Two days ago: Saturday.
went out to shoot for film project. became human-pretzel camera operator. climbed and lay face down on top-load of jeepney to shoot overhead shot of passenger going down.
afternoon: went to songwriting workshop. sang two original compositions. one was good, one sucked. no hook, he said. i knew something was wrong with it from the beginning.
yesterday: Sunday.
woke up at quarter to four. prepared to conduct a journalism training. took a bath. cool. made visual aids. neat. was still dark, but i went out to eat breakfast. cool place. then i got a text message saying we'll meet at seven instead of six a.m. ok, no prob. played with PC, had fun, too much fun, that i left at 7:30. arrived at my friend's place at 8. friend was still very groggy from the previous night's junior-senior prom. other two groupmates weren't there yet. friend went back to sleep. other two groupmates arrived at ten. we left the boarding house at past noon. arrived in Naga. Journalism training never happened. we went there anyway, an hour away from the city. thought of haunting red eyes i saw the day before. like iced-tea brown. i don't know why i associate them with red instead of brown. beautiful, gentle, powerful. went there to fill my stomach and to buy a roll of film. i don't know if i should laugh or cry.
went to a party last night. laughed. laughed. laughed. ate. laughed. ate. slept. stared at red eyes in my head.
i am a fucking pig.
and because of that...
was late for school today. but it was ok. slept in second class. dreamt of red eyes. voted for whom i thought were the right officials-to-be. then here. blogging. nothing.
today: valentine's day. will see friends receiving bunch of flowers. will see myself get bigger bunch of problems. will research on researchable topics, reports,will still have to conduct post-tests for experiment, will still have to hunt for freaking respondents, will try to have fun. will think of red eyes.
