People, Meet George.

See that guy over there beside me? (Well, he’s the only guy in that picture anyway)

That’s George.

Well, that’s all. *laughs* Seriously now, we owe a lot from this whiz kid from Broadcast Journalism 2-1 (now 3-1)–when we were in need of a guy extra for our telesine, we asked him just once, and all he said was, “May lines ba?” Ha ha.

I just want to thank him for that–so now I’m posting this pic taken from our telesine. Yes, the award winning one. But I’m not saying this just because I’m again bragging. It’s just that if it weren’t for a lot of people out there who readily accepted becoming an extra for our production, we probably wouldn’t be able to pass he telesine on time and we wouldn’t make it. It’s people like George that helped us a big deal.

So there. And visit his site, by the way: http://www.thirdcharm.blogspot.com. Give him a pat on the back. Tell him I sent you.

New layout again.

Yeah. I know.

I mean, forgive me: it’s summer–a procrastinator’s gotta do what a procrastinator’s gotta do. And that’s to put off everything, and actually spend as much eye-popping time over the computer as much as one can.

I uploaded it just now. So if there are bugs, forgive me, but please report them to me, though. The common things I have checked are possible malfunctions with the tag-board and the navigating pic below. Also the downloading time, but I’ve tried to keep my flash files low–the highest’s around 64kb. It shouldn’t really be bad for the dial-up dependents like me.

Oh, and it actually has a theme. These are clips from our telesine.

…dami kasing tao, eh. (laughs)

Okay, since it’s kinda mahirap lang naman mag mejo magpapindot pindot at magpa-type type ng words sa shoutbox para sagutin ang mga naggagandahang tanong ninyo, dito ko na lang po sasagutin. Since I still not have started on this thing I’m going to write as a pseudo-investigative thingy on something Mark and I tripped upon last Friday, then I’m going to answer your questions here instead, while waiting for some miracle to hit on my new connection (finally had to buy warpspeed, and after having hassles with the card [see below], I’m now contending with its sloth-like uber fast speed).

Straight off the tagboard (or Shoutbox):

To Candice, Tina and Jace: I already posted an answer. Nauna kong nabasa messages nyo, eh.

To Tani: Whoo. Inggit ka lang, mas gwapo ako sa iyo.

To Candice: Actually, I’m from Cavite. It’s just that we kinda went inside the less urbanized areas of Cavite. I’d hardly call it rural, though. I mean, free coffee refills exists. People there must be neurotics, ergo, they’re fast-paced, ergo, they are more urbanized. He he.

From Jace: who’d you liplock with?
JC: Calvin of Calvin and Hobbes.

From marc: [edited] …tsaka jc marami pa me na pics na papalagay sana dto sa web mo. kaso parang busy ka na sa mga extra curricular activities mo… sa monday March 29, 2004 swimming ulit? kaya sana naman hindi ka na magkasakit at ng maka-join join ka na samin. okie. at sana naman hindi ka na malaglag sa hagdanan! hahah ingatz! itaas taas mo nman ung pic namin ni anna okie!
JC: First off, this is my site. Please don?t make it your own personal trashcan. Secondly, I have no extra curriculars right now that you don’t know of, unless you’re talking cryptic. He he. Third, I’ll not dare fiddle with the stress+empty stomach+beer=hyperacidity equation anymore. Put sex as the product, I might even think about it. Fourth: your pic with Anna, I can’t move up. It?s a part of the archives. At ano kayo, conceited? Site ko ‘to. Ako bida dito. Gumawa kayo ng inyo.

From max:[edited] uminom ako ng mga 4 na bote ng beer. without dinner. sana hinde rin maghyperacidicthingy yung tyan ko. tuwa lang kasi ako kanina. overflowing ung beer dun sa freedom bar. syet!! si Aia!!!..
JC: Max. Hindi ka naman pasaway ng lagay na iyan, ano? Nag hyperacidity na nga ako, ginaya mo pa ako. Anong meron sa Freedom Bar? And wow, you met Aia back there? Cool. By the way, you uploaded the vid you took at Mayrics?, right? Can I buy a copy of it? Pleaseee?

From caz: oi, aba..may pic pa ako dyan ha. haha! mwaaah! cool gurl ka tlga!
JC: thanks! How have you been? Tagal na rin akong di nakakapag drop by sa tabulas mo.

From Tin: napapadaan po ulit. i think i know u pero i’m not sure.. cdgc alum din po ako.. kewl site btw.
JC: I emailed you something. From the way your placed this new tag, I’d presume you haven’t read it yet. Yeah, I think you’re 2 years my senior. I’m…1996, 1997? I’m not sure whichis my year.

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There. Thanks to those who frequently dropped by; those who thought my new pic was nice; those who tagged and said “I laave your new pic layout” but found it crappy…thanks. PLDT was down this past two days, so in a desperate attempt to bring myself back online, I bought a Warpspeed card.

And those fuckers. Ten light years after my ten thousand attempts to connect, the assholes up at their call center decided to set my password to default. There?s something wrong with the card, unfortunately. Took them 25 seconds approximately to fix my card. Took me 28 craps in our bathroom before I was finally hooked up with an operator. I even exasperatedly nagged the guy who took my call: how many operators you got there, buddy?

Uhm…three? He replied, rather unsure.

What, he didn’t know how to count? Yeah, ’cause it took you guys a long time to get to my call, I said.

Oh. Right. He replied. Then it was as if he hung for a bit, waiting for orders. Is there anything else, ma’am?

Right. Get back to what you’re doing. Fix my password. I replied.

Oh. Okay. Hang on for a minute. He says.

Oh fuck it. can anyone tell me the address of PLDT/Warpspeed offices? I’d like to apply for the job of a call operator. I’d just like show them how to be not stupid.

Oh well. Eve did bite the apple, didn’t she? Now the humanity’s THIS flawed.

Since when has it been that a lip-lock should change anything? No, it never should amount to anything. A lip-lock is just a lip-lock, nothing more, nothing less. It is just some integrated skin contact, not some ticket to the third base, neither is it a prerequisite to something that requires more body humping. Even if it constituted Josh Hartnett in the picture, a lip-lock is just a lip-lock. Nothing else.

Besides, it�s just a kiss, goddammit.

Second Order of Agenda…

First off, I need a stomach transplant.

I had a Jace moment this morning as the Gen. Trias wind breezed through my face from the open-windowed bus as I went home. You know when you get this feeling like your eyes are blessed with this natural wonder that your seatmates fail to take notice of, even if the breath taking wonder brings about such a wonderful feeling of nirvana? Simple things that people on the MRT fail to notice, like Jace said. Which is why I try to ride standing up on the MRT, because you just won�t get enough of the scenarios if you�re sitting down. Have you guys ever tried riding on the first train cab yet? The one that had the MRT driver on it? Once I made my mother run with me just for us to catch that train cab, in order for us to marvel at the way the rail tracks seem to come at you. He he.

Anyway, back to the momentary cheesy-ness, like I said, I had a Jace moment while I rode the bus on my way home from an overnight swimming. Yes, despite all the aches I�ve been through last Sunday to Monday, I managed to escape my mother�s frowns and fled to Gen. Trias, Cavite for a swimming victory party with the whole section celebrating our semester�s success�what with Anna and Mark winning the Fashion Expo, and us winning three major awards with our play, and now, us taking in 12 awards (that�s what I heard, although I couldn�t enumerate all of them) at the Gawad TALA (Talento, Awit, Lente, Arte) Video Awards night. So, with all the reminiscing I had this morning, it just seemed oh so fit with the morning rays dawning on every tree we passed by. Cavite just seems to be greener in the morning.

I can�t say I�ve had such a blast last night, though. I�m still bitter because I couldn�t take any of the beers around. I mean, the place is just over flowing with it, and I can�t even get to place any bottle near my lip. Come on: vodkas and red horses and san mig lights dancing around me, and my fucking stomach is up doing a revolution. I know I�m paying for my running to Mayrics� that Friday, but do I REALLY need to suffer this much?

No. that�s why I�m telling you now, I need a stomach transplant as soon as possible. If my fucking stomach�s going to desert me, my guts definitely won�t�and my guts can handle a fucking transplant, IF that�s what it takes to get the fucking beers rolling.

Anyone willing to be a donor? Just list your names below. My secretary will contact you for further questions.

Good lord, this is what I have to pay for being such a renegade daughter.

First off, let me congratulate Imago for pulling a job well done on their gig at Mayrics last Friday�the Listers� night. Phanie wasn�t able to make it but old friends Tani and Noel were there, plus I was able to meet three new people from the list. Aia was there again, of course.

The downside though, is this: that Friday was our Awards night, right? Since we got so hectic over it, it kinda took my mind off dinner, since I skipped the dinner party I was supposed to attend just to be able to run to UST for the Mayrics gig. Upon reaching the place, I immediately took my complimentary beer, guzzled it up, then ordered another one. After imago�s set, we kinda got bored so Noel and I took off, and wandered all over Ortigas after that.

And then, this happened.

Yesterday morning, I already felt something twitch inside my stomach upon waking up. I didn�t mind it much, I just drank some water then went off to go to church. On the afternoon, while I was watching Vanilla Sky on the laptop, my stomach lurched real bad that I got to puke all my innards out. Everything I ate was down to the drain. The whole afternoon all I did was puke, until my stomach could not take out anything much longer, that it started to puke acid instead.

Thank god it wasn�t ulcer, but near�it was an acid thingy with my stomach. I was almost tied to my bed the whole evening because I could not pull my self up; I was that sick. We almost ran to the hospital, but thank goodness our good neighbor Nat knew first aid things being a therapist, and made me drink sterilized milk to lessen the pain and the stomach lurching. I�m now a bit fine, thank god, but my head is still swirling.

Sigh. I was thinking maybe someone bitter spiked my beer or something, due to my WINNING the GAWAD TALA 2004 BEST ACTRESS AWARD last Friday. Ha ha.

Yeah, people. Let me hear the applause. Minsan lang ako maging conceited. Woohoo!!

It was a cleansweep. We didn�t win any awards on the MTV, Feature and Documentary level because barely anyone from our section passed one (pagmamadali, di natapos), but during the peak of the awarding, our Telesine group won almost all of the Telesine awards except for Best Supporting actor and Best Male actor, which is okay, since our best supporting actor is non-existent, and our best male actor had only three-four lines on the film. I was the main actress, so it was understandable. But the Male actress award still went to our section, only it went to the other telesine group.

Hah. This is for all those who scoffed that our group wouldn�t make it, just because our genre was suspense-thriller.

So here are our awards:

Best Make-up Production
Best Production Design
Best Sound Mixing
Best Screen Play (I�m the script editor�woohoo!)
Best Director
Best Supporting Actress
Best Actress (aherm.)
Best Telesine of the Year.

More to follow, I think. I mean, I can�t remember if this is all. Thanks for the prayers, people. Next time na ang blow-out.

The night�s air that marked its way on her made it easier for my fingers to trace the beauty distinct on her copper-pale skin; each touch arousing a tingly sensation brought about by the solitary cold that breezed through her room�s windows. Each curve my fingers felt brought me to a thousand more beautiful dreams of her, with the warmth emanating from her producing a potent aroma that lulled me further to my fantasies. The lips that produced an aria of light laughter now gently formed its corners upward, with a mesmerizing sweetness prominent on its pout. I slowly placed my finger on her lower lip, as if such act will restrain me from kissing her and waking her up.

I sighed. She was so beautiful it hurts just to look at her sleeping like that beside me, with the feel of her naked skin pressing against mine. With the night�s rays upon her, I could not help but moon at her grace�for the thousandth time tonight, I again utter a small prayer of thanks�to anyone up there who might understand me and forgive me a thousand more for committing the sin of falling in love with her a thousand times more in the future. No one can resist her. The gods above must be in the same predicament as I am.

She slowly stirred, her face now more exposed to the moonlight and to my desiring eyes. It must have been the sigh heard from me once more, or maybe she could feel my hesitance to wake her up, that made her slowly open her beautiful hazel eyes and lovingly gaze at me. Those eyes! Those eyes that often extracted the truth from me, those eyes that just made me feel enveloped by this overwhelming desire to fly. Even the crinkles beside her eyes that laugh along with the sunrise�it was just so captivating, so endearing. I could list a thousand more words like I usually do at midnight while she�s sleeping in my arms, or while I softly blow the hair strands away from her face�there have been hundreds of nights before this but I never failed to marvel at her beauty just when I am alone to truly immerse in its glory.

She knows. I can feel it. Each time I look at her silently, each time I slowly smile at her�she knows each time more and more I am growing to love her. She�s aware that I am a captive of her heart, and at this moment I am nothing but thankful of that.

What are you thinking, she asked in hushed tones. She gently placed her hand on my cheek, cupping her hands on my melancholic smile. I did not answer.

Are you thinking about them? Your son? Your�

My fingers cut her words as I placed them across her lips. She understood. I could not bear enough guilt, not again.

You�ll see them tomorrow, She assured me. Tonight, you�re mine, tomorrow, you�re back to your family.

That�s what I�m afraid of. I silently replied. She just nodded.

How�s Robbie? She asked.

He�s fine, he�s growing up fast and handsome, like his dad. I smiled.

She grinned at this, then strained to kiss my forehead. It�s going to be alright, she whispered. Let�s sleep now.

I weakly nodded, then she cradled my head on her breasts. For a few moments, our breathing matched each other, in slow, peaceful successions. I closed my eyes. God. Please forgive me, but I just love her.

Princess, I muttered. I love you.

I could feel her smile. Her chest moved up and down steadily, swaying me to sleep.

I love you too, dearie, she replied. You�ll forever be my queen.

I sighed. It was enough to give me peace, at least just for that moment.