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My contract with Imaginary Friends ends by the 2nd of December. It has been a fun month.

All that fooling around with g5’s and effects, heckling co-workers, the good-natured bantering, wading together through all those endless hours, days have run together like an extended slumber party.

I had a great time with these new faces at varied depths. The general lack of malice in their environment is priceless and rare. There is a default trust you have for each other’s skills brought about by a deadline always a pace away from biting you in the butt.

Obviously, I’ve been in post-production too long not to miss it. And just when I have decided to focus on print, here come the post-production offers.

1. a deal to extend my contract with IF
2. one from a posthouse in HK
3. another as broadcast designer for a tv station that has a Fitness First branch downstairs! SWEET!

All relatively attractive in many ways, all tempting…

I should be all over them!!! Where were these jobs when I needed them?! Paksheet, talaga!

But things have started to go well with Quttlefish Designs Inc. It has been more than a year of uphill climbs, shotgun hit-or-miss targets to look for clients and projects. At some point, it seemed so much easier to just wave a little white flag, and look for a real job with tail between my legs.

But it was too rich not to play out.

QDI is our baby, birthing pains and all. And our little baby has grown enough that we’ve got bookings until February next year. (These facts sound better than they are in gritty reality, by the way)

Aside from the usual sporadic projects from our regulars, we are doing mags for a publisher who is straight-talking and does not waste our time with any b.s. Well appreciated, and very cool.

Would it be greedy if I straddle 2 disciplines/media? I could keep video as a serious hobby or plan b, and print as primary career…

I know one way or the other, I will have fun. It’s probably just separation anxiety. A choice has to be made between

1. having both and balancing out, and
2. focusing solely on graphic design

I need to get my shit together. Think I have to contemplate this at the Sunken Garden… *fade in zen music*


Last Respects

I recently spoke to my father on the phone. He said he was going to China. And like every time he makes a trip there, he affectionately coaxes me to go with him and see his roots. I would love to visit his country of origin. Unfortunately, previous commitments prevent me from doing so.

He is happy to finally pay his proper last respects to my grandmother.

At the end of this month, he is finally getting his longtime wish. As her only son, he will go to China to have her remains cremated.

When my Father was 6, his Mother was bit by a rat in a plague and had died of rabies. He was brought to the Philippines to live with his Father and his Filipino family.

Pa has a 1X1 black and white photo of Ah-ma (Grandma). She looked like a pretty lady at her prime in that photograph. My dad said she was really clever with thread and needle, and can sew my grandfather a qui-phao (Chinese silk suit) by evening if he asks her to do this in the morning.

It just occurred to me that I don’t know my Ah-ma’s name. Disgraceful.


Sunday People Reunion

Last Friday evening was the Sunday People Manila Reunion. I used to hang with this group in Singapore. Fun folks who love to just hang out mostly on Sundays (hence our name) at Butcher’s Bachelor Pad. Otherwise known to everyone as the infamous Casa Centeño.

Some of us have repatriated, and some are still there. As Butch and Vichelli were both Manila for various reasons, we met up in Makati.

After dinner, we went to check out Havana Café in GB3, a.k.a. Meat market and Skank Central. White meat was everywhere. Tarsiers abound.

National Geographic Moment: Contrary to popular belief, these delicate little brown creatures are not in danger of being extinct. They just evolved. Now they wear outfits that normally comprise of cloth that cover various parts of their bodies. Even with longer limbs, and longer hair on the head, tarsiers still have strong clinging-to-the-branch instincts. These updated branches are attached to Caucasian bodies. They are called arms.

We moved to another bar, and the old bantering and general alaskahan atmosphere was good to enjoy again. The drinks flowed and music was loud. Then I remembered something that I felt some of us would get a kick from. So I leaned over the table to talk to the guy in the group that everyone trusts.

Olive: *over loud music* Did you know I had a crush on you in Singapore?
Trustworthy Guy: *Blank Look* What?
… *stunned silence*

The music had just stopped at precisely that moment I yelled. Yes, it happens in real life.

crick crick crick…
O: *mortified and feeling 2 inches tall*

Start Loud Music. All hell breaks loose. The guys stand up, huddled in one corner, another pair of heads in another corner…

O: *now an amoeba*
TG: *stands up laughing*
Olive, we need to talk…
O: *in death throes*

It wasn’t too bad. According to the Sunday Boys, he liked me back. Not a bad rescue. They ARE my friends.

Now I think what’s going on is that we’re hanging out and sort of getting to know each other. People will call it dating. For some, it’s the mother of all news.



seems like i've stumbled upon post production again.

i'm part of a team doing tagalog fantasy teleserye that has fx. the last time i did this for the same tv station, the quality we had to work with has not improved. that was 5 years ago.

hours like these, nobody would have time to be inspired about anything. it's gruelling, all you can think about is to make the deadline. the quality often takes a backseat to deadlines. adding to this would be the dodgy lighting. d.o.p. is either blind, or has no basic understanding of the concept of chroma screens. factor in a director whose sole claim to fame includes having screamed at a starlet till she passed out in the rival channel to get himself fired from there...

overall, it's been a pleasant atmosphere. i'm working with a few of my fun favorite ex-officemates jona, ivee, and jeng.

i don't miss these hours, though. post-prod can consume your life if you are not careful.


dan's pain

Daniel Palma-Tayona has sent me a painting he has recently finished. Thought it's a beautiful painting to share. Poignant. Title is El Dolor que hay en Mi.

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that
we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that
most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of
God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There is nothing
enlightened about shrinking so that other people will not feel insecure
around you. We were born to manifest the glory of God that is within us.

It isn't just some of us. It is everyone, and as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give others permission to do the same. As we are liberated
from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."
--- Nelson Mandela
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