Worms stage war

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Autumn in the Philippines? Or a disastrous case of climate change?

We passed by the road towards Toong, Buhisan, Cebu to visit our assisted cooperative there.
What we see is this, instead.

My officemates call it the wrath of the army worms.
They feed on teak leaves until they suck on whatever life is left of the leaves, leaving their skeletal remains behind.


This is such a sad, sad, sad phenomenon.
Even I would not like our autumn to arrive this way.


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Scribbles

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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.


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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.



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