.
Dear you, I miss you. Love, me.
nuttssiest is my name.
INCEPTION is insane.
many moons, many suns
ain't this the best time of our lives.
.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
PA 101 revisited
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The last time I became a PA for film shoots was five years ago.
Thank heavens I still remembered something about it for I needed it as badly as the water on my fridge.
As part of our big event preparations, I was tasked to assist our chairman in shooting for our institutional report. It was the first responsibility given to me where I have to take charge, and although the thought of it is exciting, it did not erase whatever panic I have in my system.
It will be the first time I will meet our official photographer and chairman, who I only communicated through emails and text messages.
It was an opportunity to sharpen whatever event organizing skills and knowledge that I had so I can properly make polite letters, feasible itineraries, doable budgets, and the corresponding logistics.
It was also the time I once again filtered through age-old notes of my previous classes on film production and the like, going through previous templates of scripts to idiot boards, the angles and shadows courtesy of lighting and all the things I needed to be familiar again so I can be a dependable PA.
The result: two days worth of satisfying breaths of relief. With sweat, tears, and all that jazz.
PA 101 once again saved the day—and my sanity.
.
The last time I became a PA for film shoots was five years ago.
Thank heavens I still remembered something about it for I needed it as badly as the water on my fridge.
As part of our big event preparations, I was tasked to assist our chairman in shooting for our institutional report. It was the first responsibility given to me where I have to take charge, and although the thought of it is exciting, it did not erase whatever panic I have in my system.
It will be the first time I will meet our official photographer and chairman, who I only communicated through emails and text messages.
It was an opportunity to sharpen whatever event organizing skills and knowledge that I had so I can properly make polite letters, feasible itineraries, doable budgets, and the corresponding logistics.
It was also the time I once again filtered through age-old notes of my previous classes on film production and the like, going through previous templates of scripts to idiot boards, the angles and shadows courtesy of lighting and all the things I needed to be familiar again so I can be a dependable PA.
The result: two days worth of satisfying breaths of relief. With sweat, tears, and all that jazz.
PA 101 once again saved the day—and my sanity.
.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
In A World Where Grammar Does Not Exist
swing these winds, dear doe
swing the winds and let the
dews foil your drowsy cheek.
let the words trail over
your sweet tongue
swing the winds and let the
dews foil your drowsy cheek.
let the words trail over
your sweet tongue
and heart of clumsy steel,
a wink away from
the wisp of wit.
i wish i had the clamor
to be fed with
fiery passions again,
but my fire has long doused,
and amongst the ashes
there lay my grief
of a lost heart.
you took my passion with that
insignificant word coming
from that more idiotic
piece of crap.
i wish you success,
but this shall be last
word for you,
and my last penance.
a wink away from
the wisp of wit.
i wish i had the clamor
to be fed with
fiery passions again,
but my fire has long doused,
and amongst the ashes
there lay my grief
of a lost heart.
you took my passion with that
insignificant word coming
from that more idiotic
piece of crap.
i wish you success,
but this shall be last
word for you,
and my last penance.
- In A World Where Grammar
Does Not Exist
So Sue Me
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