fine for now... (FNF <- pauso ko, hahahaha! :-)
just watched the premiere of "rudo y cursi" at east 19th loews in chelsea, starring diego luna and gael garcia bernal. it's their first ever collaboration as actors since "y tu mama tambien", and i must say, they are pretty cool and believable as loony brothers in this cutesy, soccer-lovin', brotherly film. we (me, swingy, nan, ate mi, and flester) saw the 2 actors after the movie, and they answered questions from the host and the audience alike. i wanted to ask a question just so i would register for a few seconds to the worlds of the two hot things (hotter before, but props for good acting! snaps for DL and GGB! ;-), but was too chicken. diego luna seemed really interested in answering the questions, and gael garcia was kinda in a hurry, `cos he said he missed his baby. it's funny to watch two actors, who also happened to be best friends in real life, play off each other during a Q&A with viewers. diego luna even answered the question (from gael himself) about who was the better kisser between him and sean penn, and diego gamely said "sean penn, because i don't have to see him on a regular basis". such fun!!! ;-) they mistakenly said a joke about obama, when they meant to say osama, talked about gambling research for the film, and producing films together. they weren't starstruck-reaction-inducing, but they were great actors, and i just watched a good movie, so i was feelin' pretty good. awesome way to spend a wednesday night, i must say.
there were a lot of pinoy humor scenes in the movie (pyramid schemes, marrying into illegal money, being generally jologs), so i enjoyed it for the humor factor. the plot is pretty simple, sometimes bordering on preachy, but it was a good experience, nonetheless. yay for foreign films that don't suck!!! yay for missing my rehearsal today with good reason. :-) i miss my quality asian horror movies (not the crappy ones they churned out of the poor-writing and poor-plot factory, but the shocking, icky and disgustingly scary ones). *sigh* i love watching good acting as much as i like to perform myself. *sigh* can't wait for friday for my next rehearsal. c:
anyhoo, back to reality, work is kinda lame. back as an intern, being directed and told what to do verbatim again, and kinda feeling worthless. everybody's happy to have me back (i assumed, so shoot me), but i'm not sure if i feel the same way. kinda rethinking if i should've said yes in the first place about going back, but as i talked to my office crush in the elevator after work, he put it very plainly and simply, "a job's a job". oh well. stop complaining, bitch! :-( but i'm only human, right? i can feel sad when the mood strikes...? my boss even said this weird statement when i passed by his office when i was raring to go home: "reg, how are you? i feel like we're not connecting. you look perturbed." wtf??? it's my 2nd day, what kind of connection does he want to establish?!? and i feel like shit because i trained this girl replacement of me everything she knows, and now she's my boss now because i'm an intern (and i really feel like one `cos that's how she's treating me), is that what you want to hear?!?! tssss... fuck awkward encounters and general work bullshit. biting my tongue ever so often is pushing it. *SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH* whiny me is annoying, i know. fuck fuck fuck this shitty job!!!
*breathes deeply* that's all i'm gonna say about that for now. iz gonna be alright...
saving grace? i know i've been antsy about the topic of being sick of the people i live with (relatives) lately... BUT!!! in the end, sometimes i guess it's just nice to go home to people you can stand just enough to live with and not end up killing each other. funny convos, stories not having to be told from scratch, and speaking in my native language make up for the redundancy of life in this miniscule shithole in queens. sometimes they can be alllllllright. :-)
i suppose "alright" can trump over: depression, suicidal tendencies, being completely friendless in the city, having non-flaky people to call when i'm super kilig or fucked up, and general anxiety alerts in the bigger picture. alright is good enough for now...
this is poor excuse for writing. sorry, just wanted to update about my past few days before i forget. goodnight, everybody. i need to rest. especially in the brain department. MWAH!
there were a lot of pinoy humor scenes in the movie (pyramid schemes, marrying into illegal money, being generally jologs), so i enjoyed it for the humor factor. the plot is pretty simple, sometimes bordering on preachy, but it was a good experience, nonetheless. yay for foreign films that don't suck!!! yay for missing my rehearsal today with good reason. :-) i miss my quality asian horror movies (not the crappy ones they churned out of the poor-writing and poor-plot factory, but the shocking, icky and disgustingly scary ones). *sigh* i love watching good acting as much as i like to perform myself. *sigh* can't wait for friday for my next rehearsal. c:
anyhoo, back to reality, work is kinda lame. back as an intern, being directed and told what to do verbatim again, and kinda feeling worthless. everybody's happy to have me back (i assumed, so shoot me), but i'm not sure if i feel the same way. kinda rethinking if i should've said yes in the first place about going back, but as i talked to my office crush in the elevator after work, he put it very plainly and simply, "a job's a job". oh well. stop complaining, bitch! :-( but i'm only human, right? i can feel sad when the mood strikes...? my boss even said this weird statement when i passed by his office when i was raring to go home: "reg, how are you? i feel like we're not connecting. you look perturbed." wtf??? it's my 2nd day, what kind of connection does he want to establish?!? and i feel like shit because i trained this girl replacement of me everything she knows, and now she's my boss now because i'm an intern (and i really feel like one `cos that's how she's treating me), is that what you want to hear?!?! tssss... fuck awkward encounters and general work bullshit. biting my tongue ever so often is pushing it. *SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH* whiny me is annoying, i know. fuck fuck fuck this shitty job!!!
*breathes deeply* that's all i'm gonna say about that for now. iz gonna be alright...
saving grace? i know i've been antsy about the topic of being sick of the people i live with (relatives) lately... BUT!!! in the end, sometimes i guess it's just nice to go home to people you can stand just enough to live with and not end up killing each other. funny convos, stories not having to be told from scratch, and speaking in my native language make up for the redundancy of life in this miniscule shithole in queens. sometimes they can be alllllllright. :-)
i suppose "alright" can trump over: depression, suicidal tendencies, being completely friendless in the city, having non-flaky people to call when i'm super kilig or fucked up, and general anxiety alerts in the bigger picture. alright is good enough for now...
this is poor excuse for writing. sorry, just wanted to update about my past few days before i forget. goodnight, everybody. i need to rest. especially in the brain department. MWAH!