12.16.2005

One Year

It was out first anniversary as a couple last Sunday. Jerome took me to dinner at Old Manila at the Penn. I had veal with wine and consumed almost half of the basket of bread. (Yummy…carbs be damned.) He had steak and prawns. It was fun to dress up for dinner.

So it has been a year of dates, nightly phone calls, and shallow humor.

It was difficult for me at first to imagine how we could sustain a relationship. He’s a left brain person, I’m right-brained. We don’t have too many things in common. We were both a novelty to each other at first.

Then he pointed out something many people I know sometimes overlook; we have the same values, and we have the same set of ideals. That's kind of hard to come by these days.

That may not be the most solid of foundations, but it’s sturdy and we have put in about 3 years of casual friendship (and secret crushes on each other *blush*) before we started dating, and well…fell in love. (Still reading? Heeheehee)

My pet name for Jerome is Daddy J. That’s because he seems so…er, responsible for everyone. If you meet him, you’ll know what I’m talking about.

Daddy J. is going to visit with my family in CDO this December 26th (on his birthday). My brother has already booked that evening. I think him and the Friday Club are gonna get him drunk. Hahahaha…Oh boy.

I’m happy to go home with my sister, Vangie this year. I’ll be seeing my folks again. My brother, my sister-in-law, and my favorite almost-a-little-girl-but-still-a-rugrat Maxine. We’re also awaiting the arrival of Casting Khu (Unnamed baby, still casting.)

It will be a Merry Christmas.

12.09.2005

just be

went to nelz' blog and "just be" was playing in my itunes. thought it's appropriate for nelson's topic for his dec. 7th entry. decided to put in the lyrics.


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Artist: Kirsty Hawkshaw
Song: Just Be Me
Travel the world
Don't you come run away
From the person you are in your heart
You can be who you want to be
Make us believe in you
Keep all your light in the dark
Be searching for truth
You must look in the mirror
And make sense what you can see
Just be--
Just be
They say learning to love yourself
Is the first step that you take
When you want to be real
Flying on planes to exotic locations
Won't teach you how you really feel
Face up to the fact
That you are who you are
And nothing can change thatI believe
Just be--
Just be
Cause now I know
It's not so far
To where I go
That I am spared
It's inside me--
To just be
Just be
Just be
I was lost
And I'm still lost
But I feel so
Much better
Cause now I know
It's not so far
To where I go
That I am spared
It's inside me--
To just be
Just be
And flying on planes to exotic locations
Won't teach you how you really feel
Just be--
Just be

12.05.2005

Maybe November

The whole November felt like one long blurred week. There was no time to blog, although a lot of things were happening inside and outside my head.

Last month I was once more contacted by Imaginary Friends for a freelance gig to help out with digital effects for their entry to MMFF 2005, Enteng Kabisote 2. (Yes, you read it correctly, a sequel. LOL)

The month was long, and at the same time, too short. It felt right and natural to be doing compositing again. Jerome pointed out that I sounded happier. Thea pointed out that I was probably bored with print. My mom pointed out that I'd make more money.

As dysfunctional as it may seem, post-production is a world that took a hold of me ten years ago.

I did try to do print for the past 2 years and six months, though. But as a medium, it's not as compelling for me as video or film. The huge degree of satisfaction that one gets from work was always missing in print. You go through the motions, and you hope it will be over soon. Then you hope you get older very very soon so you can retire and die.

This time, undeniably, and irrevocably, satisfaction was there. Mocking me, seducing me with sexy little smiles.

Maybe I'll make a comeback. Maybe I'll do broadcast design this time. No commercials. Maybe not. Maybe the whole world has just become one giant possibility again. Maybe the world is mine again.