It's tough when you have a friend or a group of friends that you have grown pretty close with, then after quite some time, when you drift apart, suddenly your points of view differ so extremely.
It just feels weird, but of course we have to accept all the changes. But once you talk about things where your opinions turn out to be different, ang sakit pakinggan if your friend questions, argues, ridicules or even insult your own opinion.
Of course, I still have to stick to my own opinion, but I also have to respect the opinions of others and embrace the fact that we have become so different and have drifted apart.
That's why sometimes, I sort of get anxious about get-togethers. Syempre excited din dahil makikita ko ulit ang mga kaibigan na matagal ko nang di nakikita. But of course, there could be a small possibility that after briefly catching up on each other's news, there might be nothing else to talk about with some of the people.
Oh well, life goes on.
Can't wait for Friday. Planning to watch the AC recital in the evening.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Iam's surprise birthday party, and etcetera.
Went to CCP last Friday to watch PHSA's production of The Children's Hour. Hahaha, read from Miss Lallie's Multiply that because it was directed by Tuxqs, bongga daw.
Boy, was she right. Those kids are brilliant. Well, there are a bunch that caught my eye, especially the kid who played Maria. Haha, even though Obie had said na possible na no acting was required for her to be a brat, she was still pretty good. You can see everything in her eyes and her motions.
Hung out with Tad after the show, just sitting around in the dressing room before he prepped up for the evening's Zsa Zsa Zaturnnah. Haha, even had a bit of chika with Mikki as well.
Didn't get to watch PHSA's 2nd play the following day, as I had class in the afternoon and had to come home early in the evening.
Sunday was the day of Iam's advanced surprise birthday party. Aris was supposed to pick me up so we can get the pancit I had ordered, then we had to meet Ge at South Mall at 6pm. Plans changed when I suddenly got a text from Rosa (who took a couple of weeks off for a little vacation). As it turned out, she had arrived in Manila that very day.
Ended up having Rosa pick me up at my house and spent the entire afternoon talking in Figaro. We both told Aris we'll pick up the pancit ourselves (because we were already near the panciteria) and meet him and Ge in South Mall. Hahaha, Rosa's car smelled of pancit right on until we arrived in Pilar Village.
Anyway, when we got to South Mall, we met up with Aris and Ge at the supermarket, where they got drinks and other utensils. Ge ordered a cake and chicken lollipops in Red Ribbon while Rosa and I headed to National Bookstore to buy some birthday balloons (hahahaha). 48 years ang paghintay sa chicken lollipops na yan ha.
When we arrived at Iam's house, Ate Iza had said that Iam was still asleep, so all 4 of us waited in the living room while she woke Iam up. Hahaha, what a surprise that was. Another surprise was that Rosa had said that more people were coming, so Iam rushed back into her room to change clothes. Yes, quite different from the birthday surprise Iam and Rosa gave me several years back.
My goodness, the food just screamed carbo-loading! We had pancit, a ton of rice, sticks of barbecue, chicken lollipops (may sizes ranging from "Chupa Chups" to "Jawbreaker", hahaha), assorted sushi and carbonara! Carlo had arrived after his choir practice, and then Josh arrived much later with (surprise!) Erika as his new girlfriend.
After my evening class last night, I rushed to the Black Box for the first meeting and rehearsal (script reading) of Isang Pangarap sa Gabi ng Gitnang Tag-Araw. Kaloka, I was already embarassed for being late, and when I peered inside the room and saw who the actors were, I almost stepped back into the corridor. Hahaha. Quietly slipped inside as everyone was already in the middle of the reading, and half the people didn't notice I was already there until Andrew noticed that I was the one sitting between Eric and GA, hahaha. Konsepto lang ako sa prod na ito. But I have to say, A Midsummer Night's Dream is actually funnier in Filipino. Or maybe it was funnier because of how the cast read it. Schizo mode ang iba, even me, hahahaha!
Getting warmer. No, I mean, hotter. Arg. And just when I had moved back into my room after playing another round of musical rooms in our house. My room is the only one without air conditioning because it's supposedly the coolest room in the house. Oh well, hahaha. Summer's here. The question is, what will I do during that time?
Boy, was she right. Those kids are brilliant. Well, there are a bunch that caught my eye, especially the kid who played Maria. Haha, even though Obie had said na possible na no acting was required for her to be a brat, she was still pretty good. You can see everything in her eyes and her motions.
Hung out with Tad after the show, just sitting around in the dressing room before he prepped up for the evening's Zsa Zsa Zaturnnah. Haha, even had a bit of chika with Mikki as well.
Didn't get to watch PHSA's 2nd play the following day, as I had class in the afternoon and had to come home early in the evening.
Sunday was the day of Iam's advanced surprise birthday party. Aris was supposed to pick me up so we can get the pancit I had ordered, then we had to meet Ge at South Mall at 6pm. Plans changed when I suddenly got a text from Rosa (who took a couple of weeks off for a little vacation). As it turned out, she had arrived in Manila that very day.
Ended up having Rosa pick me up at my house and spent the entire afternoon talking in Figaro. We both told Aris we'll pick up the pancit ourselves (because we were already near the panciteria) and meet him and Ge in South Mall. Hahaha, Rosa's car smelled of pancit right on until we arrived in Pilar Village.
Anyway, when we got to South Mall, we met up with Aris and Ge at the supermarket, where they got drinks and other utensils. Ge ordered a cake and chicken lollipops in Red Ribbon while Rosa and I headed to National Bookstore to buy some birthday balloons (hahahaha). 48 years ang paghintay sa chicken lollipops na yan ha.
When we arrived at Iam's house, Ate Iza had said that Iam was still asleep, so all 4 of us waited in the living room while she woke Iam up. Hahaha, what a surprise that was. Another surprise was that Rosa had said that more people were coming, so Iam rushed back into her room to change clothes. Yes, quite different from the birthday surprise Iam and Rosa gave me several years back.
My goodness, the food just screamed carbo-loading! We had pancit, a ton of rice, sticks of barbecue, chicken lollipops (may sizes ranging from "Chupa Chups" to "Jawbreaker", hahaha), assorted sushi and carbonara! Carlo had arrived after his choir practice, and then Josh arrived much later with (surprise!) Erika as his new girlfriend.
After my evening class last night, I rushed to the Black Box for the first meeting and rehearsal (script reading) of Isang Pangarap sa Gabi ng Gitnang Tag-Araw. Kaloka, I was already embarassed for being late, and when I peered inside the room and saw who the actors were, I almost stepped back into the corridor. Hahaha. Quietly slipped inside as everyone was already in the middle of the reading, and half the people didn't notice I was already there until Andrew noticed that I was the one sitting between Eric and GA, hahaha. Konsepto lang ako sa prod na ito. But I have to say, A Midsummer Night's Dream is actually funnier in Filipino. Or maybe it was funnier because of how the cast read it. Schizo mode ang iba, even me, hahahaha!
Getting warmer. No, I mean, hotter. Arg. And just when I had moved back into my room after playing another round of musical rooms in our house. My room is the only one without air conditioning because it's supposedly the coolest room in the house. Oh well, hahaha. Summer's here. The question is, what will I do during that time?
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Songs For A New World returns!
Due to popular demand, 9 Works Theatrical brings back SONGS FOR A NEW WORLD!!! :-)
Featuring:
ANNA SANTAMARIA
HAROLD CRUZ
CARLA GUEVARA-LAFORTEZA
FELIX RIVERA
CAISA BORROMEO
and Ms. PINKY MARQUEZ
Music and Lyrics by
JASON ROBERT BROWN
Directed by
ROBBIE GUEVARA
Show Dates:
Friday, May 1 at 8:00 pm
Saturday, May 2 at 8:00 pm
Friday, May 8 at 8:00 pm
Saturday, May 9 at 8:00 pm
and Sunday May 10 at 3:30pm
at the CARLOS P. ROMULO AUDITORIUM,
RCBC Plaza, Ayala Avenue cor Sen. Gil Puyat Ave, Makati City
FOR TICKETS AND INQUIRIES,
contact 557.5860 and 0906.3315961
or call TICKETWORLD at 891.9999
Email Peachy at peachy@9workstheatrcal.com or visit www.9workstheatrical.com.
(Oops, the photo came out blurry. Too lazy to fix it, hahaha.)
Friday, March 6, 2009
Intimidation.
Last January, I decided to try out for another outlet, but then Crossroads also got in the way, thanks to Budyokk and Vaughn pestering me to join. So then the other outlet was sort of forgotten. They didn't contact me again for that, so I figured that they had finished casting and I wasn't part of it.
Then suddenly I got a text from the PM just last week. So I guess I got in. Coolness. Another thesis production (syempre yun lang ang pinapatulan ko, haha). When I got the email for the script and a couple of text messages, I saw who I was up against. Huwaaat? I have to act with these people? Holy kamote, I'm not even in their league, and how will I match up to them? And I haven't handled this type of material before. What did I get myself into?
Oh well. Maybe I'll just think that I'll learn a lot from them.
Then suddenly I got a text from the PM just last week. So I guess I got in. Coolness. Another thesis production (syempre yun lang ang pinapatulan ko, haha). When I got the email for the script and a couple of text messages, I saw who I was up against. Huwaaat? I have to act with these people? Holy kamote, I'm not even in their league, and how will I match up to them? And I haven't handled this type of material before. What did I get myself into?
Oh well. Maybe I'll just think that I'll learn a lot from them.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
The benefit of the doubt.
It's so amazing how the most simple gestures and words can affect a relationship. Sometimes, I just can't help but laugh it off because of the way some people would speak. There are some who would take something way too seriously even though it's half-meant or even told as just a mere joke. Some would take something serious as a joke. Then some would lash out at another person, rant with someone, or kahit ano pang diskarte mo para lang makahanap ng outlet or kakampi.
I always give everyone the benefit of the doubt. Kasi naman diba, siguro may dahilan kaya kailangan nilang gawin yun. The "benefit of the daw" pa nga eh, kung pwede rin yun. Kasi ang dami na masyadong nasasabi ng iba-ibang tao.
I can't tell anymore. And quite honestly, nakakapagod din. Ang hirap nang i-dissect ang pag-iisip ng tao just so you can tell whether they're still acting so juvenile at sinasadya na lang, or kung totoo nga at... ewan. Whatever.
"Ang plastic mo."
"Kailangan din maging plastic dito no."
I've been hearing this brief conversation for years.
I thought people had buried certain issues already. Hindi pala madali para sa kanila ang forgive and forget. Nagmamatigas kasi siguro sila kaya they still carry grudges.
Plastic. Transparent. You can be either. You can be both.
Stop talking trash, people.
'Yun lang.
I always give everyone the benefit of the doubt. Kasi naman diba, siguro may dahilan kaya kailangan nilang gawin yun. The "benefit of the daw" pa nga eh, kung pwede rin yun. Kasi ang dami na masyadong nasasabi ng iba-ibang tao.
I can't tell anymore. And quite honestly, nakakapagod din. Ang hirap nang i-dissect ang pag-iisip ng tao just so you can tell whether they're still acting so juvenile at sinasadya na lang, or kung totoo nga at... ewan. Whatever.
"Ang plastic mo."
"Kailangan din maging plastic dito no."
I've been hearing this brief conversation for years.
I thought people had buried certain issues already. Hindi pala madali para sa kanila ang forgive and forget. Nagmamatigas kasi siguro sila kaya they still carry grudges.
Plastic. Transparent. You can be either. You can be both.
Stop talking trash, people.
'Yun lang.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Number 2.
Being 2nd best isn't so bad, hahaha. It's still one of the best.
Hahaha, yun lang. =)
Today's homily talked about happiness. Real happiness is not supposed to be fleeting. So maybe what we had was merely out of sheer vanity. But it's not purely vanity, really. Some of the kids needed an outlet, and they wanted to learn. And sure, they had fun. We all did. There were a lot of notes on the execution, especially because most of it was taken way too literally. But oh well, that's how you learn.
But I still can't help that there are still some weird politics on some things. If you know me well enough, you know what I'm talking about. Maybe I'll blog about it another time.
There's another outlet in the works. Sakto lang.
By the way, congrats to Dana and Yuji, hehehe.
I know it's an old song already, but I've only gotten around to listening to Kristin Chenoweth's "Taylor the Latte Boy" recently. Yeah, I've been hiding under a rock, hahaha. Listened to it once, then got a minus one and a vocal score online, hahaha. Paging David, when do we resume lessons? I want to sing this, hehe.
I can't believe I gained so much weight ever since I had squeezed myself into that pretty blue bridesmaid dress. New morning routine starts tomorrow. The question is, will I stick with it?
Random thought. I'm craving for tempura tuna sashimi tartare. Or spicy tuna salad from Omakase.
Speaking of cravings, it doesn't help when I watch episodes of Food Paradise on Discovery Travel and Living, hahaha.
By the way, miss ko na kayo. Yes, you. Kamusta ka na?
Hahaha, yun lang. =)
Today's homily talked about happiness. Real happiness is not supposed to be fleeting. So maybe what we had was merely out of sheer vanity. But it's not purely vanity, really. Some of the kids needed an outlet, and they wanted to learn. And sure, they had fun. We all did. There were a lot of notes on the execution, especially because most of it was taken way too literally. But oh well, that's how you learn.
But I still can't help that there are still some weird politics on some things. If you know me well enough, you know what I'm talking about. Maybe I'll blog about it another time.
There's another outlet in the works. Sakto lang.
By the way, congrats to Dana and Yuji, hehehe.
I know it's an old song already, but I've only gotten around to listening to Kristin Chenoweth's "Taylor the Latte Boy" recently. Yeah, I've been hiding under a rock, hahaha. Listened to it once, then got a minus one and a vocal score online, hahaha. Paging David, when do we resume lessons? I want to sing this, hehe.
I can't believe I gained so much weight ever since I had squeezed myself into that pretty blue bridesmaid dress. New morning routine starts tomorrow. The question is, will I stick with it?
Random thought. I'm craving for tempura tuna sashimi tartare. Or spicy tuna salad from Omakase.
Speaking of cravings, it doesn't help when I watch episodes of Food Paradise on Discovery Travel and Living, hahaha.
By the way, miss ko na kayo. Yes, you. Kamusta ka na?
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Update of a girl's "work in pragres."
Not exactly an update, but because I haven't been blogging as much as I used to, I guess you can still call this an update, hahaha.
I got to watch a rerun of Top Design a couple of weeks ago, aptly right after I had met up with a couple of friends from my interior design block in UST. Yep, if I hadn't pursued theater, I would've been an interior designer. It was so funny how that came about. I loved playing with dollhouses as a kid, and recreating the space in those houses. But I never regretted spending a year studying interior design. I never thought of myself as a real artist, and only knew how to draw by directly copying something, and sometimes even just by tracing over things. Under the super critical eyes of my professors, I had to learn how to draft, sketch and master handling certain drawing tools and coloring materials. I had to painstakingly repeat plates and studies just because I drew over a line twice or have too much green in a particular shade of brown. But even as I muttered angry words at them behind their backs while hoping that the rains would flood the entire campus for the next few days, I was still grateful for what I had picked up from them. I had enjoyed studying art history so much that I brought it with me to CSB, along with the simple drawing techniques.
When I had seen Clarz and Frances in Taft that day, I was so happy for what they have become. I remember Clarz crying in the hallway during our freshman year because of an unreasonable grade our professor had given her. I remember my adventures with Frances and Jill and the rest of our gang just so we can finish an art history project inspired from Jill's "love letters" to us. Now these two are real interior designers, and are airming for a really big project to design a school. Wow, I sure hope they bag that job.
There are some things that never change, even in certain groups, if you know what I mean. There was a group of people that I never really clicked with because of their power trips and unreasonable judgment, and for quite a while, I thought they had changed because the original people had already left. Maybe their outlook on life changed when new people came. That's what I thought. But I guess I thought wrong. There are still some of the same kinds of people, the type who just doesn't like you just because "hindi ka nila feel." Regardless of your talent and your skills, basta di ka feel, ayaw nila sa iyo. How superficial... How juvenile. Then they carry this huge aura that screams "I'm better than you" just because they know what they can do, or just because they feel as if they just are better than you. Igh. Sorry ha, but just because a material's funny doesn't mean that you can play everything for laughs.
Oops, my apologies for the rant.
Anyway.
I've already been to the National Musuem once (what kind of Filipino am I? Hahaha) a few years ago, but yesterday was the first time I came face to face with the Spolarium. It was supposed to be some sort of field trip for class, so I just thought that I would just come in, look at everything that I needed and write things down, then leave. So once I stepped inside the room, I approached the first painting nearest the door and started scribbling away. When I got to the center of the room, there it was. Juan Luna's Spolarium. My pen still was poised on the notebook I was holding, and I was just standing there, gawking at the entire piece. Despite the painting's theme, it was so so so beautiful. The rich colors, the details, everything. Huwaw.
Showtime is near. Tuesday to be exact. Hay naku, one thing I still hate about familiar materials is the regret that I had watched versions of it, giving me pegs that I tend to copy. Arg. Then old habits suddenly returned. I become afraid of silence again, and my eyes keep shrinking. And I tend to go deaf. Double arg. Maybe it comes with the pressure, hahaha. I know the original cast will be checking out the production. Bumisita lang once si Labli, na-lost na ako eh, hahaha.
Two more days. I'll just have fun with it, I guess.
I got to watch a rerun of Top Design a couple of weeks ago, aptly right after I had met up with a couple of friends from my interior design block in UST. Yep, if I hadn't pursued theater, I would've been an interior designer. It was so funny how that came about. I loved playing with dollhouses as a kid, and recreating the space in those houses. But I never regretted spending a year studying interior design. I never thought of myself as a real artist, and only knew how to draw by directly copying something, and sometimes even just by tracing over things. Under the super critical eyes of my professors, I had to learn how to draft, sketch and master handling certain drawing tools and coloring materials. I had to painstakingly repeat plates and studies just because I drew over a line twice or have too much green in a particular shade of brown. But even as I muttered angry words at them behind their backs while hoping that the rains would flood the entire campus for the next few days, I was still grateful for what I had picked up from them. I had enjoyed studying art history so much that I brought it with me to CSB, along with the simple drawing techniques.
When I had seen Clarz and Frances in Taft that day, I was so happy for what they have become. I remember Clarz crying in the hallway during our freshman year because of an unreasonable grade our professor had given her. I remember my adventures with Frances and Jill and the rest of our gang just so we can finish an art history project inspired from Jill's "love letters" to us. Now these two are real interior designers, and are airming for a really big project to design a school. Wow, I sure hope they bag that job.
There are some things that never change, even in certain groups, if you know what I mean. There was a group of people that I never really clicked with because of their power trips and unreasonable judgment, and for quite a while, I thought they had changed because the original people had already left. Maybe their outlook on life changed when new people came. That's what I thought. But I guess I thought wrong. There are still some of the same kinds of people, the type who just doesn't like you just because "hindi ka nila feel." Regardless of your talent and your skills, basta di ka feel, ayaw nila sa iyo. How superficial... How juvenile. Then they carry this huge aura that screams "I'm better than you" just because they know what they can do, or just because they feel as if they just are better than you. Igh. Sorry ha, but just because a material's funny doesn't mean that you can play everything for laughs.
Oops, my apologies for the rant.
Anyway.
I've already been to the National Musuem once (what kind of Filipino am I? Hahaha) a few years ago, but yesterday was the first time I came face to face with the Spolarium. It was supposed to be some sort of field trip for class, so I just thought that I would just come in, look at everything that I needed and write things down, then leave. So once I stepped inside the room, I approached the first painting nearest the door and started scribbling away. When I got to the center of the room, there it was. Juan Luna's Spolarium. My pen still was poised on the notebook I was holding, and I was just standing there, gawking at the entire piece. Despite the painting's theme, it was so so so beautiful. The rich colors, the details, everything. Huwaw.
Showtime is near. Tuesday to be exact. Hay naku, one thing I still hate about familiar materials is the regret that I had watched versions of it, giving me pegs that I tend to copy. Arg. Then old habits suddenly returned. I become afraid of silence again, and my eyes keep shrinking. And I tend to go deaf. Double arg. Maybe it comes with the pressure, hahaha. I know the original cast will be checking out the production. Bumisita lang once si Labli, na-lost na ako eh, hahaha.
Two more days. I'll just have fun with it, I guess.
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