TV is NOT my friend...

This thing conked out on me last night. It just decided that it didn't want to work (I probably just forgot to charge its batteries, but then it's always more convenient to blame it on the machine). I could've used the old reliable pen and paper to write down my thoughts or even draw something but it would be a big hassle working in the dark. The dark helps me relax. Helps me think.

I was so mad when I got home last night. Mad about a lot of things. Mad for lots of reasons. Reasons I may not even know or am aware of. And for the life of me, I do not understand why when it comes to this one person, I have the shortest fuse. I explode. But I do not hate this person. Not at all. You could even say that this person occupies a special place in my heart. Does familiarity breed contempt? It may, in some cases. But I don't believe it's true in this one.

I know it's not right and I have to apologize. It's wrong for me to take it out on this person.

Maybe we just need to have a long overdue talk.

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This song sounded strangely familar...

7 Seconds
Youssou Ndour & Neneh Cherry

Boul ma sene, boul ma guiss madi re nga fokni mane
Khamouma li neka thi sama souf ak thi guinaw
Beugouma kouma khol oaldine yaw li neka si yaw
Mo ne si man, li ne si mane moye dilene diapale
Roughneck and rudeness,
We should be using, on the ones who practice wicked charms
For the sword and the stone
Bad to the bone
Battle is not over
Even when it’s won
And when a child is born into this world
It has no concept
Of the tone the skin is living in
It’s not a second
7 seconds away
Just as long as I stay
I’ll be waiting
It’s not a second
7 seconds away
Just as long as I stay
I’ll be waiting x3
J’assume les raisons qui nous poussent de changer tout,
J’aimerais qu’on oublie leur couleur pour qu’ils esperent
Beaucoup de sentiments de race qui font qu’ils desesperent
Je veux les portes grandements ouvertes,
Des amis pour parler de leur peine, de leur joie
Pour qu’ils leur filent des infos qui ne divisent pas
Changer
7 seconds away
Just as long as I stay
I’ll be waiting
It’s not a second
7 seconds away
Just as long as I stay
I’ll be waiting x3
And when a child is born into this world
It has no concept
Of the tone the skin is living in
And there’s a million voices
And there’s a million voices
To tell you what she should be thinking
So you better sober up for just a second
7 seconds away
Just as long as I stay
I’ll be waiting
It’s not a second
7 seconds away
Just as long as I stay
I’ll be waiting
It’s not a second
7 seconds away
Just as long as I stay
I’ll be waiting

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Two equally beautiful ladies who talk equally funny, the hosts of VH1 Cindy and Maike.

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I don't mean to be a prude, but I honestly think the "MTV Generation" shouldn't be seeing this. (or maybe they should?)

Behind the lens again...

Yesterday, after what seemed an eternity, we head off to the distant urban jungle on the borders of Pasig and Cainta to shoot this guy. Tired and lost amidst the nauseating hot pink and electric blue MMDA overpasses, bridges and male urinal booths, we braved the Marikina, Antipolo and Cainta traffic. Just thought I'd put this down. :-D

Later...

"B" is for Boredom

I'm not really the type of person that makes plans for myself (except maybe for work, which I take very seriously). When it comes to work, I would like it to be more or less predictable. Predictable in the sense that I follow a sort of time table or schedule (or some semblance of it). But when it comes to personal time, I like to keep it open. So when something comes up, I could make a decision right away. The downside of it though is when nothing comes up. Then I'd have to think of something to do. And there are a million things to do. Problem is, I couldn't think of anything. :-(

I was going through my dvd and vcd collection and I couldn't find anything that I felt like watching. Before I left the office I thought that I'd start drawing again, something like a-drawing-a-day sort of thing. So I brought home my sketchbooks and my pens and pencils so I could do a drawing for tonight. But I really didn't feel like doing that either.

While having dinner, I turned on the TV. I don't have cable cause I find it impractical to have it (and did I mention that I used to have cable? No? Well I did. Paid the cable guy off with the joining fee and he got me connected permanently... Well not really, but I did enjoy it for a little over a-year-and-a-half ;-)). Since I usually go home late at night and i'm more often than not too tired to do anything else but sleep. So i had to make do with my indoor antenna. I surfed whatever channels the TV was getting. Channel 2 had really bad reception, there was hardly any picture and the dialog were only murmurs. Channels 5 and 7 were coming in faintly. Channel 9 looked fairly ok as well as channel 11 and 21. The only channels that were coming in loud and clear were channels 23 and 41 (MTV).


On Oprah:
I really don't have that much to say about Oprah since I don't really watch it... In fact, I rarely watch TV. Anyway, I just found out that the episode I saw was an old one which was about Tatum O'Neal's explosive (Oprah kept repeating that, "explosive" to the point of irritating...) confessions.


On American Idol:
I've always been wondering what all the fuss was about. I mean I've seen the audition videos and that William Hung guy's video circulating around in e-mail. I'd have to admit, it was very entertaining (or was it because I watched the finals with all the celebrities and stuff?).


On Chicks with guitars:
Just what is it about chicks with guitars? Don't you think that a girl playing guitar is hot, or is it just my fetish? I caught an old Jewel Kilcher video and Sade's Cherish The Day video (she was playing guitar in that one) on MTV and... Oh my... *breaks out in sweat* And on Inquirer TV, they did a story on the indie music scene and I think Aia of Imago is really purrrty.

That's too much TV for one night. Now back to our regular programming...

Murphy's Laws

After a week-long hiatus (read: a week-long DVDmarathon with occassional bathroom breaks), I finally got to catch up with sleep and doing practically nothing, which is a welcome thing since me and KV had our noses buried in tons of corrections and revisions, re-corrections and re-revisions of a project that started in November of last year. Its been passed on from Kat to KV around late February and she had been learning the ropes from then. And it has been our nightmare for the past several months.

Just when I thought it was finally over (I mean given that we weren't pressuring the supplier to deliver on a close-to-impossible date and we were just relying on their 5-day delivery guarantee), it wasn't. My cover girl looked like lechon and I did NOT like it one bit. And so did the client, of course.

I wouldn't really want to get into the details. It doesn't really deserve to even be remembered.

It's something I don't really subscibe to or actually believe in it but Murphy's Law seems to have a way of actually happening. Other than that or its just pure bad luck.

MURPHY'S LAWS

1. Nothing is as easy as it looks.
2. Everything takes longer than you think.
3. Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.
4. If there is a possibility of several things going wrong, the one that will cause the most damage will be the one to go wrong. Corollary: If there is a worse time for something to go wrong, it will happen then.
5. If anything simply cannot go wrong, it will anyway.
6. If you perceive that there are four possible ways in which a procedure can go wrong, and circumvent these, then a fifth way, unprepared for, will promptly develop.
7. Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse.
8. If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.
9. Nature always sides with the hidden flaw.
10. Mother nature is a bitch.
11. It is impossible to make anything foolproof because fools are so ingenious.
12. Whenever you set out to do something, something else must be done first.
13. Every solution breeds new problems.

Honestly, I think it's just superstition. And I think Murphy's an optimist. ;-)

Finally... (I hope...)

I get to go home today. I get to sleep tonight, on my bed. At home.

But I'm not quite happy about it. My water supply got cut off. Building administration's way of extorting association due payments from hardworking citizens like me. At least yesterday I had a full bucket stored. But I used all of it when I took a much needed dump.

Oh well, out from one hell hole and into another. Its probably not my day. Or the whole past couple of weeks for that matter. I'll probabaly just treat myself to a new pair of sneaks when we put this effing magazine that we've been working on since God-knows-when to print.

I'm looking forward to sleep though. and if ever I couldn't, at least I'd have DVDs to keep me company. One's a macho movie, a chick-flick and a comic-book-to-movie adaptation. And I get to play with this while watching... :)

Perhaps it's not that all bad.

Flesh & Blood Nightmare

This is what has been keeping me awake for the past week. My living nightmare. If I had a voodoo knife set I would name it after this and cure myself of this sleeplessness...

WTF?!?*(^))(^&*^%(*&%*(&%&*(%

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