
How great it's been
How much it's meant
Gosh, I don't know what to say
I'm really glad you feel that way
'Cause I'm afraid
That I like you more
Than I've ever liked
Any guy before
'Cause now, my love
I'm getting what I've always been dreaming of
So are you,
Fantasies come true
And now I swear,
When you want me I'm gonna be right there
To care, For you
Fantasies come true...
Been awhile. :)
September 18th, 2007
Been awhile since the last post. Uh, so the FF8-2 has been debunked, while FF7 remake remains...speculative. Heads up on that came from Gino
, and Gigi
Outside of that, there isn't much to post about. I just came back from a study-sleepover with the Hi165 groupmates. We're putting together a puppet show of the Phil-American war. My heart goes out to Juan Luna. ;_; That study session also proves: God bless the internet. (Either that or the Jewish conspiracy is true: WWW is the mark of the antichrist. Either way, it's some kind of a blessing?)
To the chorvaloo files! I remember as a kid waiting for hours as Mum fiddled with a 30 second commercial in an editing studio. Mom wouldn't be home for days if it was an especially tricky commercial she needed to work on. It's hard to imagine having had to go through all that with Adobe Premiere, Moviemaker, and its ilk. The hours are still long, but its become much easier to edit from the comfort of home.
Let's take a look at some of the wonders of editing, featuring -- FAKE AND RECUT MOVIE TRAILERS!
It's simple really, but first you 'Must Love Jaws'...
Then ponder the ( 10 things I Hate About CommandmentsCollapse )
before getting tucked in by ( Scary Mary [Poppins]Collapse )
And beware of being ( Sleepless in SeattleCollapse )
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September 13th, 2007
"cause I love traaash"
I'm actually not big on gossip rags, but I enjoy the occasional heaping of Hollywood trash from time to time. I used to spend vacations vegetating on channel E! back in Jakarta. I love my True Hollywood Stories and Hollywood's Greatest Mysteries. xD I don't even really care about what Britney's up to. I never really went through a Britney phase, I put my Christina and Mandy Moore albums on loop more than I did 'Baby one more time...' I lost respect for her when I realized that she recycled the 'Baby one more time's loop for 'Oops I did it again'.
But man, her VMA performance has been such a trainwreck to watch! That and Vanessa Hudgens's nude photos--xD
, where I first saw Vanessa Hudgens's birthday fur. Celebrity gossip is not its central theme, it's an all-around blog site with flash game recommendations, crazy videos, and an internet trend tracker of sorts (we miss ya, Numa Numa Man!).
Speaking of -- have some of you people followed the Chris Crocker dramarama? xD Kid cries over people bashing Britney, really. So say hello to the new internet celebrity -- LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE!
- warning, highly emotional, disturbing content.
Which of course, brings forth a whole string of youtube replies including one from Perez Hilton (http://perezhilton.com
Best one: Chris Crocker's Father: Where did I go wrong?
.Tags: chorvaloo files
"is it me you're looking for?"
Blogging while waiting for Mica to get my e-load.
I decided to work from home today. I've been fighting off the under-the-weather feeling for sometime, and I reckon I could afford to cut today.
There are days when I really should just duck for cover and stay there a bit.
I'm working on my hi165 script. It's tricky, covering the war -- there are so many personalities involved, and so many things happening in a single moment.
September 9th, 2007
"I'm not even supposed to be here today"
Ushers in theatres can't be too nice. They'll have to be as nice as some flight attendants: hospitable, but stern. Theatre extends its discipline even to its audience, and with the advent of digital camera and cellphones...it takes a lot to make them sit their asses down and pay attention. It IS a live show.
May there be a special place in hell reserved for people who complain about getting the last row in the theatre. Folks, either fork over money for premium seats, or just book a different date. You picked your seats, it's not our fault you're sitting on them. Now make the most of it -- Sit tight, turn off your phones, and shut up.
And we really mean turn OFF your phones, NOT "put them on mute", Asscakes.
September 2nd, 2007
I owe the RoD blog a few entries and a paper, I'll get to that when I wake up with my brain intact. I blame the cannibalism 69 joke. :P
Of all the books I'm strangely fascinated with now, it's 'Noli Me Tangere'. I kid you not. I find it novel how some things really haven't changed over the years, and I'm waffled by its map of manila back in ye olden days. Again, I say, Sisa made me cry. (Wait, I'm pretty sure I wrote about this before...bah, I don't remember anymore)
I got this very weird idea to translate Noli as a fighting game. Padre Damaso will jump-fly his way ala that winged monster from Tekken, with a special magical attack called "Preach". Padre Salvi on the other hand, will have a special attack called Grope -- guess what that does?
In the meantime, Maria Clara is armed with a fan while Sisa has a beserker mode. Sisa also has the magical attack called "Kundiman", which works the same way as Maria Clara's "Canto".
My favorite is still Ibarra's finishing move...he bombs himself, and turns into Simone. Attack. Win.
Select Player 1 or 2? Up to the challenge?
September 1st, 2007
"ask me something easier, a smile, a kiss..."
Do you want to be a better writer? Do you want me to help you be a better writer? Than you'll take my comments straight up, undiluted. I don't do it to be mean, and if you think I'm mean just because I called you out on your mixed metaphors and grammatical errors, you're not someone I should be commenting on. Find a different editor, get someone else's opinion, because you're sure not jiving well with mine.
I can agree to disagree. I can put that aside, but I won't take to being called mean because I use my education, upbringing, and do my damn job
If you do not understand where I'm coming from, you are not worth my time, attention, frustration, and heartache.
Now if you excuse me, I have a panel to prepare for tomorrow.
August 31st, 2007
"leave me alone forever"
Pardon, in the disorganization of my existance, I'm scrambling for some purpose. This entry may or may not make sense, but it beats sitting in the dark.
I flirt with typewriters. Kinda. I'm not keen on sticky keys and ink ribbons, but I like the clackety sound and my fingers on the keys. Typewriters aren't made for me though, with my tendency to make errors.
I've been told that I type way too quickly, but for once I found something that can keep up with my train of thought. Sucks that it wakes my Mom up when I'm not supposed to, or gives The Boy a painful earful over webmic, but there's something satisfying about it. Like now.
There must be something wrong if the only thing I'm getting right this sem is philosophizing. Marcel's writing style is still annoying, but I'm amazed at how much sense he makes when I scrounge for a way to explain him.
For philo class I had to force myself up at ye olde ungodly hour of 5.30 to make it to school at 8.30. Nothing new, really, but it sucks when it's for a showing of a film I have on DVD. It counted on attendance, I can't worm my way out of that. @_@ The movie was 'The End of the Affair', based on the Graham Greene novel starring Ralph Fiennes, Stephen Rea, and Julianne Moore. It's a deeply moving film, lush with characters and imagery of a torrid romance between a married woman and a writer. It touches on the subject of god, miracles, coincidences, and the sense of promises.
How can anyone tell between dumb luck and a miracle nowadays? How can we ever tell if its pointing us to our fate? The Greeks believe in a sense of moira, and how turning away from his fate leads to insufferable consequence and hardship. Then again, aren't these the same people who illustrated a man blinded and mother-fucked by the hands of fate?
Here's hoping for a better weekend, or week.