Been addicted to playing Rockband. I love this song on drums. Even on bass. Even on singing. Well I love playing it on all settings actually. It just makes me get into that headbanging mood.
The Avengers (2012)
An Education (2009)
A Trip to the Moon (1902)
The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920)
Nosferatu (1922)
Is Bad Art For Bad People? (documentary)
So far:
- One of my classrooms don’t have chairs. WE HAVE BEAN BAGS
- And in that classroom there is a big poster of The Godfather
- What we have to do in that classroom is just watch movies and watch more movies and right about them, and make a blog about them
- On the first day we watched An Education. British Accents and French? I loved it.
- My Film Directing professor looks like a pirate. He has very curly hair, he’s fat. He has a handkerchief around his head ALWAYS, he has a dangling earring in one ear. He wears rings. He looks like Captain Barbossa.
- I have two subjects which requires us making a film at the end of it. Go figure.
- Excited but very very scared.
- I’ve made a few new friends.
- Suddenly I wasn’t sure if shifting was a good step.
- But I dreamt of winning a Cannes. I dreamt of thanking God and my dad. If my brain can picture me in that situation, then yes. I think I’m on the right track.
Last Tuesday night, we covered Blackberry Mobile’s Anniversary and Launch of their new smartphones. I got to take pictures with Saab Magalona and Robi Domingo (celebrities) But that’s not why the night was memorable. (Ironic that I want it to be the exact opposite.)
See, it was held in a luxury club. It was an open bar. Wanting to get at least a rhum coke to keep me company while taking videos, I asked the waiter to get me one in the most english accent I could impress him in. He decided a rhum just wouldn’t suffice in such a posh place so he brought back a glass of Jack Daniel’s with coke. “Black coke”, he called it. I giggled and did a “toast” gesture to my other co-workers who weren’t holding any alcohol.
My boss saw me and asked “rhum coke?”
“No, sir. Jack coke.”
“I’m having whiskey.”
After finishing my first glass I decided to switch drinks. Well for the hell of it. It’s free after all.
“Can I get a Margarita with lychee please?”
“Uhm, mam I think you mean Lychee martini? The one those girls are drinking?”
“Yes, that’s what I meant”
Shit. Cover blown. I can’t even name my drink.
She brought it anyways. My boss came back and said “A different one?”
I nodded.
After that first Lychee Martini, I asked for another one. And another one, all the while pretending to be a guest and not just a media crew.
I brought a book with me too and one of the waiters was kind enough to keep it for me since he saw it lying on the floor.
I don’t remember how many Lychee Martinis I had. I remember my last drink was a Long Island. We were packing up and I decided to try a different one while the free lasted.
After the Long Island I was speaking in British. My most flawless imitation of it I think. It comes out smoothly when I’m drunk but when I’m sober I try too hard.
By this time my bosses were laughing at me. “Look who’s drunk!”
After packing up, my bosses, lovers of alcohol themselves, decided to have a drink in the nearby pub.
See that’s what I like about my bosses. Whenever they wanna eat or drink out after a shoot, they bring us all. Their treat.
I had a Vodka Cranberry and it was red as period blood.
They were chatting and I was entertaining my co-workers with my British Accent impersonation. Suddenly my two bosses were interviewing me. Clearly they’ve seen this before. The newbie getting drunk, loosening up, ready to spill.
I was telling them how I grew up all the while thinking about Anastasia and the Romanov family because of the Vodka. You know, with the russians drinking vodka to keep them warm and all.
Damn was I buzzed as hell.
My two bosses started debating with each other about God and religions and politics and I was joining in. Man, did I talk and talk and talk.
EMBARRASSING.
Some of the things I know I blabbered about:
- Paulo Coelho
- Buddhists
- Death
- Hell
- Religion
- The current Catholic pope having very sinister eyes
- Most Catholic popes having very sinister eyes
- Lady Gaga
- The Corona Trial
- My boyfriend and trying to defend why we’re still together (My boss gave a surprised expression when I told him we’re going three years. He said if I were his daughter he’d disown me. He has a twisted way of looking at relationships. Long relationships are absurd to him)
And I talked and talked and talked.
I want some more Lychee Martini right now.
“You don’t know what DUBSTEP is?”
“No. Is it a band?”
“Oh my god.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know, I must be getting old. Sing it.”
“I can’t sing it! I can imitate it though”
“Okay? Imitate it.”
“wubwubwubwub”
“What the hell?”
“Any song that goes wubwubwub is called dubstep! You know what, just listen to this.”
“So it starts with water, everything is water. And it pans out and they’re sitting on ice. Big blocks of ice. I can imagine a gold fan and then the dress is like, flying like whoosh. And then maybe the next sequence will be faded. We’ll leave a lot on imagination. So then there’s a very long window and outside may naglalaba (someone’s washing clothes).”
