Okay, released the next four pages of BANGUNGOT, my online fanfic comic inspired by Neil Gaiman's Sandman series.
Hope you like it.
Me heading home to enjoy dinner and relax.
Monday, June 30, 2003
Monday Mornings
Its a monday morning and so far things are going well. Breakfast was good. And memories of last night's romp with Charlie's Angels still brings back smiles. What makes the day wonderful though is finally having my own copy of the soundtrack to the upcoming Ewan McGregor and Rene Zellweger movie "Down With Love". Gotta love the renditions of Michael Buble of the songs FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE and KISSING A FOOL. It ain't the suave of Moulin Rouge or the steaminess of Chicago but maybe this bastard son born form the genes of those two movies may yet surprise.
Carl, my prayers for your intentions continue.
And yes, weekdays na lang please tayo mag-videoke.
Please?
Don't make me beg.
Its a monday morning and so far things are going well. Breakfast was good. And memories of last night's romp with Charlie's Angels still brings back smiles. What makes the day wonderful though is finally having my own copy of the soundtrack to the upcoming Ewan McGregor and Rene Zellweger movie "Down With Love". Gotta love the renditions of Michael Buble of the songs FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE and KISSING A FOOL. It ain't the suave of Moulin Rouge or the steaminess of Chicago but maybe this bastard son born form the genes of those two movies may yet surprise.
Carl, my prayers for your intentions continue.
And yes, weekdays na lang please tayo mag-videoke.
Please?
Don't make me beg.
Saturday, June 28, 2003
2 o'clock revelations
I'm starting to get manic-depressive.
Not the clinical manic-depressive mind you. The emotional and paranoid type. The type where you find yourself reading through other people's blogs and realising, Egad I barely exist in these. And I thought I was someone. type. Yes, that kind of manic-depressive. The type which once admitted to someone removes that person from ever helping you get out of it because, well, he already knows what you're going through and anything he does from that point on is a result of knowing. Not an unconscious willingness to remind you Yes, you are special to me.
Maybe its because partly I'm still regretting cutting away certain ties. Or maybe its because certain past events still haunt me whenever I read words (or phrases) like love, poetry, late-night meetings with friends and night-outs. I guess I just can't seem to accept the fact that those are things of the past.
Or things I have made to be my past.
There was a time I could not stop writing poetry.
There was a time almost every other things I scribbled down was an empathic moment written to be shared.
There was a time I could love someone and write everything that made that person special in a few lines.
There was a time I didn't stop and find myself in moments like this.
But again, that is the past.
And what's more frightening is how a simple thing like a blog can seem so friggin' inviting a mantle piece to offer all these worries and insecurities and wish by posting them they will go away.
comic books and life
I used to collect them.
Yeah. Was pretty proud of them too.
I had the complete colored set of Akira graphic novels (all 30+ issues), I had Ronin, I had Face, I had a near complete set of New Mutants. I had every hard sought issue of Power Pack. I had the Infinity Gauntlet saga, Extinction Agenda, Days of Future Past. I even had Meltdown and that digital Batman graphic novel.
Some time at a certain point in my life, I became honestly foolish and idealistic, and gave them all away to friends. I was leaving for the States to take a film workshop, you see. And part of me had this strong desire to take that step to finding new life and fortune in the Land of the Bickering States.
But while there, I realised I needed my friends. I wanted their company.
I wanted their nit-picking. Their annoying jokes. Their sing-a-long fests during traffic. Their smelly feet and their soot-coated lungs. I was a part of them as they were a part of me, and apart as we were, I was half a person with half a reason to be happy.
So I came back home.
Lo and behold, they were gone.
While I was busy romanticising the idea of coming home and receiving welcome hugs and sharing my adventures with them... they were all growing up and moving on with their lives. And most likely. somewhere in the dank, dark corners of their attics and basements, my comics lay forgotten and left behind.
Losing the comics wasn't easy.
Losing my friends was even harder.
But realising they do have something of yours to remember you and they still didn't
well.. that just opens one's eyes, eh?
Shutting up
Maybe that's enough ranting for one blog post.
I miss being happy with friends.
Nowadays, its seems to be a rare commodity.
Heck, even priests have orgasms more frequently than I do share great moments with friends now.
Happy weekend.
I'm starting to get manic-depressive.
Not the clinical manic-depressive mind you. The emotional and paranoid type. The type where you find yourself reading through other people's blogs and realising, Egad I barely exist in these. And I thought I was someone. type. Yes, that kind of manic-depressive. The type which once admitted to someone removes that person from ever helping you get out of it because, well, he already knows what you're going through and anything he does from that point on is a result of knowing. Not an unconscious willingness to remind you Yes, you are special to me.
Maybe its because partly I'm still regretting cutting away certain ties. Or maybe its because certain past events still haunt me whenever I read words (or phrases) like love, poetry, late-night meetings with friends and night-outs. I guess I just can't seem to accept the fact that those are things of the past.
Or things I have made to be my past.
There was a time I could not stop writing poetry.
There was a time almost every other things I scribbled down was an empathic moment written to be shared.
There was a time I could love someone and write everything that made that person special in a few lines.
There was a time I didn't stop and find myself in moments like this.
But again, that is the past.
And what's more frightening is how a simple thing like a blog can seem so friggin' inviting a mantle piece to offer all these worries and insecurities and wish by posting them they will go away.
comic books and life
I used to collect them.
Yeah. Was pretty proud of them too.
I had the complete colored set of Akira graphic novels (all 30+ issues), I had Ronin, I had Face, I had a near complete set of New Mutants. I had every hard sought issue of Power Pack. I had the Infinity Gauntlet saga, Extinction Agenda, Days of Future Past. I even had Meltdown and that digital Batman graphic novel.
Some time at a certain point in my life, I became honestly foolish and idealistic, and gave them all away to friends. I was leaving for the States to take a film workshop, you see. And part of me had this strong desire to take that step to finding new life and fortune in the Land of the Bickering States.
But while there, I realised I needed my friends. I wanted their company.
I wanted their nit-picking. Their annoying jokes. Their sing-a-long fests during traffic. Their smelly feet and their soot-coated lungs. I was a part of them as they were a part of me, and apart as we were, I was half a person with half a reason to be happy.
So I came back home.
Lo and behold, they were gone.
While I was busy romanticising the idea of coming home and receiving welcome hugs and sharing my adventures with them... they were all growing up and moving on with their lives. And most likely. somewhere in the dank, dark corners of their attics and basements, my comics lay forgotten and left behind.
Losing the comics wasn't easy.
Losing my friends was even harder.
But realising they do have something of yours to remember you and they still didn't
well.. that just opens one's eyes, eh?
Shutting up
Maybe that's enough ranting for one blog post.
I miss being happy with friends.
Nowadays, its seems to be a rare commodity.
Heck, even priests have orgasms more frequently than I do share great moments with friends now.
Happy weekend.
Friday, June 27, 2003
Friday at last!
Finally, a break from the labors of work. Handling two huge accounts is tiring, even when all you're handling for the moment is concept design. Well, a break is always good, so I'm embracing this one. Thank you Lord for the concept of weekends.
Kult
I have to post this apology to the group that was to play with me. Sorry to cause a cancel on the character creation session this weekend guys. I need to handle some stuff on Saturday and it would be best not to make you either wait for me to finish, or me to rush it to get it done. Well, July is a month of opportunities!
Ma-an, THANK YOU!
A virtual thank you to a friend who doesn't really know about my blog yet. She lent me Distance, Utada Hikaru's album and I must say I am in love with J-Pop all of the sudden. Consider me a late bloomer. Anyone out there with other recommendations? I met Utada thanks to the PS2 game, Kingdom Hearts, which by the way you all should try playing at least once in your life!
Finally, a break from the labors of work. Handling two huge accounts is tiring, even when all you're handling for the moment is concept design. Well, a break is always good, so I'm embracing this one. Thank you Lord for the concept of weekends.
Kult
I have to post this apology to the group that was to play with me. Sorry to cause a cancel on the character creation session this weekend guys. I need to handle some stuff on Saturday and it would be best not to make you either wait for me to finish, or me to rush it to get it done. Well, July is a month of opportunities!
Ma-an, THANK YOU!
A virtual thank you to a friend who doesn't really know about my blog yet. She lent me Distance, Utada Hikaru's album and I must say I am in love with J-Pop all of the sudden. Consider me a late bloomer. Anyone out there with other recommendations? I met Utada thanks to the PS2 game, Kingdom Hearts, which by the way you all should try playing at least once in your life!
Taken from Carl's blog since tinatamad ako.
Proliferating Grafiction
Ateneo de Manila stude Elbert Or recently coined the term grafiction (gra - FIK - shun), or fiction stories in comics form.
I like the word grafiction. It's a serious word, and carries none of the stigma that the word 'comics' has. Grafiction has that quality, as a word, that conveys a level of artistic integrity where focus on craft, style, and depth are emphasized regardless of genre.
The only limitation to the word is that it may only apply to fiction comics. The word gra-non-fiction doesn't seem to work. But then again, the word comics by its etymology is comical, or humorous. But now, it is widely used to refer to all sequential art.
I'd like to proliferate the use of the new word, and credit Sir Elbert in the process.
Let's face it, being called a 'grafictionist' has a nice artsy-fartsy ring to it. Thanks, El!
---
Let me just say AGREE AKO DITO!
Proliferating Grafiction
Ateneo de Manila stude Elbert Or recently coined the term grafiction (gra - FIK - shun), or fiction stories in comics form.
I like the word grafiction. It's a serious word, and carries none of the stigma that the word 'comics' has. Grafiction has that quality, as a word, that conveys a level of artistic integrity where focus on craft, style, and depth are emphasized regardless of genre.
The only limitation to the word is that it may only apply to fiction comics. The word gra-non-fiction doesn't seem to work. But then again, the word comics by its etymology is comical, or humorous. But now, it is widely used to refer to all sequential art.
I'd like to proliferate the use of the new word, and credit Sir Elbert in the process.
Let's face it, being called a 'grafictionist' has a nice artsy-fartsy ring to it. Thanks, El!
---
Let me just say AGREE AKO DITO!
Grrrrrrrrrrr....
Blogger not like me tonight.
Ah well.
Just type a new post next time.
Sayang, ang haba pa naman nun.
Grr.
Sandman fanfic comic check this out!
Its my tribute to Sandman comics where I tackle a Pinoy killer, Bangungot!
Blogger not like me tonight.
Ah well.
Just type a new post next time.
Sayang, ang haba pa naman nun.
Grr.
Sandman fanfic comic check this out!
Its my tribute to Sandman comics where I tackle a Pinoy killer, Bangungot!
Thursday, June 26, 2003
Utada HIkaru rocks! My gosh, why didn't I find her music before. sheesh...
Just watched DOUBLE VISION. Pretty good movie. Of course, with its typical profound Asian ending, I could see a lot of western movie buffs rolling in their seats. Well, I liked it. I liked it a LOT. Great visuals, wonderful story and very good characters.
Wish I'd get another chance at making a film someday.
Well, wishes do come true... they just take time to come.
Other than that, the day has been fun.
Been working out the systems for the RPG: Musical I got planned. Can't wait to run it.
Still looking for ways to record the sessions and upload them to show the world, HEY WE DID IT, HAVE YOU?
Here's to Creative Exercises!
Just watched DOUBLE VISION. Pretty good movie. Of course, with its typical profound Asian ending, I could see a lot of western movie buffs rolling in their seats. Well, I liked it. I liked it a LOT. Great visuals, wonderful story and very good characters.
Wish I'd get another chance at making a film someday.
Well, wishes do come true... they just take time to come.
Other than that, the day has been fun.
Been working out the systems for the RPG: Musical I got planned. Can't wait to run it.
Still looking for ways to record the sessions and upload them to show the world, HEY WE DID IT, HAVE YOU?
Here's to Creative Exercises!
Wednesday, June 25, 2003
development
WHAT IS YOUR STATE OF LIFE?
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Whoa... I'm like.. transforming eh?
Gosh... maybe I'll turn into something richer, more artistic and gorgeous beyond belief.
Tuesday, June 24, 2003
Been an interesting evening.
Just finished hosting the first Anniversary of my company. Had a blast adlibbing so much lines whenever weird stuff would happen. Technical difficulties were our neighbors tonight, it seemed. But still the show must go on, and go on it did so well that I must say all those compliments I got really boosted my ego.
Heck, I even got an invitation from one of the head honchos of the company to have my own show. Heh... hope he remembers in the morning.
Body aching all over, but then again the pain is good. Danced a bit. Had a glass of white wine. And had four San Mig Lites. What made the night stand out I guess was the moment I found myself being congratulated by the managers and the high position suits for a job well done. Its nice to know that I'm appreciated for work. And my efforts are noted.
As a side note, can't wait to get started on the soon to come NEW DILIMAN WEBSITE! No offense to Geocities, but they have run out of enough webspace for me. Time to move on. Can't wait to see if it'll work.
Lastly, the first ever RPG MUSICAL is very very ready for auditions. After all those films (Chicago, Moulin Rouge) and plays (Rent, Miss Saigon) its time to try and make it work as a RPG. I can't wait! Planning to record the whole session, convert it to an MP3 and post it online. Oooh... its going to be a blast!
Hope everyone else is doing fine! I just hope my toes won't turn black tomorrow. Leather shoes hate my perfect feet.
Just finished hosting the first Anniversary of my company. Had a blast adlibbing so much lines whenever weird stuff would happen. Technical difficulties were our neighbors tonight, it seemed. But still the show must go on, and go on it did so well that I must say all those compliments I got really boosted my ego.
Heck, I even got an invitation from one of the head honchos of the company to have my own show. Heh... hope he remembers in the morning.
Body aching all over, but then again the pain is good. Danced a bit. Had a glass of white wine. And had four San Mig Lites. What made the night stand out I guess was the moment I found myself being congratulated by the managers and the high position suits for a job well done. Its nice to know that I'm appreciated for work. And my efforts are noted.
As a side note, can't wait to get started on the soon to come NEW DILIMAN WEBSITE! No offense to Geocities, but they have run out of enough webspace for me. Time to move on. Can't wait to see if it'll work.
Lastly, the first ever RPG MUSICAL is very very ready for auditions. After all those films (Chicago, Moulin Rouge) and plays (Rent, Miss Saigon) its time to try and make it work as a RPG. I can't wait! Planning to record the whole session, convert it to an MP3 and post it online. Oooh... its going to be a blast!
Hope everyone else is doing fine! I just hope my toes won't turn black tomorrow. Leather shoes hate my perfect feet.
Monday, June 23, 2003
Gah, tests can be amusingly addictive.
This one was too short though, but I wanted to know the answer;
Young. Really young. I'd say anywhere from 15-35.
But you'll go out with a bang. You'll get in a
car accident or be shot. You'll never have to
see yourself get old. Sad though. Really sad.
By the way, its common knowledge that more
people with great goals and aspirations die
young. And if you want to die old, you'll die
young and vice versa.
At what age will you die?
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Aww... egad, I'm 26.
I guess I got less than 10 years left, eh?
This one was too short though, but I wanted to know the answer;
Young. Really young. I'd say anywhere from 15-35.
But you'll go out with a bang. You'll get in a
car accident or be shot. You'll never have to
see yourself get old. Sad though. Really sad.
By the way, its common knowledge that more
people with great goals and aspirations die
young. And if you want to die old, you'll die
young and vice versa.
At what age will you die?
brought to you by Quizilla
Aww... egad, I'm 26.
I guess I got less than 10 years left, eh?
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
okay, maybe this test was far too revealing than I thought.
:-)
hehhehe burn baby burn!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Extreme |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | Moderate |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Low |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Very High |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Moderate |
| Level 7 (Violent) | Extreme |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Extreme |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | High |
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
okay, maybe this test was far too revealing than I thought.
:-)
hehhehe burn baby burn!
Its a new day. A new week,
Just ended a roleplaying game yesterday (Dreaming) and held auditions for the upcoming Zoolander-meets-Charlie's Angels Models game. It was a blast! Four people attended the auditions and showed the panel a side of their gaming ability never seen before.
I like the fact that my hobbies keep me alive. And occupied. Whoever once said RPGs are a good escape definitely went through the stress I go through. Its a good escape, but in no means is it intended to replace life.
Have a host job to handle tomorrow. Be talking and tossing witty barbs at an officemate in front of over 100 people. That oughta be interesting. Its funny though, being reminded of the rules ("No green jokes... don't complain about low pay... etc") repeatedly since I am known for being obnoxious and very out-spoken.
Ah life.
Its good to be alive.
Just ended a roleplaying game yesterday (Dreaming) and held auditions for the upcoming Zoolander-meets-Charlie's Angels Models game. It was a blast! Four people attended the auditions and showed the panel a side of their gaming ability never seen before.
I like the fact that my hobbies keep me alive. And occupied. Whoever once said RPGs are a good escape definitely went through the stress I go through. Its a good escape, but in no means is it intended to replace life.
Have a host job to handle tomorrow. Be talking and tossing witty barbs at an officemate in front of over 100 people. That oughta be interesting. Its funny though, being reminded of the rules ("No green jokes... don't complain about low pay... etc") repeatedly since I am known for being obnoxious and very out-spoken.
Ah life.
Its good to be alive.
Saturday, June 21, 2003
| Your Ultimate Roleplaying Purity Score | ||
| Category | Your Score | Average |
| Hacklust | 30.19% Has conversations in between massacres | 52.7% |
| Sensitive Roleplaying | 15.19% There is no player. There is only.... Zuul. | 52.8% |
| GM Experience | 10.14% Worldbuilder, storyteller... Master. | 68.1% |
| Systems Knowledge | 80.79% Played in a couple of campaigns | 89.6% |
| Livin' La Vida Dorka | 42.53% Has interesting conversations in public | 61.6% |
| You are 38.78% pure Average Score: 67.6% | ||
Friday, June 20, 2003
http://svt.se/hogafflahage/hogafflaHage_site/Kor/hestekor.swf You have GOT to try this!
Amazing stress relief.
:-)
Gotta love them horses.
Amazing stress relief.
:-)
Gotta love them horses.
Its a friday.
But its a work-filled day.
With so much one has to do, one can only wonder if work is worth the comics, dvds, and all them other "vices" one has. Sometimes I wonder why can't work have been made to be more... friendly to one's personal time and needs. Yeah sure, there are supposedly unions to fight for your rights. That's as convincing as telling me that I'd a gorgeous hump-inspiring member of the human species.
Gah, this ranting on a blog is helpful.
Makes me feel like someone cares.
:-)
But its a work-filled day.
With so much one has to do, one can only wonder if work is worth the comics, dvds, and all them other "vices" one has. Sometimes I wonder why can't work have been made to be more... friendly to one's personal time and needs. Yeah sure, there are supposedly unions to fight for your rights. That's as convincing as telling me that I'd a gorgeous hump-inspiring member of the human species.
Gah, this ranting on a blog is helpful.
Makes me feel like someone cares.
:-)
Thursday, June 19, 2003
Okay, it is 9:20 in the evening and I am still at work.
Sigh.. Handling two major projects, a monthly program guide, and three other minor ad campaigns isn't healthy, that I know for certain. But I guess one can't really complain when one is working to pay his dues. Its a sad but true fact that overtime work is more often than not a necessity rather than a choice.
Well, it could be worse.
At least I'm not really part of any social circle to have people complaining that I work too much. The money I'll get for this overtime will definitely be used to buy either a new Kabuki trade paperback or a few new Roleplaying game books.
I can spoil myself for being such a work-whore, right?
Sigh.. Handling two major projects, a monthly program guide, and three other minor ad campaigns isn't healthy, that I know for certain. But I guess one can't really complain when one is working to pay his dues. Its a sad but true fact that overtime work is more often than not a necessity rather than a choice.
Well, it could be worse.
At least I'm not really part of any social circle to have people complaining that I work too much. The money I'll get for this overtime will definitely be used to buy either a new Kabuki trade paperback or a few new Roleplaying game books.
I can spoil myself for being such a work-whore, right?
Gah, it seems my office workstation doesn't Refresh. Any new posting and changes I make while here at work are invisible to my own eyes. Talk about interesting twists. I feel like this is the opening sequence of a possible Twilight Zone episode.
Gosh, I miss that show. It had its great moments. Like that episode where a boy can wish anything into reality so long as he looks at a picture of it first... then him seeing the picture of a human heart...
Where have all the great twisted shows gone? Are we left to content with Fear Factor and Survivor (as well as any local noontime show) to get the queasy "oh my god" feeling while watching television?
Gosh, I miss that show. It had its great moments. Like that episode where a boy can wish anything into reality so long as he looks at a picture of it first... then him seeing the picture of a human heart...
Where have all the great twisted shows gone? Are we left to content with Fear Factor and Survivor (as well as any local noontime show) to get the queasy "oh my god" feeling while watching television?
Which Member of the Endless Are You?
What can I say? I guess it was meant to be.
Always liked Desire.
:-)
Okay, its been a few minutes and I am already getting a hang of this Blog business. I guess it takes a while to get used to.
Something tells me this can get pretty addictive. Its like having a soapbox for the world to see you (assuming they care to take notice of course.) Makes me wonder how many people out there have blogs just to share and shout... and how many actually have blogs just because others do.
Well, this could be interesting.
A new chapter for me to try in life, I guess.
Carl, thanks for the help buddy. Appreciate helping me get started here.
Too bad I can't update this while at work. Would have been cool if I could.
Something tells me this can get pretty addictive. Its like having a soapbox for the world to see you (assuming they care to take notice of course.) Makes me wonder how many people out there have blogs just to share and shout... and how many actually have blogs just because others do.
Well, this could be interesting.
A new chapter for me to try in life, I guess.
Carl, thanks for the help buddy. Appreciate helping me get started here.
Too bad I can't update this while at work. Would have been cool if I could.
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