Yep. New haircut.
I like it. Ha!
:-P
But yeah, I do look kinda weird.
Heheheh.
Friday, October 29, 2004
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Getting into FORUM gaming
Yeah, I am. Strangely, although turns come slower than table top, it can be oddily satisfying. Currently running one, playing in one and starting another. If you're curious, you can check it out at www.nocturnis.net.
Who would have thought, eh?
Yeah, I am. Strangely, although turns come slower than table top, it can be oddily satisfying. Currently running one, playing in one and starting another. If you're curious, you can check it out at www.nocturnis.net.
Who would have thought, eh?
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Quickie Fiction: Trust
It started out simple. He wasn't interested in having sex with her anymore. She still needed it. It wasn't that she had nymphomaniac tendancies. Or saw sex as some form of drug that soothed her needs. It was simply the fact that they were together; Lovers in a world of one-night stands. Seventeen months passed with them sharing imprisoned laughs, soft groans and trembling moans. Then, without warning, just as they had moved in together into one of those posh apartelles in the east side of the city, he lost the urge for it.
"I can't explain why. And no, there isn't anyone else. I just.. don't feel like doing it anymore," he explained as tears retested the theory of gravity. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Still, she trusted him. And blindly, she tried to adjust.
There was someone else.
Their names were Katarina, Janice, a few swedes, a large collection of squeak-gasping Asians, a number of artificially enhanced mothers and a few guests to Mike's Apartment. He'd have one hand on the mouse clicking away, and the other hand on his dick. Avenue Q was right. The internet was.
"It's not like I'm seeing someone else... I just.."
She couldn't explain it. Couldn't find the courage to give her feelings words. She was unwanted. She felt unattractive. She could not compare to self-abuse and incomplete downloaded skin. She was less of a woman.
"Maybe you can see other people? Just for sex? As long as it is just for sex, you know. So your needs can be met too?"
Simple solution. Or at least it sounded like one. But the moment that begins, every night out with some friends becomes a suspected orgy. Every party with old classmates is assumed to be heavy make-out moments with new faces. Every overnight due to work becomes a measily excuse to fuck some one new.
Even if they weren't.
"I just can't do it with you anymore. I have no reasons why. I just don't feel like doing it anymore. Its no big thing, really. Our love isn't based on sex, right?"
She smiled. There was nothing else she could do.
It started out simple. He wasn't interested in having sex with her anymore. She still needed it. It wasn't that she had nymphomaniac tendancies. Or saw sex as some form of drug that soothed her needs. It was simply the fact that they were together; Lovers in a world of one-night stands. Seventeen months passed with them sharing imprisoned laughs, soft groans and trembling moans. Then, without warning, just as they had moved in together into one of those posh apartelles in the east side of the city, he lost the urge for it.
"I can't explain why. And no, there isn't anyone else. I just.. don't feel like doing it anymore," he explained as tears retested the theory of gravity. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Still, she trusted him. And blindly, she tried to adjust.
There was someone else.
Their names were Katarina, Janice, a few swedes, a large collection of squeak-gasping Asians, a number of artificially enhanced mothers and a few guests to Mike's Apartment. He'd have one hand on the mouse clicking away, and the other hand on his dick. Avenue Q was right. The internet was.
"It's not like I'm seeing someone else... I just.."
She couldn't explain it. Couldn't find the courage to give her feelings words. She was unwanted. She felt unattractive. She could not compare to self-abuse and incomplete downloaded skin. She was less of a woman.
"Maybe you can see other people? Just for sex? As long as it is just for sex, you know. So your needs can be met too?"
Simple solution. Or at least it sounded like one. But the moment that begins, every night out with some friends becomes a suspected orgy. Every party with old classmates is assumed to be heavy make-out moments with new faces. Every overnight due to work becomes a measily excuse to fuck some one new.
Even if they weren't.
"I just can't do it with you anymore. I have no reasons why. I just don't feel like doing it anymore. Its no big thing, really. Our love isn't based on sex, right?"
She smiled. There was nothing else she could do.
Thursday, October 21, 2004
Just had a flash in my head
Two guys. One girl. Drinking and mirth.
Secrets. Laughter. And unspoken promises not to be shared.
Whatever that means or stands for, I have no idea. Could be a story in the making. Or a plot to be developed. I dunno. But it seems kinda... spooky. Or maybe, I just need to finally get OUT of this office and head home.
Two guys. One girl. Drinking and mirth.
Secrets. Laughter. And unspoken promises not to be shared.
Whatever that means or stands for, I have no idea. Could be a story in the making. Or a plot to be developed. I dunno. But it seems kinda... spooky. Or maybe, I just need to finally get OUT of this office and head home.
Surprise Surprise
Its now my 30th hour.
Yeeha. And the annoying thing? I have to still go to work tomorrow to handle a TVC video material and a flier.
Gaaaaawd... I really feel ucky right now. Want a shower soon.
Going down South
Yeah, heading to Paranaque tonight. Spending some time with my Dad.
Friday Gaming
Just anxious for this coming Friday. Will be gaming with the gang. Same for saturday. Making the most of the weekend. Its kinda sad that we couldn't push through with the Orpheus game since James would not be free this weekend, but I'm just as excited to play Exalted and Changeling again anyhow, so it balances out in the end.
Avenue Q
"The internet is for porn.
Just grab your dick and double click
the internet is for porn!"
Hope my Mom can get me a copy of the CD while they're in the US.
Its now my 30th hour.
Yeeha. And the annoying thing? I have to still go to work tomorrow to handle a TVC video material and a flier.
Gaaaaawd... I really feel ucky right now. Want a shower soon.
Going down South
Yeah, heading to Paranaque tonight. Spending some time with my Dad.
Friday Gaming
Just anxious for this coming Friday. Will be gaming with the gang. Same for saturday. Making the most of the weekend. Its kinda sad that we couldn't push through with the Orpheus game since James would not be free this weekend, but I'm just as excited to play Exalted and Changeling again anyhow, so it balances out in the end.
Avenue Q
"The internet is for porn.
Just grab your dick and double click
the internet is for porn!"
Hope my Mom can get me a copy of the CD while they're in the US.
Friday, October 15, 2004
Sung my lungs out today
Needed a break from work. Thankfully, John Boy dropped by my office and offered me an escape. It was a great few moments of singing my heart out and just having a blast. Workload kept me from really enjoying the night, but hey, we got to grind what keeps the bills away, eh?
Also, received a text from an old classmate named Lolit who heard I am releasing a "book" soon. It was very... heart-warming to know she still believed in me that much. I don't know. Maybe its been a while since someone really honestly just complimented me for my art and craft. And admitted seeing me reaching further than where I am now.
A lot of my friends do that, I admit. Sam, Seth, John Boy, Aldwin, Carl.. Even Dean, Vinnie and a bunch of other really cool dudes (like John, Jeffrey and Ner) do too. But I guess what made it different was that it was coming from someone whom I rarely hung with and wasn't even into comic books.
Those moments really just strike you hard and tell you, "See! That's what everyone believes about you! Stop moping!"
So, yes, I admit it. I guess I do have those drama queen moments (and I am capable of typing this confession online for the world and my soon-to-be-sober self to see) but I always believed it was more of me being humble and honest about how much there are so much better people out there. I mean, looking at the same list above, Sam could Storytell a game that would give me a run for the money. Seth is incredible when it comes to keeping computers running as well as making stories about anti-heroes. John Boy? Naku, I still pray for the day I can write better than him. The same can be said for Dean and Vinnie. Aldwin is simply someone whom I wish I had his sense of self and honesty. I mean, he's one guy girls are dying to find in this world. What's wrong with you all!??!? Carl.. my god. He's the guy who got me believing I can make comics. And thanks to him, Diliman, Wan, Bangungot and my 24-hour comic actually got online. Ner is the guy whose art still carries a dynamism and impact I wish I could somehow capture. John and Jeffrey, they're more strangers than people I really know, I will admit that, but I'm sure there are things about them I would be a better person if I were to emulate.
I guess, the point of this long post is this:
THANK YOU!
I know I can be a bastard. And a bitch. And I can be difficult. And demanding. And I can be annoying pathetic. And overly complicated.
Thank you for standing up with all that and still telling me I can do it.
*On hindsight, I am sure i have missed a lot of other people whom I should thank. Like James, Angela, Joey, Puting Tikbalang and a host of others who always offer me supportive words. Like my parents and family who have NEVER not been there for me when they could be. For Marco, my best friend whom I have sadly grown distant to yet hope that when we find ourselves meeting again after years, will realise no time has really passed.. etc... etc... My apologies that my beer-addled brain is unable to remember you all right now. But I thank you nontheless for all your support and your friendship.
Needed a break from work. Thankfully, John Boy dropped by my office and offered me an escape. It was a great few moments of singing my heart out and just having a blast. Workload kept me from really enjoying the night, but hey, we got to grind what keeps the bills away, eh?
Also, received a text from an old classmate named Lolit who heard I am releasing a "book" soon. It was very... heart-warming to know she still believed in me that much. I don't know. Maybe its been a while since someone really honestly just complimented me for my art and craft. And admitted seeing me reaching further than where I am now.
A lot of my friends do that, I admit. Sam, Seth, John Boy, Aldwin, Carl.. Even Dean, Vinnie and a bunch of other really cool dudes (like John, Jeffrey and Ner) do too. But I guess what made it different was that it was coming from someone whom I rarely hung with and wasn't even into comic books.
Those moments really just strike you hard and tell you, "See! That's what everyone believes about you! Stop moping!"
So, yes, I admit it. I guess I do have those drama queen moments (and I am capable of typing this confession online for the world and my soon-to-be-sober self to see) but I always believed it was more of me being humble and honest about how much there are so much better people out there. I mean, looking at the same list above, Sam could Storytell a game that would give me a run for the money. Seth is incredible when it comes to keeping computers running as well as making stories about anti-heroes. John Boy? Naku, I still pray for the day I can write better than him. The same can be said for Dean and Vinnie. Aldwin is simply someone whom I wish I had his sense of self and honesty. I mean, he's one guy girls are dying to find in this world. What's wrong with you all!??!? Carl.. my god. He's the guy who got me believing I can make comics. And thanks to him, Diliman, Wan, Bangungot and my 24-hour comic actually got online. Ner is the guy whose art still carries a dynamism and impact I wish I could somehow capture. John and Jeffrey, they're more strangers than people I really know, I will admit that, but I'm sure there are things about them I would be a better person if I were to emulate.
I guess, the point of this long post is this:
THANK YOU!
I know I can be a bastard. And a bitch. And I can be difficult. And demanding. And I can be annoying pathetic. And overly complicated.
Thank you for standing up with all that and still telling me I can do it.
*On hindsight, I am sure i have missed a lot of other people whom I should thank. Like James, Angela, Joey, Puting Tikbalang and a host of others who always offer me supportive words. Like my parents and family who have NEVER not been there for me when they could be. For Marco, my best friend whom I have sadly grown distant to yet hope that when we find ourselves meeting again after years, will realise no time has really passed.. etc... etc... My apologies that my beer-addled brain is unable to remember you all right now. But I thank you nontheless for all your support and your friendship.
Monday, October 11, 2004
Vampire: The Requiem movie
It actually may be something pretty good.
Bare info here. And here.
Hmm...
1) It's being produced by Adam Fields, responsible for the brilliant and creepy 'Donnie Darko.' It is said that he actually plays Vampire: The Requiem too, so that's plus points.
2) It's been picked up by New Line, the people who brought to us The Lord of the Rings and Blade. Considering how they were willing to avoid typical marketing twists (like more explosions! more nude scenes! modernize everything) and resort to few that try to still be true to the source (Arwen was to replace Glorfindel but still kept the pace working. Frodo's near-death pushed to the third movie, but kept to keep continuity going well), is even more added points.
Things Adam Fields worked on:
Donnie Darko (2001) (producer)
Brokedown Palace (1999) (producer)
Ravenous (1999) (producer)
Money Train (1995) (executive producer)
Journey to the Center of the Earth (1989)(executive producer)
Great Balls of Fire! (1989) (producer)
Johnny Be Good (1988) (producer)
Whoopee Boys, The (1986) (producer)
Vision Quest (1985) (executive producer)
White Wolf, which has had other properties notably Hunter: The Reckoning optioned by Hollywood studios.
Also in production:
There's also a Rifts movie in the works (by Jerry Brukhiemer and Disney). The Disney part scares me. Uh oh.
The movie rights for the Deadlands game have also been optioned by Revolution studios I think.
Then, there's
too.
It actually may be something pretty good.
Bare info here. And here.
Hmm...
1) It's being produced by Adam Fields, responsible for the brilliant and creepy 'Donnie Darko.' It is said that he actually plays Vampire: The Requiem too, so that's plus points.
2) It's been picked up by New Line, the people who brought to us The Lord of the Rings and Blade. Considering how they were willing to avoid typical marketing twists (like more explosions! more nude scenes! modernize everything) and resort to few that try to still be true to the source (Arwen was to replace Glorfindel but still kept the pace working. Frodo's near-death pushed to the third movie, but kept to keep continuity going well), is even more added points.
Things Adam Fields worked on:
Donnie Darko (2001) (producer)
Brokedown Palace (1999) (producer)
Ravenous (1999) (producer)
Money Train (1995) (executive producer)
Journey to the Center of the Earth (1989)(executive producer)
Great Balls of Fire! (1989) (producer)
Johnny Be Good (1988) (producer)
Whoopee Boys, The (1986) (producer)
Vision Quest (1985) (executive producer)
White Wolf, which has had other properties notably Hunter: The Reckoning optioned by Hollywood studios.
Also in production:
There's also a Rifts movie in the works (by Jerry Brukhiemer and Disney). The Disney part scares me. Uh oh.
The movie rights for the Deadlands game have also been optioned by Revolution studios I think.
Then, there's
too.
Friday, October 08, 2004
DILIMAN Issue 13
If I time it right, I might have it out by Halloween.
Being the thirteenth issue I want to make this issue very special. So I'm going for a double-sized page count. So far, I've hit 20 pages and from my estimates, the issue might marathon all the way to fifty. But that's assuming I stick to my thumbnails, which in practice and from experience, never happens.
The bad thing?
I'm already feeling the urge to redraw/rewrite certain portions of the book. Its so hard to maintain a horror comic when you've reached the point the victims become heroes and the secrets are now revealed. Now I see why Clive Barker, Stephen King and all the other horror masters never made their horror works serials and always made sure they reached an ending.
Because horror transforms either into trite shock-gory action or into melodramatic brooding mysticism if you're not careful.
Or maybe, its a sign.
Maybe all good things do reach an end?
Hmm...
If I time it right, I might have it out by Halloween.
Being the thirteenth issue I want to make this issue very special. So I'm going for a double-sized page count. So far, I've hit 20 pages and from my estimates, the issue might marathon all the way to fifty. But that's assuming I stick to my thumbnails, which in practice and from experience, never happens.
The bad thing?
I'm already feeling the urge to redraw/rewrite certain portions of the book. Its so hard to maintain a horror comic when you've reached the point the victims become heroes and the secrets are now revealed. Now I see why Clive Barker, Stephen King and all the other horror masters never made their horror works serials and always made sure they reached an ending.
Because horror transforms either into trite shock-gory action or into melodramatic brooding mysticism if you're not careful.
Or maybe, its a sign.
Maybe all good things do reach an end?
Hmm...
Thursday, October 07, 2004
Quickie Fiction: Happily ever After Again
He did it with her. He fucked her and let her suck his charming rod only to claim afterwards he was sorry. And the most annoying thing about it was that he did it again and yet still said he loved her.
She walked out of her room and stared out the window. She closed the drapes then wrapped her long beautiful hair into a bun that nearly doubled her height and walked down the long, winding steps down her tower. She had counted these steps in the past. Each step represented a past slight. A former mistake. An annoying faux passe that she had let slide from her suitors. After all, there was no perfect husband, that she knew. But there was sense in at least looking for someone who was worth ever after, right?
She moved past the growing thorns and vines that surrounded her castle's base and made her way through the darkened woods following the trail of breadcrumbs her neighbors leave each morning they go jogging. Then she waved a hello at Red who had learned to enjoy sleeping with her hirsute cross-dressing husband. (Inwardly, she cursed, recalling all her stories of their passionate love-making with his sado-masochistic urges of swallowing her whole and having her friends cut her out of his stomach while he slept. How they could manage to do it everynight without Tom or Thumbellina's latest blue hexagon pill remained to be seen.) She hopped over the lazy daisies that fluttered by the gurgling stream and then avoided the small pellets of rat shit that the pumpkin carriage's horses left behind.
She knocked on the door thrice, moved inside before her wicked aunt (who loved terrorizing all her cousins with her antics and poisonous thing for the week) could complain and made her way past the golden goose and the obviously sexually-exhausted Jack who had fallen asleep with the candlestick still stuck inside again.
"Are they doing it?" she asked the mirror and it, having learned from the past, asked in mock innocence, "Who?"
Glass shattered as she struck the mirror with her fist. She hated him. Hated him for being part of her life. Hated him for making her happy. Hated him for that perfect kiss, that wonderful smile, that beautiful sword that he knew how to use so well. He hated him because she did love him and he said so many things that she believed were true.
A pity, she realised, he was not a fable similar to the mirror who always spoke the truth.
Even if it hurt...
ever after.
He did it with her. He fucked her and let her suck his charming rod only to claim afterwards he was sorry. And the most annoying thing about it was that he did it again and yet still said he loved her.
She walked out of her room and stared out the window. She closed the drapes then wrapped her long beautiful hair into a bun that nearly doubled her height and walked down the long, winding steps down her tower. She had counted these steps in the past. Each step represented a past slight. A former mistake. An annoying faux passe that she had let slide from her suitors. After all, there was no perfect husband, that she knew. But there was sense in at least looking for someone who was worth ever after, right?
She moved past the growing thorns and vines that surrounded her castle's base and made her way through the darkened woods following the trail of breadcrumbs her neighbors leave each morning they go jogging. Then she waved a hello at Red who had learned to enjoy sleeping with her hirsute cross-dressing husband. (Inwardly, she cursed, recalling all her stories of their passionate love-making with his sado-masochistic urges of swallowing her whole and having her friends cut her out of his stomach while he slept. How they could manage to do it everynight without Tom or Thumbellina's latest blue hexagon pill remained to be seen.) She hopped over the lazy daisies that fluttered by the gurgling stream and then avoided the small pellets of rat shit that the pumpkin carriage's horses left behind.
She knocked on the door thrice, moved inside before her wicked aunt (who loved terrorizing all her cousins with her antics and poisonous thing for the week) could complain and made her way past the golden goose and the obviously sexually-exhausted Jack who had fallen asleep with the candlestick still stuck inside again.
"Are they doing it?" she asked the mirror and it, having learned from the past, asked in mock innocence, "Who?"
Glass shattered as she struck the mirror with her fist. She hated him. Hated him for being part of her life. Hated him for making her happy. Hated him for that perfect kiss, that wonderful smile, that beautiful sword that he knew how to use so well. He hated him because she did love him and he said so many things that she believed were true.
A pity, she realised, he was not a fable similar to the mirror who always spoke the truth.
Even if it hurt...
ever after.
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Got two new games that are eating up my time
Star Wars Battlefront and Sims 2.
With Star Wars Battlefront, I finally get to relive that dream of being in those major battles in Star Wars. I tell you, being part of the offensive assault on Hoth, or the chance to kill them blasted Gungans is a treat! And the sound quality of it all. Amazing...
For Sims 2, I opted to create a family with my gaming buddies as the characters and Angelina Jolie as our housemate. Will post the images when I can. The degree of customization in the game is unbelievable. Frightening even. One can make police profiles with this game. Add to that the option of recording video of the game and moving the camera wherever you want, you can even make movies with the game engine itself!
Get the two games when you have time! They will not disappoint.
Star Wars Battlefront and Sims 2.
With Star Wars Battlefront, I finally get to relive that dream of being in those major battles in Star Wars. I tell you, being part of the offensive assault on Hoth, or the chance to kill them blasted Gungans is a treat! And the sound quality of it all. Amazing...
For Sims 2, I opted to create a family with my gaming buddies as the characters and Angelina Jolie as our housemate. Will post the images when I can. The degree of customization in the game is unbelievable. Frightening even. One can make police profiles with this game. Add to that the option of recording video of the game and moving the camera wherever you want, you can even make movies with the game engine itself!
Get the two games when you have time! They will not disappoint.
Sunday, October 03, 2004
I remain humbled.
Dean's words in his blog simply brightened my day once again.
I have no other words to say right now other than,
Thank you.
Dean's words in his blog simply brightened my day once again.
I have no other words to say right now other than,
Thank you.
Friday, October 01, 2004
On the Net:
"This Land" and other parodies: http://mockthevote.com
"Staffers": http://staffersgame.com
"Bushgame": http://bushgame.com
"The Subservient President": http://subservientpresident.net
"Kerry's Flip Flop Olympics": http://georgewbush.com/Olympics
Dean scream remix: http://www.lileks.com/bleatophany
http://www.comedycentral.com/tv_shows/indecision2004
The Specious Report: http://thespeciousreport.com
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