One more day of screening for the sound engineer position.
Being this busy again makes everything that came before it seem like a dream. I'm back in the real world of deadlines, speed, efficiency and ulcers.
I stepped back into the working world with a plan. No more days spent dicking around on facebook, feigning productivity by editing pet projects once a week. The plan was to get productive, learn a skill and get financially independent again.
not all plans work out the way you want.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Stuff it with meaning
Two weeks.
Maybe that's all we get, two weeks.
Two weeks of sun, sand, sea and sky.
A mojito here, a puka beach sunset there, and it is over.
But who am I to complain, two weeks is more than what some people ever get.
In as much as I'd like to go into the literal sense of it all, I'm thinking boring you with the specifics at this ungodly hour would do neither of us any good.
So I'm going back to bed now.
I'll get back to you when I've figured out all the characters in my head.
Chances are I won't.
Two weeks isn't much time to get to know why people do what they do. Then again, two weeks should be more than enough.
Maybe that's all we get, two weeks.
Two weeks of sun, sand, sea and sky.
A mojito here, a puka beach sunset there, and it is over.
But who am I to complain, two weeks is more than what some people ever get.
In as much as I'd like to go into the literal sense of it all, I'm thinking boring you with the specifics at this ungodly hour would do neither of us any good.
So I'm going back to bed now.
I'll get back to you when I've figured out all the characters in my head.
Chances are I won't.
Two weeks isn't much time to get to know why people do what they do. Then again, two weeks should be more than enough.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Oh Jaeger...
Never have Jaegermeister shots the evening before an early skimboarding class.
'Nuff said.
'Nuff said.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
A death in the family
My dog HiGuy died today. And guess what, I cried more for him than I did for my Aunt Mary. Have I just reached a new low? Or am I just emotionally constipated???
Thursday, May 6, 2010
the merry month of May...
The merry month of May indeed.
My thoughts have been dark and nihilistic lately. Which is ironic, since I really don't have that much to complain about. I could complain about not having a steady gig or a decent paycheck, but that's really a bit of my fault.
I blamed the dark thoughts on PMS - but then that should've been over a week ago.
It seems like everybody around me is a disappointment lately. Maybe I'm the disappointment.
I'm a little confused right now. Must be the darkness again.
My thoughts have been dark and nihilistic lately. Which is ironic, since I really don't have that much to complain about. I could complain about not having a steady gig or a decent paycheck, but that's really a bit of my fault.
I blamed the dark thoughts on PMS - but then that should've been over a week ago.
It seems like everybody around me is a disappointment lately. Maybe I'm the disappointment.
I'm a little confused right now. Must be the darkness again.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Goodbye February
I think I've found the upside to my current gig.
more on this later.
February is over...that was fast.
February is over...that was fast.
Friday, February 19, 2010
when a rat denies it is back in the race...
Riding the MRT depresses me. Walking through Cubao is close to my definition of hell.
I get on the MRT and I try not to look at the women around me. They all look sad. Like if I asked them, they might tell me about how there was only one thing in their life that made them happy. Okay, I know what you're thinking - that one thing is better than nothing. Still, all those sad looking people...it is disconcerting. Maybe because I'm in the carriage with them.
They also look tired. I don't blame them. I look tired. Commuting in Manila has that effect on you.
I'm hungry. My last meal was something depressing from 7-11. Yes, I know, that's more that what other people have. Just let me get this distaste for commuting again out of my system.
I'm tired, hungry, and thinking about depressed looking women on the MRT. And am staying home on a Friday night, dammit.
I need to find an up-side to this filmmaking gig.
I miss my car.
I get on the MRT and I try not to look at the women around me. They all look sad. Like if I asked them, they might tell me about how there was only one thing in their life that made them happy. Okay, I know what you're thinking - that one thing is better than nothing. Still, all those sad looking people...it is disconcerting. Maybe because I'm in the carriage with them.
They also look tired. I don't blame them. I look tired. Commuting in Manila has that effect on you.
I'm hungry. My last meal was something depressing from 7-11. Yes, I know, that's more that what other people have. Just let me get this distaste for commuting again out of my system.
I'm tired, hungry, and thinking about depressed looking women on the MRT. And am staying home on a Friday night, dammit.
I need to find an up-side to this filmmaking gig.
I miss my car.
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