http://tabulas.com/~stupid_nymph/ tabulas.com change this in your admin panel! en Mon, 09 Jul 2007 01:34:00 +0000 Personal resolutions. I WILL... Even though the year 2007 has not finished, and we are currently more than halfway done with it, I hereby came up with a list of PERSONAL RESOLUTIONS for the month of JULY, which I’ll promise not to break for the thousandth time. This, in a way, is a huge step for me so don’t laugh! Hehehe.

 

I WILL…

 

  1. I WILL stop renting more than 5 movies per Friday at Video City and not watch them.
  2. I WILL save up at least a portion of my monthly salary.
  3. I WILL get started on my “abuse” Cinemalaya indie film screenplay.
  4. I WILL stop procrastinating.
  5. I WILL come to work ON TIME. (Maybe with the exception of days of heavy cramp-age or rainfall.)
  6. I WILL think first before I talk. Prudence, they call it.
  7. I WILL be more friendly—not phony biotch friendly—but friendly.
  8. I WILL stop chugging down soda.
  9. I WILL stop sulking about not having boyfriend. (Note to self: Stop being picky! Though officemates have been egging me on with certain office friend who seems to have exceptional qualities, I find myself smirking at concept and shaking head at thought of it, giggling like a buffoon. Snort!)
  10. I WILL watch Michael Bay’s TRANSFORMERS sometime this week!!! – as to not be left out in group discussions of the movie. Everyone I KNOW has seen it!!! Though I really need someone to go with! Haaay. 
]]> http://tabulas.com/~stupid_nymph/1447114.html http://tabulas.com/~stupid_nymph/1447114.html Mon, 09 Jul 2007 01:34:00 +0000 Shit in French and Filtering System I talk too much. I have no filtering system. I usually think out loud and end up wide-eyed and shocked at self after saying something really stupid and weird. As soon as I turn my back to the person I was talking to, I’d cringe and think to myself--“ what the hell was THAT all about?!”

 

Like this afternoon—at the office. In direct relation with the thrown conversation topic, I articulated that I usually learn all the swear words first when studying a foreign language (because they are the most useful, hehe)—which is totally true. (I kept a collection of translations back in the 9th grade—pathetic I know.)

Edwin and Abbey looked at me from across the room. Then Edwin asks what the French word for “shit” is.

I paused and thought for a while. Shit. I knew this one! Henry and Frank and Chris would always yell this one out loud in the school hallway after realizing that they had an unannounced quiz for Ms. Young’s French 2.

Tip of the tongue. Can’t get it out. I must’ve looked like a total ass—and I cringe now even more as I relive the moment.

“Sheeit?” I wanted to call out loud in French accent—but then that would be totally corny and …corny. =P Haha.

 

So yeah. I ended up making a total ass of myself because my mouth got ahead of me again—which is pretty frequent.

 

Freudian slip?

 

Sheis! Merde!

]]> http://tabulas.com/~stupid_nymph/1447112.html http://tabulas.com/~stupid_nymph/1447112.html Mon, 09 Jul 2007 01:32:55 +0000 lay off! Grr. No, I will not sleep with you!

...and we cannot share a blanket!

Perv!

]]> http://tabulas.com/~stupid_nymph/1404183.html http://tabulas.com/~stupid_nymph/1404183.html Sat, 14 Apr 2007 02:21:49 +0000 Recount of Post Prod January Something 2007, 8:15pm


 I’ve drastically lost weight—from all the physical and mental labor I have invested in our movie, “Nakaw Na Pangarap”. No sleep, no food, no everything—my wallet lost a lot of weight too…actually, it’s already empty. The total cost of the filmmaking process was way beyond my price range. It was an ambitious film,  an ambitious budget and an ambitious director…not no regrets. Absolutely NO regrets. In fact, I’d do it all over again if I had the chance. =)…and the resources. I’ve made friends with the cast and crew, so it’s a pretty square deal.
Geez, I remember the 2nd overnight editing session over at the mansion. It was Sunday. Falco, Diane and Ian all showed up at the mansion coincidentally at the same time at 3 AM. Ian came from his house and Falco and Diane came from their date.
So yeah. Basically we all went upstairs to the editing room. Was happy with the new company. Popper and Tia Dely were getting pretty stale—both of them were already sleeping. The only live ones were me and Kit.
Falco and Diane both left at 7 A.M so it was basically me, Popper, Ian and Tia Dely left. The editing continued. Popper left at 11A.M and left me P500.00 for lunch. At lunchtime, we all piled into Ian’s van and headed straight for Jollibee Siena. At that time, my hair was already a mess, my eyebags were growing…actually, so was everyone’s.
We made a quick stop over at Mini Stop at Masambong. Kit got off and me, Ian and Tia Dely ended up talking in the van as we waited for him. Only then did I learn that he was a boyband member.
    “Weh!” I said, my bloodshot eyes growing big in skepticism.
   “Yeah.” Ian persisted, nodding his brows at me.
He sang for the boyband, “Loaded”—a pop group. I didn’t really quite know what to make out of that information. Part of me wanted to giggle coz the first “boyband” thought that entered my head was of the boyband “2gether”—and we all know how at least one member of every popular boyband ends up gay—not that homosexuality is a bad thing—I mean, I tolerate it—but the way I presently perceive boybands affects the way I perceive Ian—and I pretty much think it’s unfair to him—to instantly think that he’s gay just because he was in a boyband. But yeah, he did go through the whole boyband promotion thing—from mall tours to photo ops to the recording and the whole: “Girl….oh girl! I wanna be your boy…” thing. Hehehe. I’m terrible.
     Kit reappears at the passenger seat with a bag of water bottles and a bag of junk food. We drove back to the mansion. So yeah, we all lay out on the couches in the living room.
    Kit took a seat on the fancy schmancy sofa, Ian sat right across from him. He talked about redesigning the mansion—if he ever lived in it.
We were laughing hysterically. Well, I was laughing my ass off the whole time. Anyway, we eventually moved upstairs to do more editing.
 
     In the process, I found myself sleeping next to Ian. Not on the same bed though. He was lying on the mattress next to me, facing my direction and SURPRISINGLY he doesn’t snore. So yeah…there. I had to get up and help out with the editing process. I was too mentally and physically drained. I PASSED OUT again, drifting off into a dreamless sleep and waking up to the same face of boyband dude sleeping beside me. Hee. He looked good. =) Giggle giggle.
 
I got up and went to the bathroom. It’s been a really long day. I haven’t showered, haven’t brushed my teeth and haven’t groomed yet. I totally reeked. Ian was still sleeping. Kit was still editing. Yvette had left.
The lock on the bathroom door was broken and every person that had to use the bathroom had to be cautious. I most certainly was. Yvette had gone to the dorm to shower while I was sleeping so I was basically stuck with Kit and Ian. I had no one to ask to watch over the bathroom door. Heck I smelled really bad already. I just needed to change my shirt really quick. It would only take a few seconds. So I started to change my shirt and was about to put on my green shirt when suddenly IAN walks in and I was still half dressed!
    “Hey!” I shouted, pulling the shirt down hurriedly.
“Sorry.” He said, but still CONTINUED on go inside the bathroom. What’s up with that?! I grabbed my reeky shirt and hurried out the bathroom. It became kinda awkward after.
 
]]> http://tabulas.com/~stupid_nymph/1389425.html http://tabulas.com/~stupid_nymph/1389425.html Sun, 18 Mar 2007 10:07:59 +0000 Reunited Alas, we’re back in touch again, me and L [real name withheld]. He now lives in the mainland. We go way back in high school—in art class, D Period. He was the “New Guy”, and I was a senior theater freak trying to survive AP Lit class. I remember spending lunch period alone, walking through the school corridor trying to memorize lines for “Shakespeare’s Idiots” when I saw him sitting alone by the lockers. He was looking at me. I smiled at him politely—


 

He smiled back, got up, and walked towards me and shook my hand, maintaining eye contact. He was taller than I was, clean cut, with his deep brown eyes. “I’m L. [real name withheld!] Your name is?”


 I forgot everything I was memorizing in that instant…If I were an anime character, my eyes would’ve definitely been half open and I’d be floating on pastel colored leaves and bubbles. The awkwardness of the situation melted away a bit.  I gave him my name. The bell rang…
In the few weeks that I’ve known him, he would always sit on my assigned seat in homeroom class, drop by my locker after class and sit next to me in art class. The awkwardness would again return whenever I could feel his gaze all throughout Mr. Smith’s lecture on Da Vinci and Michaelangelo. I began to shy away…I was pathetic.
…until he had to move.
…It didn’t take long before I had to move as well.
]]> http://tabulas.com/~stupid_nymph/1389424.html http://tabulas.com/~stupid_nymph/1389424.html Sun, 18 Mar 2007 10:04:01 +0000 textcapade 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…

 

]]> http://tabulas.com/~stupid_nymph/1381510.html http://tabulas.com/~stupid_nymph/1381510.html Sat, 03 Mar 2007 15:41:46 +0000 i cleaned my room today 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. 

 

]]> http://tabulas.com/~stupid_nymph/1374811.html http://tabulas.com/~stupid_nymph/1374811.html Mon, 19 Feb 2007 00:26:43 +0000 Scary night out...never again! 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.

]]> http://tabulas.com/~stupid_nymph/1370556.html http://tabulas.com/~stupid_nymph/1370556.html Sun, 11 Feb 2007 15:02:24 +0000 Object of My Affections...from afar. "Beautiful.... You rock." he said.

I'd die happy. =) 

 

--O.O.M.A

]]> http://tabulas.com/~stupid_nymph/1354196.html http://tabulas.com/~stupid_nymph/1354196.html Thu, 11 Jan 2007 06:22:49 +0000 Iago, Gemini, Mandela and Co. January 6, 2007

 

     Yesterday was the 3rd 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.     

 

 

]]> http://tabulas.com/~stupid_nymph/1354194.html http://tabulas.com/~stupid_nymph/1354194.html Thu, 11 Jan 2007 06:20:12 +0000 http://tabulas.com/~stupid_nymph/1381488.html http://tabulas.com/~stupid_nymph/1381488.html Sat, 03 Mar 2007 15:24:07 +0000