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wanderingcommuter: the condition

wanderingcommuter — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 11:39:00 -0800

finally, i opened my eyes and saw myself catching my breathe and just staring at Js face in that distance for the first time.

in my head, i could taste those rotund sweat running across that warm face as if its steaming the sweetest melon drops. hoping, i could also savor them as it reached Js inviting lips. but i realized, it was already too much if i am going to do that. besides, we could no longer deny to ourselves that we were both selfishly satiated that night.

J was one of my early seatmates, whom i had a great crush before. but never had the courage to tell it. although, we were just sitting beside each other, we rarely talk. we found it very hard to strike a conversation, that probably made everything more interesting for me. never thought that silence could be that very sexy.

until one boring afternoon, J finally broke our distance. J came from nowhere, held my hand and placed it on the middle of those firm thighs as i gently gasped for my breathe. i looked at J, asking for reasons. thinking this could be just a dream, an unconscious impulse drawn out from my own desire. but J didn't look back, instead a soft smile was drawn from the side of Js lips, that confirmed that it was really happening.

eventually we found ourselves inside a narrow room, that was filled with this undescribable scent. close to a concoction of dry sweat and perishing desires of previous tenants who shared the same space. if only i could only read their stories behind these walls. and how the room is writing ours.

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J stood infront of me and held my head close. i could feel both of our bodies flaring with intolerable warmth until the moon decided to hide behind the passing clouds. while the stars briefly shut their eyes. innocence and realization clashed.

after everything returned. J stood from the bed, went to the corner and gathered the past on the floor. while i stood up from my back and asked the night, if this will happen again?

then J looked back at me and smiled while closing the first buttons of Js already dulled uniform. this sealed our sole silent agreement.

days and nights passed, and life went through as if nothing really happened. we were still seatmates and hosts to each other, whenever the urge came knocking inside our crotches. we did it almost everywhere. most of the time, in the most unconventional places or wherever our drives would kick in.

until finally, i found myself slowly falling for J. i sent J messages almost every nights, thinking that probably will be atleast friends or hopefully even more. but J never really replied back. J changed numbers through numbers but would text me eventually to inform me about the new one. and this would read to me as let's meet, i am horny.

as if we made a great leap from being regular seatmates to just fubus, that we have already surrendered our only ticket in becoming friends or lovers for that matter.

at the time when our silence was already driving me nuts, i decided to confront J after painting our own night again. i finally confessed what i really felt. how i wanted to start from scratch again and take the path we never took. hoping that we might be heading to a better journey. but i guess it was already too late.

we never saw each other again.

J was my first. and evertime i recall what J was to me, it reminds me of how life is indeed full of conditions. and sometimes the hardest conditions are those that are unexpected and unsaid.

in our case, i could have sex with J until my desires bloat. but i lost the word fantasy along the way. i can love J everytime we do it. but J can never feel the same way as i do. and these were the conditions i actually missed out.

what makes conditions hard is proportional to what you have to sacrifice. but how come when you love, these conditions don't necessarily apply to both parties? how its easier for one and difficult for another? and how come the sacrifices actually differ.

then i have realized, perhaps we can never really have everything that we want. thus, we are expected to do the best decision among all the options we have.

joelmcvie: Scenes From Subic

joelmcvie — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 11:21:00 -0800

Corporate Closet took the Mazda MX5 for a test drive. He chose to drive the yellow one, even though it wasn’t the kind of yellow he wanted. He’s this close to really buying one. If he does, his moving on would be complete. Bwhahaha! (evil laftir)

The Macallan. Single malt scotch whiskey. 12 years old. It was really f**king great sh*t. My current officemates saw me for the first time in my “dance party Energizer bunny” mode during the first night chill-out party hosted by us. The Macallan (and several shots of tequila) fueled my dance-cardio routine that continued way after the others stopped dancing. Afterwards P, our resident tri-athlete, turned to me and exclaimed: “You should join a triathlon!”

The next night I was again in my “dance party Energizer bunny” mode for the Marlboro Party (so far most people have said that it was the best of all the parties during the Ad Congress). And they spared no expense for it: gigantic LED screens spanning the length of the stage, world-class DJs, Rico Blanco on guitars, live singers, costumed dancers, fireworks, balloons. And the most important element to a successful party? Free-flowing booze, from beer to vodka to whiskey and back! I ended up dancing onstage in front of the DJ’s booth. Hey, it was a Friday evening; I had to make up for my absence in Bed!

Whatsup! Whatsup! “Bugnaw” is Bisaya for “cold” (why there’s Bisaya in Subic is anybody’s guess). No wonder the sodas were also in Bisaya.

Where else can you find a pine tree co-existing with a coconut tree?

To attract the crowds to our booth, we showed the pilot episode of Glee and the Pacquiao-Cotto fight. We attracted maybe two Gleeks. But when we played the fight, there was sudden queue of people wanting to get freebies at our booth.

Chilling out at the beach front with Corporate Closet. If you look closely, you could see our reflection on CC’s shades.

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We were in Subic for five days, but by the third night we felt like we were there for a week. I wonder how the Congress would have fared had it pushed through in Baguio.

And no, I didn’t get lucky at this Congress, unlike the last one and the one before—but let’s not get into that.

: A Date With Gabby

noreply@blogger.com (Lyka Bergen) — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 15:17:00 -0800

Designer Tom Ford's debut film, A Single Man's trailer caught my attention. The Almodovarish aesthetics is so noticeable. Or maybe its just me. Watch:

Come tomorrow, Jezza and I have a movie date with her:

We'll talk about who she'll wear at the Oscars next year.

And Yessaaah! She will be there too!

Knowing that Glitter wont work anymore, she de-glamorized herself this time and gained positive reviews. The UST Gay, Jezza cannot wait!

: Music Sicko

noreply@blogger.com (Lyka Bergen) — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 21:52:00 -0800

Saan nababagay ang music na itoh:

(Full song at the side bar ----->)

A. Sa isang Fashion Show na si Alek Wek ang Finale.
B. Modern Ballet with Lisa Macuja.
C. National Costume Parade sa isang Gay Pageant.
D. Chasing scene sa ala "City of God" na movie.
E. Dance number sa "So You Think You Can Dance".

Lahat ata pwede anik? I am always inspired with beautiful and odd music. This one enlivens me to masturbate. Walang biro! Tse!

wanderingcommuter: a tribute to friendship: one of the reasons why i love my college days part 2

wanderingcommuter — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 07:04:00 -0800

"o bangon na, magnenevada daw tayo. pahiram ulit ng tshirt mo. hindi ako nakapagdala ng damit eh."

"puta ka! hindi mo pa nga nababalik yung mga pants ko."

she had this beautiful sets of long, colorful and wavy pants, about a three inches below the knees, that i love to wear to school. i never returned a single pair back. but i still keep all of them with me until now.

as cheesy as it may sound, we found another family in our friendship, that made our college days and nights more fruitful and worth recalling. i believe that its something not every college graduate is blessed.

even after we graduated, we have constant communication with each other. we would surprised each other with unexpected visits, eventhough some of us are back in our own provinces. catching what happened to our careers, lovelives and yes, even our sexlives.

until one day, she called for a meet up.

"talaga?! congrats!" S shouted with full astonishment.

"where?" i excitedly asked.

"in london. i just received the letter yesterday. the scholarship will cover everything for my masterals, except for the lodging, ofcourse. if i'll be able to finish all the requirements before the month ends. then perhaps i'll be leaving next month na."

then the realization dropped on us like heavy chunks of ice. we were happy that she had such opportunity abroad, but sad because someone has to leave again. its just hard to live in a country where citizens are their major exports, as if the state thinks that their people don't have friends, families or just simply apathetic.

a year swiftly passed by, but we heard nothing from her. she didn't leave us her numbers, never replied to our messages nor contacted us through friendster or facebook. we missed her and at the same kinda woried. but we have high hopes that she'll be able to tumble down any obstacles she may encounter in london. until i received an contact invitation in my facebook yesterday. it was her.

i immediately accepted her invitation and went to her page. left a message there saying, HUY! PUTANGINA KA! MUSTA KA NA, HAYUP KA! MISS NA MISS NA KITA! I LOVE YOU!

our sociology professor once told us, you can only and truly curse the people you love, that is why we learn to address each other with profanity.

it didn't take long when she replied back. we shifted in using IM. i could feel that there was something different based from the tone of her messages. she was not as perky as she used to, as if she was not that excited as i was. and most of all, she didn't curse back. until she finally admitted she is already in the country since last december, that she is now renting a condominium in qc, with her family. but what surprised me the most was when she said, "magkaka-inanaanak ka na ulit next year."

"what?! are you pregnant?"

"ay hindi, sa kuya ko close kayo nun di ba?! malamang sa akin. 5 months na."

"sinong ama? oh no, don't me tell me taga-london yan."

"hindi, sira. tinatanong pa ba yan?"

"oh no, si M?!"

"andami mo namang oh no... OH YES, si M nga."

"che! hahaha! hah? e di ba may nabuntis din siya dati?"

"oo. pero hindi sila magkasama. and he doesn't know."

"wait lang ha. medyo sumakit ang gspot ko sa iyo. bakit?"

"saka na. i've decided to tell him kapag nalabas ko na para isang paliwanagan na lang."

i was speechless after reading that line. i knew that shes strong, like she has always been. but in a strange way, she made me feel that she needs me, she needs us.

"whatever happens, or if you need anything, never hesitate to contact me ha. kahit ama para sa magiging anak mo, pwede ako."

she laughed.

"hey. seryoso ako," a long pause.

"salamat."

i could picture her crying.

we're both crying.

Kiks: Caveat Emptor

Kiks — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 03:23:00 -0800

I should have seen by the print that it was not what I wanted it to be. Hindi na sana ako nag-bid.

Sigh, sayang the 250HKD.

Kiks: Ramping Mongkok

Kiks — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 09:26:00 -0800

With the helps and influence of Kawadjan, DP and Mel, I am doing my first, and hopesfully last (?), photoshoot of my everyday wear for winter.

Wrap Around Jacquet by H&M Japan
over DKNY Ukay Sweats
UNIQLO Jeans
MUJI Reds

: R.I.P. Daul

noreply@blogger.com (Lyka Bergen) — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 00:01:00 -0800

Goodbye Daul Kim! Goodbye!

joelmcvie: House About It?

joelmcvie — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 13:48:00 -0800

Because our bosses heard our horror stories about our former bold-star-turned-hostess Ms. AP, they decided to pull us out of there and place us in a house that our admin people rented. The good news? The admin peeps were leaving Friday morning, so we could take over the house they were vacating. The bad news? The house is old, as in creepy old. Last night one of our officemates saw someone carrying a fairly large shoulder bag go down the stairs; she decided to follow her downstairs. When she got to the ground floor, no one was there.

“From Kooky House to Spooky House” should be the title of this weekend.

joelmcvie: The Talented Mr. Ripley, Part Two

joelmcvie — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 03:51:00 -0800

Here is the second of three parts, the continuation of CC's Mr. Ripley encounter:

Download this fabcast (right click and save)

Music credits:
“Live To Tell” by Madonna
“Right Here Waiting” by Richard Marx
“Already Gone” by Kelly Clarkson

wanderingcommuter: a tribute to friendship: one of the reasons why i love my college days

wanderingcommuter — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 08:33:00 -0800

it was hard not to notice her for she towered most of the girls in the assembly ground that day. though she was silent, there was something in her that makes her mysterious and very appealing. she was definitely the safest choice, if people decided to ask that stupid question, "who is your crush in the block," which i think is every acquitance bonding's favorite.

as expected, the question was then raised during our first block inuman. but in my surprise, among all the boys in the block, she actually chose me. but took the shot straight when she was asked why. perhaps thats where all the ackwardness between us began.

for more than a semester, she was nothing to me but a blockmate. a classmate who i always saw in all of my classes. a fellow student who i nodded whenever we passed each other in the lobby. nothing more, nothing less.

but when we reached our sophomore years, where we were asked to choose what major we are pursuing, i was actually surprised to see her in my first social anthropology class. for i really thought she would take economics since she was one of those who excelled in math.

we were only 7 students in our block, in that program. probably because those who took economics had better foresights of whats ahead of them compare to ours. nonetheless, this gave us opportunities to know each other more. we decided to take the same subjects for each semesters, exchanged notes, held weekly inumans and even do each others' projects and papers. until we just realized were already living under the same house, her house.

eventually, i learned that she was actually not that silent at all. that she is an open book for those who are brave enough to ask her but ofcourse, worthy of it. that despite her intimidating beauty, built and personality, she was just a simple girl but with a very welcoming heart. thus, we instantly become good or better yet, the best of friends.

"isn't that, you had a crush on me when we were in first year." i asked her one chilly night while we were under the same blanket, sharing a single sized bed together with a couple of our close friends (which we seldom did before and i miss a lot).

she laughed and said, "yes, i did. and i repeat, i did."

"bakit hindi na?"

"because i realized you are that kind of friend, that is too precious to be risked and lost."

i was speechless. it was one of the sweetest thing i've heard from someone up to the present. i never felt so much appreciated.

whenever allowance were delayed and we have nothing, not even a faded cent, she was always there to help, eventhough she too was just depending with her groceries.

for days, we will stay in her place, collect what was left from us, if any. then buy and allocate food. we would feast with pancit canton (the official college student stable food), eggs (which we experted all the ways of cooking it), cold rice poured with toyo and oil everyday, until all of us were financially stable. there were even times when we would finish each meals without drinking.

but the memories worth really remembering were the times whenever one of us needed someone to lean on and talk to, we would meet in her place and drew good things out from it. i believe that i would never be the same person if not of those talks.

you see, studying in a place, where you are hundreds of miles away from your family, is not as easy as it may seems, especially in your first years. yes, its great because of independence. you can do whatever you want with limited PARENTAL supervision. but there were times, most of the time, when we would just catch ourselves crippling because of homesickness and depression without anyone beside us. and the chilly and gloomy weather of the city worsen it all.

"hey whats the matter?"

"nothing," then she immediately hid something under her pillow and wiped her eyes dry.

"cmon, spill."

"nothing."

then i would grab her neck until she confess. you see she has a large funny bone in that area, that i could easily bring her down to the floor, helplessly, by just placing my hands between her neck and shoulder.

"oooo-kkk-a-yyy, ee-rriikk! i give up."

"alright, i am listening."

"its M (her jawy boyfriend), i think he is seeing someone else in manila."

"din't we just talk about it the last time? are we suppose to remind you of what we told you?"

"thats why i don't want to bring it up."

"can you blame me (us), if we always see you that way?"

"just let me be."

"and what? to see you just like her?" i pointed the tv, which had kris aquino in the national news crying.

"you're a million times of what he has you in him and you know this for a fact. and if all hopes, including boys failed you, always remember that i'll always be here for you."

then she smiled. we both smiled.

to be continued...

joelmcvie: Subic Adventure

joelmcvie — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 03:06:00 -0800

We needed to set up our booth and event venue for the Ad Congress, so we left for Subic a day earlier.

We arrive around dinnertime and proceeded to our rented house. It turns out to be the house owned by a former bold star in the 80s(?), Ms. AP. We decided to just drop our luggage off and proceed to eat dinner out. But while waiting for the others to finish settling in their stuff, our hostess arrived to greet us.

In just a t-shirt and shorts. With her nipples obviously making their mark.

And her daughter accompanied her; she looks like she’s not more than 10 years old. And she is a special child.

After a few minutes of chatting with the hostess (and attempts to chat with her daughter), we left for dinner. In our shuttle, we raised the weird vibes we got from our hostess and her daughter.

“Did you hear how she talks to her child?”

“Did you notice she was bra-less?!”

“Did you notice how perky she was? Or rather, they were?”

“Was she high, or on something?”

“Was she all there?”

So a couple of us flipped open their laptop and Google’d our host. And it turns out our host figured in a vehicular incident here in Subic—she ran over and killed two people while under the influence of alcohol.

Cue in Psycho music.

When we came back to the house, AP was there waiting for us. She knew we were going to be drinking that night at her patio area, so she decided to join us.

After a few shots she was already drunk and started telling her sob stories. Then she asked two of our boys to accompany her because she needed to pee. While walking her towards the bathroom, the boys were shocked when she suddenly pulled her shorts down, squatted and pee’d. They just looked away as she calmly finished her business.

Eventually they were able to convince her to go to sleep. The guys finished drinking at around 3am, but managed to clean up the patio area before retiring.

The next morning we woke up to the sound of rustling and furtive movement in the patio area. When one of us came out to smoke, lo and behold, he saw four huge-ass monkeys rummaging through our stuff and trash. Two of them had already opened a bag of chips and was on their way to finishing it off. He and the monkeys looked at each other for a second. Then all bolted in the opposite direction, our guy back to his room and the monkeys towards the trees in the backyard.

It’s going to be a memorable Ad Congress for us.

Kiks: Closure

Kiks — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 22:24:00 -0800

Palagi kang To be continued. Ang hirap mong isara.

I

Bago tayo magkita, inakala kong wala na tayo. Ilang taon na rin tayong di nagkikita. Nagkabanggaan lang ulit sa Library ng mga Fez nitong taon at tila habambuhay na lang birtwal na nagsusundutan.

Hanggang sundutin mo ako sa likod. Doon nga. Kina Charles De Gaulle.

II

Para tayong mga readers ng e-books na sinulat nina Stephanie Meyer at Danielle Steele sa mga kwentong Paris, Tsim Sha Tsui at Taipei. Tila mga telenovela series ang ating mga lovelife. Patapos na ang chapter ko kay Virginia P habang ikaw naman ay papalapit na sa umaatikabong climax ng pelikulang Si Aida, Si Lorna o Si Fe.

Habang nagdadaldalan, para tayong mga Benejezerits. Napakaraming lenggwahe.

III

Sa pagitan ng mga eksena mula Zaire hanggang Hong Kong, alam nating marami tayong hindi pwedeng pag-ugnayan. I was too communistic for you, sabi mo. You are too capitalistic for me, sagot ko.

Sa puntong ito, alam kong ipipinid ko na ang pintuan ng chapter nating dalawa. Pero tulad nina Gerard Depardieu at Robert De Niro sa pelikulang Novecento, tahimik nating inaming parang walang nagbago. Na kapag nagkita tayo ulit, maglalandian at maghuhuntahan pa rin tayo kahit ilang taon na ang lumipas, me ibang asawa man o wala, wrinkled o na-botox, me rebolusyon o wala.

IV

Alas singko pasado nang biglang kumanta sina Barbra Streisand at Andy Gibb. Guilty.

Natawa tayong dalawa.

V

Nung umagang yon, maagang nagbagong taon sa Hong Kong.

: Petty Babbles

noreply@blogger.com (Lyka Bergen) — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 03:47:00 -0800

Pedro Almodovar's Out photo by Jason Bell reminds me of....

Lady Gaga's Bad Romance Big Eyes

Which apparently leads me to ANTM runner-up Allison!

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The future first-openly-gay-black-Oscar-nominated director, Lee Daniels (for Precious) is eyeing to direct Miss Saigon, the Movie.

Please consider her, Direk! Please!

Watch her here

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The Queen of Mean, Lisa Lampanelli says:

"Every Filipino is at least a little gay".

We must agree, eh?

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And finally, Galliano is telling us.... Rajasthan, Sisters, Rajasthan!

joelmcvie: At The Big Dome, In Pics

joelmcvie — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 09:22:00 -0800

Cross at the South Gate, the players’ entrance.

Excitement palpable, the crowd lets out its first gigantic roar when they announced the main event up next.

I found it silly and ironic that Ever Bilena would advertise in a bloody sport. It’s tagline? “Beauty in you.” D’uh.

The champ on top of his game…

…and on top of the world.

The roaring, stomping, cheering crowd.

From Araneta to MGM Grand, the crowd cheers for Pacquiao.

The big screens go down in less than an hour, to make way for the PBA.

joelmcvie: Big Crowd At The Big Dome

joelmcvie — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 07:52:00 -0800

It’s quite ironic that, given my new job, I was never into sports a lot. Except for the Most Valuable Player medal I won back in grade school for volleyball, I was never that athletic. And the only sports I do watch are figure skating and the occasional male diving coverage.

So it was with detached disinterest that I approached my assignment to attend the viewing of the Pacquiao-Cotto match at the Araneta Coliseum. We were there to make sure everything went well.

At first my boss was worried that the venue won’t be full. Glancing at the rapidly filling-up stadium, I told her, “It’s four-fifths full already! Don’t worry.”

Four 30 foot-wide screens flashed the live-via-satellite footage from Las Vegas. The crowd was already reacting loudly to the pre-event fights. And when the GMA-7 plugs came on, a loud boo rose from them. (They didn’t react negatively with the trailer of Manny’s movie Wapakman, but I guess they’ll never boo anything that has their hero in it, right?)

When Manny was shown with Jinky on his right and Willie Revillame on his left, people started hooting. When Willie put his hand around Manny’s hand, people jeered.

The main event: a thunderous roar from the crowd as Many and Cotto start the fight. I wanted to stay outside, by the south side entrance, because I thought I couldn’t stand the excitement magnified more than a thousand times over with this massive crowd. Good thing my boss insisted we watch at the courtside (where the PBA Commissioners are seated).

Great idea.

When Cotto stumbled the first time, the crowd went wild. As in, wild. They stood up, fists jabbing the air, yelling at the massive screens, “Manny! Manny! Manny!” as if the Pambansang Kamao would hear the collective chant an ocean away. And when Manny had Cotto kneeling down again, the crowd was ecstatic, augmenting their cheering with stomping. Every time a 30-foot close-up of Cotto’s swollen face flashed onscreen, the crowd laughed and cheered.

And yet Cotto proved to be a wilier and tougher opponent. His fancy footwork actually helped keep him away from most of Manny’s blistering blitzkrieg punches. And by the eighth round the crowd had a feeling that a knock-out by Manny may be harder to come by.

So when the referee halted the fight on the twelfth and final round, the cheer was massive but not as charged as when Cotto went down twice. Perhaps the crowd sensed victory early on. Perhaps people were hoping Manny could connect that one deadly punch to bring Cotto down, and were disappointed that a knock out didn’t materialize.

Still.

When the lights went on, the coliseum folks gave us the actual attendance figures: 18,303 people. That was 18,303 people roaring, cheering, clapping and stomping; there were more people there than in MGM Grand in Las Vegas. It was truly a massive SRO crowd that I think only a Manny Pacquiao the boxer can attract. (As for Manny the singer and Manny the politician, his appeal is much more limited.)

Post-fight, Mario Lopez interviewed Manny in the ring. While watching it, I received an SMS from my brother: “The post-fight interview with Manny. Where the real butchering happens. LOL.”

joelmcvie: The Talented Mr. Ripley, Part One

joelmcvie — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 02:06:00 -0800

The Fabcasters sans (sans!) Migs, Tony and AJ, and together with Bruno sans aphorisms and new-to-the-peanut-gallery Apple, met up to hear, for the first time from the seahorse’s mouth himself, the story behind Corporate Closet’s talented Mister Ripley.

Listen to part 1 here (16 mins 36 sec).

Download this episode (right click and save)

Music credits:
“Imaginary Lover” by Atlanta Rhythm Section
“Live To Tell” by Madonna

: 2012: Movie Review

fjordz.allego.hiraya@gmail.com (Fjordan Allego) — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 23:36:00 -0800

What will you do if you know that the world is coming to an end? What if, you knew there's a way for you to survive but its limited? Are you going to reveal this to the whole world?

2012 is the movie that tells something about a phenomenon that will change the world that we've come to know. From Columbia Pictures, 2012 gave realization to that theory that the world will suffer a tremendous change on its current structure due to the perfect alignment of astronomical bodies surrounding the Earth causing Earthly elements to vary their original positions.

The movie will surely capture your interest on life's key areas that we tend to forget because of selfishness --- our family, our love ones, our friends and the entire human race. This will bring us back to basics where we are in-charge to take care of one another. 2012 is a story of a world not self-destructed due to uncontrollable human activities but of saving the mankind for a new world. Surely, its a must-see movie for this year. Catch it on theaters starting November 13, 2009!

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I personally thank Myk, a blogger friend, and TV5 for the special ticket I got for the special screening of this movie at Glorietta 4 Cinema 1. Super thanks!

joelmcvie: Shoot!

joelmcvie — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 15:00:00 -0800

Out of the blue I get an SMS from my good friend Katski, she the writer-director of the indie film Still Life and one of the guiding forces behind the uber-super-duper-mega-ng-over hit indi movie Kimmy Dora. She needed talents to act gratis for a project she’s directing. What for? I asked. “It’s for a client, some kinda sales AVP,” she replied offhandedly. What will I play? I asked. “Either a salesman or a customer,” she texted.

Well why not, chocnut? For years I’ve always been behind the camera, in shoots for commercials and for TV shows. Never had I wandered in front of the camera, even as extra for crowd scenes. At least now I get to experience what it’s like to do a take over and over again.

So off I went to the location, a car showroom along Quezon Avenue. When I got there I was handed the script, and was told I’d play the customer. Changed into wardrobe (provided by yours truly, of course) and sat down for make-up (feeling ta-artits). I met my co-actors in the scene, the guy playing the salesman and the guy playing the security guard. While waiting I also saw this girl, very Japanese-looking and quite familiar though I couldn’t place where I saw her.

I was handed the script and was told to read through and line-throw with my co-actors. I glanced at the top of the page: “by Raymond Lee”. I nearly fell of my seat. I glanced at the Japanese girl again. OMG, it’s Michiko Yamamoto, award-winning writer of Pagdadalaga Ni Maximo Olivero! She was there as producer.

And so, even if it’s just a mere sales AVP that will be seen by just an exclusive few, I can now proudly say that on my first oncam acting job I was speaking the lines of an award-winning writer, in a project produced and directed by a star-studded, award-winning team.

Bwhahaha. One takes one’s kicks wherever one can.

Toilet Thoughts: The beauty of silence

Toilet Thoughts — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 18:23:00 -0800