This is my time to build up unexploited knowledge that I am always planning to do. Now, I want to do it wholeheartedly, with passion so I could carry it to completion. I am tired of spending borrowed money so I would like spend the next few weeks indoors, researching and trying to enrich myself with these:
1. Learn Spanish. I am just lazy. I have 4 learn spanish books in here and tons of resources in the internet but I haven't really gave it some serious time. Goal: Watch Almodovar films without subtitles.
2. Master photography. Although I know some basic stuff, I want to really understand whats going on with the revolving switch on top of jeff's camera. And the manual settings to get a good picture. Goal: Take good pictures in the weekend. (I'm going to Maine).
3. Re start French. Started French two years ago, but figured that Spanish is more important to my career. Now, I realize that its good to know both, for career and personal reasons.
My ultimate dream is to live in Europe for a year. Just to immerse myself with the culture, take good pictures and eat good food. I would love to write a book about it and fill it with interesting pictures. Good plan, eh?
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
I'm So Tired Of Getting Unfortunate
Really. I am just tired of not getting what I want. I've been in this state for years and its getting tiring. But what can I do? I want to cry and claw my eyes out, tear my clothes and soak in the rain...but 1) there's no rain, 2) clothes are expensive and 3) I have this irritating tenacity that I cannot make myself cry in these situations. I am just so numb with all that has happened to me that I refuse to shed a single fucking tear for my own career. Its just not so worth it.
But then, I cannot afford a paradigm shift. I have a lot of options layed out in the table but somehow, I find it difficult to pick one and try....like there's a block of lead resting on my arm. I also have this huge anvil on my pride that makes me refuse to accept that everything I have worked for is not going so well. Sometimes I wonder if it's idiocy to peep through a pinhole of light when you can switch on a lightbulb.
What can I do to get this black cat out of me? I've tried fung shui, numerology for a time and even believe in horoscope. Prayers have been my refuge and I believe it works. But I still feel there's something that pulls me away from my goals, leading me away to the pits of darkness , to the cold and bitter riverbed left with the harrowness of a disgruntled pride. What invisible hand gently deter me from rising up to the surface and breathe in a normal stride? It's not even salvation that I look for: only a suck of calming air--and its constancy--enough to know that when I thread towards the river's edge there's always air around me, enough for every rise of my lungs, enough for me to live.
But then, I cannot afford a paradigm shift. I have a lot of options layed out in the table but somehow, I find it difficult to pick one and try....like there's a block of lead resting on my arm. I also have this huge anvil on my pride that makes me refuse to accept that everything I have worked for is not going so well. Sometimes I wonder if it's idiocy to peep through a pinhole of light when you can switch on a lightbulb.
What can I do to get this black cat out of me? I've tried fung shui, numerology for a time and even believe in horoscope. Prayers have been my refuge and I believe it works. But I still feel there's something that pulls me away from my goals, leading me away to the pits of darkness , to the cold and bitter riverbed left with the harrowness of a disgruntled pride. What invisible hand gently deter me from rising up to the surface and breathe in a normal stride? It's not even salvation that I look for: only a suck of calming air--and its constancy--enough to know that when I thread towards the river's edge there's always air around me, enough for every rise of my lungs, enough for me to live.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Monday, July 09, 2007
Lisa Rinna Should Go Back To Melrose Place
Horrible! Horrible!!!
There is a great pressure when you stage a musical such as Chicago since there's a film you have to struggle against. This production I watched, however, never rose to the challenge. They never bothered to challenge it even. Everything was so lame in this production, so bad that I wanted to leave the theater during the intermission break. They wrecked the piece! And I feel absolutely disgusted!
A show like Chicago should be treated with R-E-S-P-E-C-T. The plot is flawless, the book is excellent and the choreography (Bob Fosse fame) is a classic. Its a classic. I keep watching All That Jazz on youtube because it never fails to entertain me. I actually went to see Bob Fosse's choreography in this one (since the story is not much a surprise...I watched the film around...ummm...15 times). But they made a HUGE mess!!! *banging head on the table*
There are a lot of heavy set, insanely muscular dancers casted and I think they are awful on stage. Where are the graceful jazz dancer spines? the toned muscular backs of jazz dancers? Their bulk destroyed the form...which I value more than the rhinestones in Velma's shoes. And let's not talk about Velma and Roxie in this one. They are the most detached, most apathetic, dull actors I've watched in Broadway EVER.
So, I'll give this one NEGATIVE five stars. Watch and puke all over the floor.
There is a great pressure when you stage a musical such as Chicago since there's a film you have to struggle against. This production I watched, however, never rose to the challenge. They never bothered to challenge it even. Everything was so lame in this production, so bad that I wanted to leave the theater during the intermission break. They wrecked the piece! And I feel absolutely disgusted!
A show like Chicago should be treated with R-E-S-P-E-C-T. The plot is flawless, the book is excellent and the choreography (Bob Fosse fame) is a classic. Its a classic. I keep watching All That Jazz on youtube because it never fails to entertain me. I actually went to see Bob Fosse's choreography in this one (since the story is not much a surprise...I watched the film around...ummm...15 times). But they made a HUGE mess!!! *banging head on the table*
There are a lot of heavy set, insanely muscular dancers casted and I think they are awful on stage. Where are the graceful jazz dancer spines? the toned muscular backs of jazz dancers? Their bulk destroyed the form...which I value more than the rhinestones in Velma's shoes. And let's not talk about Velma and Roxie in this one. They are the most detached, most apathetic, dull actors I've watched in Broadway EVER.
So, I'll give this one NEGATIVE five stars. Watch and puke all over the floor.
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