Sunday, May 25, 2008

As someone once said, there's a difference between a failure and a fiasco.


...so, I was there. With very vague idea what character I was to portray. Was told to stand in line with the other cast. Twas pretty apparent everyone's already dead on their feet from the day long's work. "This can be an excuse for their impatience"...was what I had in mind.

The director asked for an assurance if we all can articulate the lines with character. That I was extremely skeptical about. Warned us that the lines to mem'rize are long. Made me reasonably diffident. I took courage and voiced my concern. The director looked to my direction and curtly examined me but didn't pay much attention to the concern I was raising. In stead, told me to flatten my tongue. Wasn't able to say anything more.

But, I knew I was just going to waste their time so, when it's about time to throw lines, I implored my case once more and explained how I wanted it so badly but I hafta acknowledge my weak point. Which, in fact, is for their own good. Like, they're all so exhausted and it's already past 12mn. I can't really blame them if they yank at me for my mistakes. This time, they finally understood.

As luck would have it, they liked me, that's for sure. And so, I was still given another role. One snag, though... had to wait long hours for my turn (and how I hate waiting). But, I didn't mind. Still, it's a blessing, right?






Saturday, May 24, 2008

I knew what my job was; it was to go out and meet the people and love them.


Was in Dubai 14 hours ago. If you're gonna ask me how's it like there or about the weather or how nice it is there...save it. I won't be able to tell you anything. Twas not at all a vacation trip. I didn't tour around. Was there to do my first tele-series after a month of Sundays break from doing television shows. If you want to know of my reliving of the past being there and going back doing my craft, that, I can tell you.

Everything is still the same... Early and unexpected call time. Long hours wait. Scores of staff and crew strewn around the area. Stentorian and shrewish voices of the director and PAs. Legion of wishful talents hankering for a speaking role. Onlookers trying to have a peek at the celebs. These are just to name a few.

Almost got a regular stint only the speaking lines are not just for me. Not my native tongue and was so sure I'd only get yelled at screwing with the takes. Can never blame them if they'd scold at me and tell me nasty comments if this happens. I understand their fatigue. Working 22 hours is no joke so, I saved them from that hassle of extending another hours before calling a pack up. Of course, I feel a lil bad. Sure I will get a better role; but, who wouldn't be dismayed giving away an opportunity after acknowledging incapability?

Am still in but not with the character I should've portrayed. *sigh*

Still, am happy to be back. Will this be a continual thing for me this time around? This I have yet to find out. *daydreams*

Can't talk a lot today -- sick. Come back again and I will share more. See yah, all.







Monday, May 19, 2008

I really don't feel like becoming a lamp shade in some creepy apartment.


No, I didn't see him yesterday. If this is even the reason why you're back here. He wasn't anywhere in the fellowship. Another male vocal showed up. He's pretty good, yes. But, nothing compares to crushie. Oh well. Life's like that.








Saturday, May 17, 2008

My life is so stressful. People have no idea what it's like being me.

It's Sunday tomorrow. Yey! Hoping to see crushie again. Saw him last Sunday *sniggers*. Why did I even forget to mention? *day dreams* He's still the same him -- cutie. Soon, I can probably finally share with all confidence the movie where he's the lead. Not now. Am still 'shy'. And I will beg everyone who visits my Green Room to buy DVD of that flick. You hafta!

On a different note...

Here's what I do when already so stressed. To relax a bit, I take a few hours off and watch any film. Just any. The last three films I've seen were "The Green Mile" (yeah I know...it's already an ancient film! So what?!), "The Superhero Movie" and "Meet the Spartans".

The last two were so hilarious. The first comedy film I mentioned (The Superhero Movie), well, it's like dumb and dumber (plus dumbest). That's about it. But, you'll surely cackle the entire one hour and 15 minutes run time. Haha. Spoof of a number of superhero films. Nothing so different from what we locally have here like Booba and Volta, except, everything's totally hilarious. Almost no time to pause and breathe. Nothing but a sidesplitting comedy. I dunno about you. Just see for yourselves.

Meet the Spartans is, yes, another very funny comedy flick which is a parody of 300. Love it and I really rolled in laughter except it has lotsa sexual and crass humor and some comic violence. That poor kid. awww. Poor Brit as well. Was mocked severely in this movie. But, well, if you're just looking for something to help you ease tension, then, go ahead. Suit yourself. *wink* A loud laugh can really release stress.

While, the rather serious film, "The Green Mile"... it's a 1999 movie stars Tom Hanks and "Duncan" someone (just click the link to the movie website). Heh. Sorry, can't really remember names. Yes, I know he's an award winning actor, but...just let me get away with this for now.

Love-it-a-lot. Why not? It's based on a novel by a well-renowned fiction horror author, Stephen King. This movie's not a horror movie, though. It's about the life of this prison officer on death row and his encounter with a falsely accused black man (a Gentle Giant about 8 ft) of raping and murdering two young girls. This black guy happened to have faith healing power and later touched the prison officer's life. It's, in fact, more than touching his life; the Gentle Giant kinda bestowed the gift to him. Am encouraging everyone who hasn't seen this film yet to watch it. It's really something. *winks*

Well, this all for now...no whining today. *big smile*











Wednesday, May 14, 2008

I think I've been asleep most of my life.


...Seriously, now! I mean, everything seems to be such a surprise to me. I always end up pondering about things that happen in a day -- everyday. Like... how gossip can result to tremendous injury to relationships and yet people won't give it up. Rumors do break up friendships. Haven't we realised this yet?

Gossip, it kills trust and faith. We injure our own souls by it. The yentas just don't realise how much trouble they are causing their own reputes more than the inconvenience they're causing the persons they're tattling about. Can't help but to tut-tut about it. *glaring eyes*

Don't we have anything more sensible to talk about? Like how we can live life to the full, maybe?

*sigh* Well, enough of my babbling... better if I just share this with you. Makes better sense.


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WHO’S GOT YOUR TONGUE

It’s been estimated that a talkative person may speak 30,000 words a day! But the important question is, how do our words, whether many or few, affect others?

A Greek philosopher asked his servant to cook the best dish possible. The servant, who was very wise, prepared a dish of tongue, saying, “It’s the best of all dishes, for it reminds us that we may use our tongue to bless and express happiness, dispel sorrow, remove despair, and spread cheer.”

Later the servant was asked to cook the worst dish possible. Again, he prepared a dish of tongue, saying, “It’s the worst dish, for it reminds us that we may use our tongue to curse and break hearts, destroy reputations, create strife, and set families and nations at war.”

We don’t have to eat tongue to grasp that servant’s point. But we may have to “eat our own words” quite often before we learn to avoid saying things we’d like to retract.

Solomon wrote: “The tongue of the wise promotes health” (Proverbs 12:18). It affirms and encourages others. The key word in that verse isn’t tongue but WISE. The tongue is not in control, but the person behind it is.

If you want your tongue to build people up and not tear them down, ask God to make you wise.

- Joanie Yoder


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Thursday, May 8, 2008

Dear Darla, I hate your stinkin' guts. You make me vomit. You are the scum between my toes. Love Alfalfa.


What I find most strange is this -- how a group of girls in a particular place (could be the entire locale or office or school) would treat a new girl in a rather mean way, in stead of giving the latter a nice and warm welcome.

Seen this analogous scenario on PBB last night. Looks very familiar and it's vicious. I find it very galling cause there shouldn't really be any problem if not for this capricious and manipulative group. What's more surprising is that they didn't (don't) see themselves as the root of the problem. They consider themselves guiltless with valid reasons to act the way they did. So, it's the new girl's fault, huh?! When they gather together and leave the girl behind with this question in mind, "what could be wrong with me?" "Why don't they like me?"

But, the new girl can't be self-pitying for an unknown reason. She's got better things to do than feel sorry that the girls don't like her. So, she goes on doing what she's there to do. And this aggravates the sitch even more -- annoying the mean group further. Like provoking a colony of bee to swarm you.

Just what is the problem with girls? I mean, I am a girl myself, yes. But, I had never made anyone feel as if they should be isolated from my group (I never had one, though). I mean, what's the point?

All of us have different impressions on a new person in the place. But, it's never for us to judge about the person's character especially not when we have no basis but our hidden insecurities. Are we just protecting our territory so we're doing every possible thing to hinder the new person to feel comfortable with the group? Afraid that he or she might become more popular than the rest of you? Or maybe, threatened that this new person will take your place and dominate the group. I have no idea but dogs are so like that.


In her book, the 27-year-old Simmons offers a plaintive definition of relational aggression: ''Unlike boys, who tend to bully acquaintances or strangers, girls frequently attack within tightly knit friendship networks, making aggression harder to identify and intensifying the damage to the victims. Within the hidden culture of aggression, girls fight with body language and relationships instead of fists and knives. In this world, friendship is a weapon, and the sting of a shout pales in comparison to a day of someone's silence. There is no gesture more devastating than the back turning away.''

... ''Beneath a facade of female intimacy,'' she writes, ''lies a terrain traveled in secret, marked with anguish and nourished by silence.''







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