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So lift off, love
Aug. 2nd, 2009 11:05 pmGuess who dropped by last night. I was already in my scraggly tee, hoodie, and pj's, when he called up to say he's outside my place in his car. What he wanted to say personally, in a gist and minus the details: I'm leaving for Hong Kong again, but this time it's just for three weeks. I'll leave on Thursday, but I'll be back before you know it. I would surmise that the beginnings of a pout started to form on my face because he enveloped me in a big warm hug until I squeaked that I was suffocating. He laughed. And everything was forgiven. Three weeks is a short time to wait to be with him again.
I think.
:|
No, my hand isn't dirty. Nor am I emo. (Well, just bummed. But not emo, and no, I don't normally write on my hands.)
He just left me with this scribble on my hand.
YEAH, LIKE THAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN.
Naliligo naman ako noh.
No, I didn't set out to be so (pseudo) profound tonight. It just came out. Anyway, goodnight!
I think.
:|
No, my hand isn't dirty. Nor am I emo. (Well, just bummed. But not emo, and no, I don't normally write on my hands.)
He just left me with this scribble on my hand.
YEAH, LIKE THAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN.
Naliligo naman ako noh.
But anyway, it's not as bad as I make it out to be. It's just that the indolent vandalizer will be missed. :]
In other news, Kim and I totally aced the thesis proposal defense! We had three chances to get our topic approved; we ignored the first one, the second one was messy (our actual paper didn't even reach the panel, wow), and the third was the first time we got to defend our topic. ONE TIME BIG TIME! Either we're geniuses or our topic is just...golden. I say the latter. We went out of the Comm Department all screaming, laughing, and doing that familiar hugging/jumping-around-in-circles victory dance. No shame in our bones, why the hell would there be in such an unexpectedly triumphant moment??? The panel loved it, Ms. Diaz was all praises saying it was interesting; Ms. Sibayan had a pickle with the age of one of our characters, but other than that, she just gossiped with the other panel members about this gay celebrity guy. Why? I will only divulge that it's a short feature, almost completely all in gay lingo, and it is subtitled in "normal" Filipino. And oh, it's a comedy. Working title, Pintikunon. I cannot wait to work on the script with Kim, and shoot it! I feel true anticipation and excitement inside me, almost consuming me. Working on something should always feel like this.
Anyway, off I go to write the Cinemalaya article for Menagerie that I've been putting off because of thesis. But before that I'll work on the party playlist for Bernice and Claire's rooftop party on Friday. Fun stuff first! I love making music playlists, there is an art to it, don't you think? (Also, it's scary how I'm increasingly becoming such an audiophile...hi-fi and lossless files are taking over my life! There is no end to the obsession for quality sound, not just the music in itself!) It's their 21st birthday party, so that means, I'm turning 21 soon too! Numbers are truly horrifying when you let it loom so large in meaning. I mean, do people really get old? Our bodies do, sure. But I think, essentially, I've always been the same person I have been and will continue to be so. It will only be my perspective that changes, and that will be through everything I will allow myself to experience...So in whatever way I look at it, growing older is always a blessing, because it's welcoming the newer manifestation of our selfhood through the sum of the everyday: the mundane, the painful, and the downright glorious. It's somehow like being reborn because you're conscious of the passing time; yet also celebrating the fact that you're still the same person, albeit there's more to your name than there was the past year. Sounds miraculous to me.
In other news, Kim and I totally aced the thesis proposal defense! We had three chances to get our topic approved; we ignored the first one, the second one was messy (our actual paper didn't even reach the panel, wow), and the third was the first time we got to defend our topic. ONE TIME BIG TIME! Either we're geniuses or our topic is just...golden. I say the latter. We went out of the Comm Department all screaming, laughing, and doing that familiar hugging/jumping-around-in-circles victory dance. No shame in our bones, why the hell would there be in such an unexpectedly triumphant moment??? The panel loved it, Ms. Diaz was all praises saying it was interesting; Ms. Sibayan had a pickle with the age of one of our characters, but other than that, she just gossiped with the other panel members about this gay celebrity guy. Why? I will only divulge that it's a short feature, almost completely all in gay lingo, and it is subtitled in "normal" Filipino. And oh, it's a comedy. Working title, Pintikunon. I cannot wait to work on the script with Kim, and shoot it! I feel true anticipation and excitement inside me, almost consuming me. Working on something should always feel like this.
Anyway, off I go to write the Cinemalaya article for Menagerie that I've been putting off because of thesis. But before that I'll work on the party playlist for Bernice and Claire's rooftop party on Friday. Fun stuff first! I love making music playlists, there is an art to it, don't you think? (Also, it's scary how I'm increasingly becoming such an audiophile...hi-fi and lossless files are taking over my life! There is no end to the obsession for quality sound, not just the music in itself!) It's their 21st birthday party, so that means, I'm turning 21 soon too! Numbers are truly horrifying when you let it loom so large in meaning. I mean, do people really get old? Our bodies do, sure. But I think, essentially, I've always been the same person I have been and will continue to be so. It will only be my perspective that changes, and that will be through everything I will allow myself to experience...So in whatever way I look at it, growing older is always a blessing, because it's welcoming the newer manifestation of our selfhood through the sum of the everyday: the mundane, the painful, and the downright glorious. It's somehow like being reborn because you're conscious of the passing time; yet also celebrating the fact that you're still the same person, albeit there's more to your name than there was the past year. Sounds miraculous to me.
No, I didn't set out to be so (pseudo) profound tonight. It just came out. Anyway, goodnight!