Hello LJ. I moved. I'm still keeping this one, though, so I hope you will too. Find me on accidentprawn. Friend me na rin. I'm pressed for time so I haven't friended everyone yet. But, yay.
Gah, it's midnight and I should be asleep. I've updated Turn; I felt I couldn't update without saying SOMETHING about Milenyo, so I did. That's all I'm gonna say about that.
I've been busy with school (what I now refer to as my job teaching at the De La Salle-College of Saint Benilde), work (what I now refer to as my day job writing for an upcoming music website) and ballet (what I've always called what I do at our family-run dance studio, though for a time it was also what I called my professional dancing career, hence the need to clarify). I have net connection at work, but I don't think I have time to blog or update Turn, I've got lots to do and for the first time in my life, I'll only work (I promised myself) during the prescribed 8:30-5:30 sked and not more than that unless I need to watch this artist or that band, etc.
I'll find time, I know I will.
Last night (well, Monday night), at the Chilitees album relaunch, I flexed my social skills, something I haven't done in a while. It was funny. I actually said, "Hello Chilitees!" complete with batting eyelashes to the band and thought, my it's a good thing they know you're Mikah's girlfriend or else it'll come across as something else all together. I'm out of shape yet, humor me.
I'll try to blog again tomorrow. And I'll try to be more interesting. I said I'll try.
-- Plug time:
Please catch GROUND ZERO, an art exhibit at Big Sky Mind, starting tomorrow night (well, tonight technically), October 4, 2006. My favorite artist of all time, Lala Gallardo, has a couple of paintings, woot!
GUIJO JAZZ NIGHT at Saguijo Bar + Cafe continues this Thursday, and every first Thursday of the month. It's my dream line-up: Quail Quartet, Out Of Body Special, Radioactive Sago Project and Sound are the haps!
Digression: can I just say it irks me that the plug on the Saguijo website for Jazz Night is "Not so Jazzy Hoe night." First of all, it's not funny, nor witty. Second of all, Ho is spelled without an E, unless you mean a gardening tool. Mikah, if that tagline was your idea, we need to talk.
Sting in my head, "Be yourself, no matter what they say..."
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Hey, everyone who just can't last a day without spreading Filipino culture through the blogosphere, check out PinoyLitWiki and PinoyMusicWiki, our very own Wikipedia pages for Filipino lit and music. It looks daunting, but someday it will be full to the brim and you can smile at yourself and say, "Hey, I helped start that up..."
I've been thinking a lot about Mark lately, Mark who is Markmomukhamo, because of my new job. He was my sensei when I started out as a music website writer so many years (well, 7) ago, so of course I was thinking of him now that I'm returning to music website writing again. He might say, "Oh, I didn't do much, just prodded you in the right direction and hoped your taste and judgment were as good as you pretended..." but that was plenty. He saw me through my first reviews, my first rock awards (complete with dinner at Quick Stomach with his friends and Leslie), my first interviews (armed of course with his own how-to-interview manual and his copy of Eric Caruncho's book). He patiently pointed out that Sting was still Adult Contemporary, no matter what I say, and I whine as much as (insert rockstar's name)'s girlfriend. And he wasn't even my boss or anything, just someone in the office who had more important responsibilities, but took time out to make sure the music site was done right. For all this, I am so grateful. I don't think I ever thanked him properly and this is still not proper enough, but: Thank you, Mark! Thank you very much! :)
1. Where were you 1 hour ago? Eating dinner, which was roast chicken, buttered corn, and crab soup.
2. Who will be your next kiss? I hope BBeB.
3. Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you? Cons' tongue, a picture frame of my dad and brother on top of the piano.
4. When is the last time you went to the mall? Yesterday and it was hot and they were selling all their frozen stuff for cheap because the generator was gonna die soon.
5. Are you wearing socks right now? Not cold enough.
6. When was the last time you went out of the state? Out of Metro Manila - to ze beach!!!! Woooohoooo!
7. Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days? No, and not in a while, too.
8. What was the last thing you had to drink? Coca cola.
9. What are you wearing right now? Wushu boy t-shirt and pale green house shorts.
10. What was your last purchase? Um, nappies because I got my period a couple days ago. Then the storm happened and I haven't purchased anything at all yet.
11. Last food you ate? Roast chicken, buttered corn, and crab soup. Ah, deja vu... Oh and I had rice with that.
Milenio is the most apt name for that kind of hurricane. Hyeah.
Among other damages, my phone broke. Well, it's frustrating enough that there is hardly any signal at all, but I think because I dropped it once too many, the joystick doesn't work anymore and I cannot read anyone's messages all the way through - Jewels, that means your last one to me. And then there's hardly any signal, which is frustrating enough, did I say?
I finished Gene Wolfe's Peace, yay. It's so many things at once. I love it. I didn't understand it right away, but I think that's the point. I'm glad a lot of my theories were on the money, though, hurray.
I'm too busy right now to update Turn. I hope you all understand.
Another reason why I'm not updating Turn, besides the storm and the power outages and the new job and the thesis conclusion that should be written first, is my brother reinstalled windows in my laptop yesterday and I can't use it because it's still missing a lot of things. And since my phone's joystick doesn't work, I can't upload pics till that gets fixed too. Agh.
But I'm fine and unlike a lot of people, we have electricity and water (thank God) and not a lot of damages, unlike a lot of people. I mean, BBEB isn't even sure yet if he can bathe by tomorrow.
Heheh.
I'm wasting my precious internet time to whine. Haha.
Jazz Night's next Thursday and I'll see you all there, aight?
First day of work, like the first day of school and your teacher wasn't around. Other faculty and classmates were there, but your teacher was sick. Called in around 10, gave you work to do. Aye, aye, cap'n!
It was fun, I have to admit. It didn't feel like I did all that much, but heck, it's the first day. And listening to an album takes time.
I'm bringing a mug tomorrow.
I feel like I've been the victim of a practical joke, though. I was advised to wear corporate attire today because there was a news crew that was gonna take shots of the office, but the shoot was postponed and I wasn't advised of THAT, so I came in more dressed up than the bosses. Our team's boss was in a Hawaiian shirt and I thought, um, maybe I got the wrong memo?
I just felt weird being the first one to leave the office, even if I was already five minutes overtime. I know I'll get over that feeling weird part, but who am I to complain, right? All I did all day was watch bands on YouTube.
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BBEBTARFI: (upon the discovery of what I did all day) You Tuber!! Para kang kamote.
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I found a chapbook I made of my first blog that I distributed to three of my closest friends. I was reading it and was in awe of how it felt like the kind of novel I had always wanted to write - smart and witty and tongue-in-cheek but not taking itself too seriously. It's too short to be a novel but while reading it, I was thinking, wow. Over and over. It was kinda hard to believe that I wrote it at all, except I remember some of those things as things that really happened to me. Some of the other things, though, I'm like, eh?
I want the Pots to read it. It won't make them like a certain band better but at least they'll understand US better and maybe stop hurting our feelings. Or not. They have bigger things on their mind.
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Happy birthday to the best mother in the world:
the parentals
It's her birthday in 3... 2... 1... HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAAAAAY!!!! I love you, Ma!
Lalo na when Sol is yelling "Bravo!" in the background and your babies class are squealing, "That was beautiful, Teacher Joelle!" A captured audience, yes, but an audience still. Like the deaf guy said in A Lot Like Love, this is your life, right now.
And you know you rocked when your dad doesn't get mad at you for longer than he usually does when he finds something to get mad at.
This is probably the best time I've ever had dancing, ever. Hee.
Tonight, I've discovered what it feels like to be a nagging mother - I was babysitting my cousin Anton (whom I fondly call Ticky) and helping him write a movie review of Eight Below for English class. GAAAAAAAAWD!!!!! Dear God, I am sorry for all the times I spent complaining and whining about homework back in grade school, aaagh. That said, I watched clips of Eight Below on YouTube to be able to help him, and wow, it's such a beautiful movie with the dogs all amazing and uncannily human. I wanted to watch it when it came out in the cinema, but Swanky said he doesn't like dog movies.
I'm thinking though that I don't want to see it because the humans LEAVE THE 8 DOGS IN ANTARCTICA DURING A HORRIBLE STORM AND CALL OFF THE RESCUE MISSION TO SAVE THEM. Then again, that's what the movie's about, duh. Still, aaaaaugh!!!! The clips where the dogs are all depressed and protecting each other from the elements and scavenging from food break my heart, I swear! Aaaagh! Poor puppies!!!! *racing to hug Cons again for the nth time*
Sige nga, try watching this, a scene where the dogs are giving their hurt pack leader some food, and not feel a thing, I dare ya:
Oh, I also want to comment that it super rocks that the leader of this pack is the only girl, Maya. She's probably the mother of most of them, no?
I kinda miss movie reviews that followed this format: I. Title II. Setting III. Characters IV. Summary of the Plot: A. Beginning B. Middle C. End V. Moral of the story VI. Opinion
um, now it's george michael and cons is asleep, hahaha
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Right at the lyric:
This pain is just too unreal...
Constantine, on cue, starts howling. Like he's feeling the pain just as much as that Evanescence girl is. I swear, Jacqui only plays that song to get Cons to sing.
For his pain, I gave him a Skyflakes, his favorite cracker. Look, he holds it between his paws.
I've been so tired lately of getting into trouble that the littlest things worry me.
I don't know about other 32 year olds, but I don't regret anything I've ever done. I don't feel old. I don't feel like time is ticking and I should be raising a family by now. I think my life rocks.
Well, I could be a little thinner, but that's minor.
Of course, now that I've a sort-of new job, all the complaints of two days ago vanish into thin air. Hmph.
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I've never seen her cry this much before. I've never seen her actually in love before. It's unsettling.
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I paid 500 bucks to print out two chapters of my thesis - and these were the short chapters! This because the video card of our family computer (haha, meaning not Lucas' work pc and not the laptops we each own) died this morning and my laptop was only connected to the printer through the network on the big pc and Lucas had left already for school and I couldn't find the printer's installer CD. *pause for breath*
And then, I go to school to give these revised chapters to my adviser and she says, "Okay, now print out your entire thesis and give it to me so I can look at it as a whole before I give my final comments." Um, print it out again???? After all that shit and P500 bucks?
"Okay." I'm a putz.
I have to revise my conclusion, but she says it's very good. I guess it put me in a happy-happy mood, and hey, I'm gonna make sure it's printable at home because 500 bucks for two chapters is not funny.
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What Lucas says when I demand the installer CD from him and tell him I spent 500 bucks to print out 65 pages: "Well, that's alright, you have a new job."
I have a new job, part time for now, which is good, and pays well for a part time gig. I start on Tuesday. I realized only today that I'm actually excited. My biggest worry is will I have time to update Turn? Haha, yeah, I know.
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Haha, Kitch, you're gonna be so sick of me. And Waya, I'll be only two streets away most of the time. :)
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I'm still teaching, which is why I'm only part-time at the new job for now. I love my students, they're so receptive, at the same time, they want to know more and they think on their own - quite unheard of among most dancers (given that most dancers just want to dance). I'm glad I didn't give them up.
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Monday, during choreography class-- "Miss, why didn't you dance in the Best-of show?"
Today, in my thesis adviser's office-- "Why didn't you watch it at least?"
If I'm not going to dance in that show, I don't want to see other people ruin dances that had meant something to me, that I had slaved over and perfected, that still affects me when I remember performing it. I wanted to avoid another round of angst, thank you very much.
Dancing in that show would only prove that they were right and my earlier protests about the company mean shit. But you can't really explain that to people without explaining everything else. At least, on my LJ, nobody really wants to figure that out. Except Mikah, who wants to know everything because he is a Transmogrifier. Hmph.
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Sometimes I look at him and think, how the hell did I get so lucky? Sometimes, I think he doesn't love me as much as I love him, because wouldn't that be too much? Too weird? Too good to be true? But he does. Or he says he does. Or he smiles at me and I know he doesn't have to say it. And it's like everybody in the world should be this happy because it just super rocks.
I remember, this one time I was trying so hard (failing many, many times) to get over this other guy who had broken my heart over and over, I had made myself a mantra: I will find love because I so deserve to be loved the way I love. I only thought of it again today. I swear you never find these things, they come to you.
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Sunday-- Jacqui: So, why didn't you dance? Ako hindi sumayaw kasi may Wushu ako. Lucas: Oo nga, bakit di ka sumayaw? Ako, may class ako. Me: Aba. Ako, may prinsipyo ako. Jacqui and Lucas: Panalo.
sige-na-nga translation: Jacqui: I had Wushu. Lucas: Yeah, why didn't you dance? I had class. Me: Well. I have principles. Jacqui and Lucas: Winner.
Hyeah.
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Egad, this is a lot. Thanks for sticking till the end credits. *hug*
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