Of tarot cards, TV trash and leopard prints
Last night, I read tarot cards again, for the first time in YEARS.
I fancy myself as a substanitally credible reader of the arcane tarot cards. Hell, I have three decks and growing. I used my first and most favorite deck, the Greek Myths deck, and the reading was interesting.
Do I really believe it? Let us just say that the cards told me that I will get my first job and be there for a long time. Morbidly, the cards showed me that my father was going to die. Two days later, he succumed to his leukemia. Ah well, I still have that wait and see stance over the tarot.
But last night's spread was interesting. One word: Changes.
And I can't wait and am too afraid at the same time.
So, what do I do? I plunged myself with the film classics.
I was watching the fabulous Bette Davis in the 1941 film Little Foxes. It was a portrait of a 1900 Southern family in decay and lapping up in greed. They want to raise money to invest in a mill that will reap cash via cheap labor of the "darkies."
There were great line like, "White folks got the pianos, but the colored ones got the voices."
and my absolute favorite line from the film: "Cynicism is an unpleasant way of telling the truth."
They don't make movies like this anymore. I mean, over the weekend, there was NOTHING to watch at the cinemas! D'Lucky ones? What the f*ck? Can't make me watch a Filipino film with a Korean reject. Eight Below? A hunk with dogs, only the dogs can be smarter than the hunk...in real life. Tristan and Isolde? Hell, no. I don't want to see a medieval love story. I can't take it off my head of being disgusted by two medieval lovers kissing because they belong to an epoch when the tissue paper (ass wipe) is a stick with a rag and will be used by OTHERS.
So, I was pretty mesmerized by Bette Davis, thanks to our friendly neighborhood pirated DVD hawker.
I went to my mom's room to say goodnight and the TV was tuned on this:
EEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!! Pinoy Big Brother?!?!? I was berrating my mom for allowing trash into the atmosphere I breathe in.
She just clucked at how Mariel wore the holy rosary over her boobs. "No respect," she whispered.
And I told her, "Hello, it's ABS-CBN! A television network responsible for airing a presidential daughter's teary statements of crushing her lover's testciles every news hour!!!" And now, they have shit like Pinoy Big Brother TEEN edition?!?!?
Isn't this child exploitation and child abuse? They said that the minors have had their permits from the Department of Labor and Employment. Yeah, right....to peer into their lives 24/7, does that constitute as work? Tsk. tsk. A new low in Philippine television history....
I immediately rushed back to my room and just be dazzled by Bette Davis and wash away tabloid television away from my palate.
Last Saturday, I escaped the Manila heat and went to the "posh" Power Plant Rockwell mall and decided to send an email through their WiFi. I bought a couple of Wifi cards good for two hours. Lo and Behold, they informed me after an hour struggling with the network that there is a problem with connection.
So, I fucking spent a shit load for nothing. Ergo, I never will avail of Seattle's Best Rockwell and Airborne Access.
It was the most expensive email on earth.
I was supposed to email a study of a storyboard I colored. Well, attaching a 2mb file is like waiting for the Philippines to become a global superpower. so, I cancelled the email and just sent the guy a curt email that I am vicitimized by circumstance.
I was supposed to send this work of "mine" that a guy asked me to try out for this storyboard thing. It has been a while since I did some storyboards. He sent me sketches for the Opening Billboard of a national TV primetime news "24 Oras." He indicated that the setting be inside a building at the "magic hour" of dusk.
Here's his original sketch:
Here's how I rendered it via Illustrator and Photoshop:
It took me two hours to render this. I am quite pleased with it. I do not know if I'm getting the gig or not. I asked the guy to comment on how I rendered it. It was great to do something other than shitty brochures, prospectus, tarps and other moronifications once in a while.
So, I was in Makati Med recently...well, frequently with my mom, and I wrote that I do not like hospitals.
Exhibit A:
I was assisting my mom who was groggy from the probes (yes, plural). My sister pushed me aside and gave me an instruction "Go to the elevators NOW." Of course I was bewildered. But then saw an apparition that made me whip out my phone and take pics subtlely.
I hate the hospitals, but then again, I see my thinspirations such as this Diva:
Lordy! Lordy! A coordinated animal print lover! Her ensemble alone, including her hair is at least three different animal species. I Love herrrr.... the way she throws her dagger looks to her maid asking about icky family matters? the maid should be commended on holding her ground against Cruella De Vil of Manila. My goodness! Look at her nails! Those could be Saddam Hussein's weapons of mass destruction!
I want to be her when I start to wither. But, like her, I don't want to fade...I want to be like a small universe and do a big bang and affect everyone in my wake of being fabulous at diva proportions.
Speaking of fabulous divas...a friend of mine said this will look good on Lafawnduh, my mac. I agree.
Ah well, I have to be lashed down now to cubicle and begin a week of sanctioned drudgery.
Toodles.
I fancy myself as a substanitally credible reader of the arcane tarot cards. Hell, I have three decks and growing. I used my first and most favorite deck, the Greek Myths deck, and the reading was interesting.
Do I really believe it? Let us just say that the cards told me that I will get my first job and be there for a long time. Morbidly, the cards showed me that my father was going to die. Two days later, he succumed to his leukemia. Ah well, I still have that wait and see stance over the tarot.
But last night's spread was interesting. One word: Changes.
And I can't wait and am too afraid at the same time.
So, what do I do? I plunged myself with the film classics.
I was watching the fabulous Bette Davis in the 1941 film Little Foxes. It was a portrait of a 1900 Southern family in decay and lapping up in greed. They want to raise money to invest in a mill that will reap cash via cheap labor of the "darkies."
There were great line like, "White folks got the pianos, but the colored ones got the voices."
and my absolute favorite line from the film: "Cynicism is an unpleasant way of telling the truth."
They don't make movies like this anymore. I mean, over the weekend, there was NOTHING to watch at the cinemas! D'Lucky ones? What the f*ck? Can't make me watch a Filipino film with a Korean reject. Eight Below? A hunk with dogs, only the dogs can be smarter than the hunk...in real life. Tristan and Isolde? Hell, no. I don't want to see a medieval love story. I can't take it off my head of being disgusted by two medieval lovers kissing because they belong to an epoch when the tissue paper (ass wipe) is a stick with a rag and will be used by OTHERS.
So, I was pretty mesmerized by Bette Davis, thanks to our friendly neighborhood pirated DVD hawker.
I went to my mom's room to say goodnight and the TV was tuned on this:
EEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!! Pinoy Big Brother?!?!? I was berrating my mom for allowing trash into the atmosphere I breathe in.
She just clucked at how Mariel wore the holy rosary over her boobs. "No respect," she whispered.
And I told her, "Hello, it's ABS-CBN! A television network responsible for airing a presidential daughter's teary statements of crushing her lover's testciles every news hour!!!" And now, they have shit like Pinoy Big Brother TEEN edition?!?!?
Isn't this child exploitation and child abuse? They said that the minors have had their permits from the Department of Labor and Employment. Yeah, right....to peer into their lives 24/7, does that constitute as work? Tsk. tsk. A new low in Philippine television history....
I immediately rushed back to my room and just be dazzled by Bette Davis and wash away tabloid television away from my palate.
Last Saturday, I escaped the Manila heat and went to the "posh" Power Plant Rockwell mall and decided to send an email through their WiFi. I bought a couple of Wifi cards good for two hours. Lo and Behold, they informed me after an hour struggling with the network that there is a problem with connection.
So, I fucking spent a shit load for nothing. Ergo, I never will avail of Seattle's Best Rockwell and Airborne Access.
It was the most expensive email on earth.
I was supposed to email a study of a storyboard I colored. Well, attaching a 2mb file is like waiting for the Philippines to become a global superpower. so, I cancelled the email and just sent the guy a curt email that I am vicitimized by circumstance.
I was supposed to send this work of "mine" that a guy asked me to try out for this storyboard thing. It has been a while since I did some storyboards. He sent me sketches for the Opening Billboard of a national TV primetime news "24 Oras." He indicated that the setting be inside a building at the "magic hour" of dusk.
Here's his original sketch:
Here's how I rendered it via Illustrator and Photoshop:
It took me two hours to render this. I am quite pleased with it. I do not know if I'm getting the gig or not. I asked the guy to comment on how I rendered it. It was great to do something other than shitty brochures, prospectus, tarps and other moronifications once in a while.
So, I was in Makati Med recently...well, frequently with my mom, and I wrote that I do not like hospitals.
Exhibit A:
I was assisting my mom who was groggy from the probes (yes, plural). My sister pushed me aside and gave me an instruction "Go to the elevators NOW." Of course I was bewildered. But then saw an apparition that made me whip out my phone and take pics subtlely.
I hate the hospitals, but then again, I see my thinspirations such as this Diva:
Lordy! Lordy! A coordinated animal print lover! Her ensemble alone, including her hair is at least three different animal species. I Love herrrr.... the way she throws her dagger looks to her maid asking about icky family matters? the maid should be commended on holding her ground against Cruella De Vil of Manila. My goodness! Look at her nails! Those could be Saddam Hussein's weapons of mass destruction!
I want to be her when I start to wither. But, like her, I don't want to fade...I want to be like a small universe and do a big bang and affect everyone in my wake of being fabulous at diva proportions.
Speaking of fabulous divas...a friend of mine said this will look good on Lafawnduh, my mac. I agree.
Ah well, I have to be lashed down now to cubicle and begin a week of sanctioned drudgery.
Toodles.