Career?
I came from Makati tonight, a church service actually. I feel great about myself, because for once, I wasn't viciously pretentious, nor was I feeling the impulse to nit pick. Union Church of Makati is great.
I went because Jan, the magazine's team leader urged me to go. I thought that Misha, the all Lord of everything PR, was going to speak; he didn't and that gig happened last week. I also went because I wanted to see Blake.
Blake was there, alright, doing video coverage of the service with his own equipment. He isn't the random ball of wasted energy like he used to be years ago, but he does seem to be centered. Oh, and he still is the darling of the crowd before everyone leaves. He offered me to be a co-writer with him for a CineMalaya project. I can't wait to work with him. I. Really. Can't. Wait. I've been oozing with ideas lately, and I don't have have anything other than story pitches.
The general vibe of the group was welcoming. Warm, I'd say. No one would feel alienated and everyone is interested to know you, or to even be your friend. As the magazine team was there, we all met with the young adults pastor who is more than interested in our cause. His name is Ranier, and he has a booming bass speaking voice. From what I picked up about him, he into Opera. He doesn't really have THE money, but has access to a foundation that is willing to give grants. Our magazine seems to fit the requirements of being a grantee. We'll see how that works.
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All of a sudden, I'm busy. I hadn't even realize my busy schedule weeks ago when I was visiting a children's hospital, going to auditions, meeting Jamila (a lot), and going on that seminar a few weeks ago. And now, I have a schedule. An ACTUAL schedule...apart from what I'm doing now (magazine-wise, since we all meet on weekends).
Midsummer Night's Dream rehearsals and workshops begin Thursday. It's scary because we open on the first week of September. Marketing made it to be that soon. It's also scary because...in a month, I foresee myself as a whole different person. Once On This Island unveiled and affirmed something inside of me. The experience did not change me completely, but it validated my identity as a person and as a performer. Midsummer, being a Shakespeare play, might do something else for me. At this stage, (pun not intended) I'm meeting a lot of people. I've been making new connections, and at the rapid rate that has been going, this has not happened to me since 1999/2000.
So I'm scared and hopeful. So much is being demanded of me: having the clout of an editorial manager (of which I have no idea what it's all about juxtaposed with what my team leader makes it out to be) and a shakespearean performer (the workshops of which will no doubt purge me of inhibitions and uncover a lot of other things).
Hello world.
I went because Jan, the magazine's team leader urged me to go. I thought that Misha, the all Lord of everything PR, was going to speak; he didn't and that gig happened last week. I also went because I wanted to see Blake.
Blake was there, alright, doing video coverage of the service with his own equipment. He isn't the random ball of wasted energy like he used to be years ago, but he does seem to be centered. Oh, and he still is the darling of the crowd before everyone leaves. He offered me to be a co-writer with him for a CineMalaya project. I can't wait to work with him. I. Really. Can't. Wait. I've been oozing with ideas lately, and I don't have have anything other than story pitches.
The general vibe of the group was welcoming. Warm, I'd say. No one would feel alienated and everyone is interested to know you, or to even be your friend. As the magazine team was there, we all met with the young adults pastor who is more than interested in our cause. His name is Ranier, and he has a booming bass speaking voice. From what I picked up about him, he into Opera. He doesn't really have THE money, but has access to a foundation that is willing to give grants. Our magazine seems to fit the requirements of being a grantee. We'll see how that works.
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All of a sudden, I'm busy. I hadn't even realize my busy schedule weeks ago when I was visiting a children's hospital, going to auditions, meeting Jamila (a lot), and going on that seminar a few weeks ago. And now, I have a schedule. An ACTUAL schedule...apart from what I'm doing now (magazine-wise, since we all meet on weekends).
Midsummer Night's Dream rehearsals and workshops begin Thursday. It's scary because we open on the first week of September. Marketing made it to be that soon. It's also scary because...in a month, I foresee myself as a whole different person. Once On This Island unveiled and affirmed something inside of me. The experience did not change me completely, but it validated my identity as a person and as a performer. Midsummer, being a Shakespeare play, might do something else for me. At this stage, (pun not intended) I'm meeting a lot of people. I've been making new connections, and at the rapid rate that has been going, this has not happened to me since 1999/2000.
So I'm scared and hopeful. So much is being demanded of me: having the clout of an editorial manager (of which I have no idea what it's all about juxtaposed with what my team leader makes it out to be) and a shakespearean performer (the workshops of which will no doubt purge me of inhibitions and uncover a lot of other things).
Hello world.