iam bored. i am numb-skulled. i need a drink.
If you stand on my terrace and look at the sky, all you will find are dark clouds covering the sky in gloom.
It’s sickening, and it’s gloomy, but it’s so gloomy, it’s beautiful. It beckons but at the same time it invades your senses. And before you know it, you will feel sadness creeping into your system even if you deny its very existence.
This is what I get for being sick and staying at home and being awake while everybody else is asleep. This is what I hate about being idle---you have all the time to fidget and figure out what’s wrong with your life. You have all the time to pick on every imperfection that would come across as normal, had there been something better to do. You will rant, you will complain, but will not have the will or the power to do anything about your one million idiosyncrasies.
The past week was startlingly busy. Last Thursday, we did this portfolio shoot for a European-looking model who---as I would later learn---is also the daughter of a famous Pinoy rock legend. I was amazed to see what a one-light set-up could do, if you had all the fucking talent in the world to back it up! We forgot to eat a single thing and we were probably all starving by the time the shoot was done, but the hunger pangs were definitely worth it. Wala-wala lang daw yung shoot. Potah . Ang gaaaaaanda kaya!
Thursday and Friday were even more interesting. Subjects were a bunch of personalities for a restaurant/catering campaign. Such characters were they: a well-publicized doctor/psychologist; an aging yet still strikingly beautiful fashion designer; and theater/character actors---all of which were amusing, animated, and pleasurable to work with.
Saturday was tiring, but…educational? I woke up at two-thirty in the morning to make sure I’d be in Malate by four. We spent the entire day circling Manila to shoot time-lapse stills for a TV commercial. Last leg was along Roxas Boulevard, directly in front of the main stage set-up for this year’s Fete de la Musique. I was half an hour away from catching Up Dharma Down perform, but I turned down the opportunity, even if I knew that my friends were already backstage and I was a text message away from being with them. Three years ago, I would have had it all planned: I’d have fresh clothes and toiletries packed the night before then I’d take a bath and dress up somewhere near the venue so I can make it to the music event on time. It really is different now. My only wish was to go home to my kids and catch up on well-deserved rest. Thank goodness, I was able to hitch a ride practically all the way to my folks’, where I was supposed to pick Dylan (my son) up. It would have taken me hours to travel from Malate to Pasig, especially since most of the streets were closed to vehicular traffic and bombarded with probably thousands of spectators. Unfortunately it was already raining by the time I got off, and getting soaked only aggravated my week-old cough and colds, finally evolving into a bad case of flu.
Which brings me to where I am now: sick, sober, and bored out of my wits. Engaging in n-line HTML tutorials to kill time. Numb-skulled. I'm so lazy that I'm writing this entry aimlessly, with no particular message that I wish to convey. Yes, you got it! This is pointless! And the weather isn't helping. Makes you want to snooze the whole day off. Or get drunk. Relax at home and grab a few bottles, or a coupla shots. Ang saraaap uminom pag malamig!!! Damn, I could sure use a drink.
It’s sickening, and it’s gloomy, but it’s so gloomy, it’s beautiful. It beckons but at the same time it invades your senses. And before you know it, you will feel sadness creeping into your system even if you deny its very existence.
This is what I get for being sick and staying at home and being awake while everybody else is asleep. This is what I hate about being idle---you have all the time to fidget and figure out what’s wrong with your life. You have all the time to pick on every imperfection that would come across as normal, had there been something better to do. You will rant, you will complain, but will not have the will or the power to do anything about your one million idiosyncrasies.
The past week was startlingly busy. Last Thursday, we did this portfolio shoot for a European-looking model who---as I would later learn---is also the daughter of a famous Pinoy rock legend. I was amazed to see what a one-light set-up could do, if you had all the fucking talent in the world to back it up! We forgot to eat a single thing and we were probably all starving by the time the shoot was done, but the hunger pangs were definitely worth it. Wala-wala lang daw yung shoot. Potah . Ang gaaaaaanda kaya!
Thursday and Friday were even more interesting. Subjects were a bunch of personalities for a restaurant/catering campaign. Such characters were they: a well-publicized doctor/psychologist; an aging yet still strikingly beautiful fashion designer; and theater/character actors---all of which were amusing, animated, and pleasurable to work with.
Saturday was tiring, but…educational? I woke up at two-thirty in the morning to make sure I’d be in Malate by four. We spent the entire day circling Manila to shoot time-lapse stills for a TV commercial. Last leg was along Roxas Boulevard, directly in front of the main stage set-up for this year’s Fete de la Musique. I was half an hour away from catching Up Dharma Down perform, but I turned down the opportunity, even if I knew that my friends were already backstage and I was a text message away from being with them. Three years ago, I would have had it all planned: I’d have fresh clothes and toiletries packed the night before then I’d take a bath and dress up somewhere near the venue so I can make it to the music event on time. It really is different now. My only wish was to go home to my kids and catch up on well-deserved rest. Thank goodness, I was able to hitch a ride practically all the way to my folks’, where I was supposed to pick Dylan (my son) up. It would have taken me hours to travel from Malate to Pasig, especially since most of the streets were closed to vehicular traffic and bombarded with probably thousands of spectators. Unfortunately it was already raining by the time I got off, and getting soaked only aggravated my week-old cough and colds, finally evolving into a bad case of flu.
Which brings me to where I am now: sick, sober, and bored out of my wits. Engaging in n-line HTML tutorials to kill time. Numb-skulled. I'm so lazy that I'm writing this entry aimlessly, with no particular message that I wish to convey. Yes, you got it! This is pointless! And the weather isn't helping. Makes you want to snooze the whole day off. Or get drunk. Relax at home and grab a few bottles, or a coupla shots. Ang saraaap uminom pag malamig!!! Damn, I could sure use a drink.