anyone for a dunce dance with me?

I think I'm having a terrible week.

First, it was this always-doomed-from-beginning-til-end project. Always. Whenever this particular client has this project, something always goes wrong–there will always be a problem. And that's mostly due to other external "variables". In fact, early this week, I got entangled in a spicy e-mail exchange.

Then just a few hours ago, as I was looking for models we can use for the said project, I sent an email with a typo error–one that terribly looks like a wrong grammar. And may I quote my (careless) self:

"We just need models for a catalogue we’re doing. Please, please, email me photos so I can given them to the client."

What kind of typo error is that? Why can't it just be "givex", "givey" or "givew"? Why does it have to be "n"? And to think I'm an editor! If I can only go thru every employee's e-mail and delete that. Well, I almost sent another e-mail correcting myself, but I was told it's better if I just let it be. So now whenever I hear people laughing, I would think they're laughing at me.

And as if that wasn't enough, I forgot my sweater at Max's. Good thing I remembered. I rushed back to the restaurant and was very glad that the crew kept it safe.

I just hope that's the last of unpleasant things that would happen to me this week. I'm not vying for next week, though, because you know that "cursed" project? I'll be holding a shoot for that next week.

Wish me all the best.

P.S.
I just realized–all these crazy things that happened are related to that cursed project! See?

causality of things

Because I no longer want to be constrained.
Because I no longer want to be a mere puppet for unreasonable minds.
Because I don't want to be forever saying yes.
Because I want to speak my mind.
Because I don't want to be boxed in.
Because I believe in creative freedom.
Because I know I can do better.
Because I am not a slave to other people's daft wishes.
Because I feel like I'm sinking deep into the muck of complacency.
Because there are better things for me.
Because I'm no longer happy here.
Because I could be happier.
Because enough is enough.
Because I no longer want to.

I need to breathe fresh air, but they say I have to hold my breath for six more grueling months. I bet by that time, either there's no more air to breathe...or I'm dead.

i feel good. tana-nana-nana-nan!

Magnificent! Last night's gig was simply fantastic! Many, many thanks to all our friends who came and supported us! You are truly wonderful, guys and gals!

And because I'm out of words to express this overflowing happiness (thank you, Lord!), lemme just put them in photos.

Jay, what in the world are you doing with Pat's hair?

Di naman obvious na happy kame no?

I love these guys! They made our night!

Oh dear, pretty na naman kame dito. *sighs* LOL

These are my Spartan boys, who descended from Hercules himself...Huh?

Jonas, nagdurusa na si Pat, di mo ba makita?

Aiza Seguerra Fans Club! Hahahah!

I really feel like we've made a connection. See how she fends off
Francis with her guitar? LOL

More photos here!

i need to let the butterflies out

Tonight is the night...After more than a month of anticipating for this big thing, here I am with knots and butterflies in my tummy. I feel queasy again. Like I can't concentrate enough to grant me a sane mind for work today. Like I can't function properly, and this will go on until this day ends.

The Best of KATHA (an organization of Filipino composers where Francis and I are members of), which is happening tonight at 9pm in Phi Resto Bar, Metrowalk, is to blame for this. Though I 've prepared for this big gig a month ago (shopped for the get-up that early; I even had a haircut for this event!), I feel like it's still going to be my first time to go up that stage and sing with a band. And the more I talk (and write) about it, the queasier I feel. Especially when I think that Phi can accommodate as many as 200 people, which is definitely the biggest place we're to perform (yet); and that the event organizers have invited people from record labels; and that the whole stint will be caught in video so bloopers are NOT allowed; and that my colleagues will be seeing me there; and that, and that, and that...

Add the fact that one of the three originals we'll perform tonight still isn't complete, lyric-wise. That song I had to revise for the nth time, and until now, certain words still escape me. Aaaack!

Focus, Shine, focus!

I know we've done a pretty decent practice for this. But at this very moment, I feel like I'm on the verge of a panic attack.

Oh, Lord, help us!!!

(Below are happy moments during the weekend practices.)

Waiting for our turn at Red Damien

My boys: Francis, Coi, Gibet and Ian

Luthien under operation

Coi cam-whoring

Gibet and his back-up vocals. He also sings well!

Ian, I didn't really imagine you to be camera shy!

Francis feeling all giddy.

Actually, this post is just my excuse to invite everyone to drop by the event and support us. Wahahaha!

Seriously, I can't breathe right now... Yelp!

something to cheer me up

Please click me to view my copy!

As a consolation to my recent frustration, may I present to you the copy I did for this perfume ad.

This is the closest (for now) I could get to having a poem published (given that I consider this a poem). This is also the closest I got to writing something creative (read: literary; never mind if it sounds like a hallmark card copy), not just a typical PR for a merchandise.

Oh, and this ad is featured in the April ish of Cosmo. Grab your copy and you may get a perfume sample for free!

Hahahaha!

picture perfect...NOT!

So much for putting up my hopes of launching my photography career.

Client decided to just use gradating colors as displays for their TVs, camcorders and laptops. Originally, the idea was to have photos of actual objects as displays for the products in this catalogue that my collegues are working on, simulating what we really see when shopping for, say, television set. But no! Client changed their minds and voila! Fantastic, real-life gradating blues and greens as TV display.

Do you actually want to buy a TV set with just one color being shown? I thought TVs on display make use of the beauty of nature to prove they have sharp colors, contrast and brightness. How tacky and daft can they get?

Frustration is such an understatement.

But no, I know I shall have my day. (Please, Lord!)

For now, I think I should get that haircut. Maybe chopping some layers off my hair will dissipate this bad feeling I have.

Grrrrrrrrr...

the death of our sanity

So Friendster and Multiply and Youtube are no longer blocked (as far as we've observed in the past weeks).

But our only means of getting in touch with the outside world in real time has now been intercepted, hence, goodbye to chatting–no Meebo, no Adium, no E-buddy–no Instant Messaging clients...

WE'RE DOOOOOOOOOMED!!!

Can somebody help us?

ring-a-ring a-rosie

Cool Peru

Finally, I've found a ring that fits my frail fingers!!!

Check out T'ikanchay, a line of handcrafted accessories (imported from Peru) you'll so love (and the price is not so bad!)

It's good that they dropped by at the office. We got to take a look at their awesome creations, and we were so enthralled. Oh, and the owners of this cool line are nice, too!