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Thursday January 24 2002, 07 50 PM
"A line of peace might appear,
if we restructured the sentence our lives are making,
revoked its reaffirmation of profit and power,
questioned our needs, allowed
long pauses . . ." - Denise Levertov
The following are excerpts taken from the great Russian
director Andrei Tarkovsky's book Sculpting in Time.
Much like Darren Hughes, creator of
long pauses-
the website from where I got it, I was inspired by his
words. To quotes Hughes:
"how
refreshing it is to read a filmmaker speak of his craft using
terms like "truth," "love," "sacrifice," and (especially)
"beauty." Tarkovsky writes, "We have almost totally lost sight
of the beautiful as a criterion of art".
How poignantly
true.
"The
goal for all art, unless of course it is aimed at the
'consumer', like a saleable commodity, is to explain to the
artist himself and to those around him what man lives for, what
is the meaning of his existence. To explain to people the reason
for their appearance on this planet; or if not to explain, at
least to pose the question"
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"The aim of art is to prepare a person for death, to plough and
harrow his soul, rendering it capable of turning it to good."
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"My function is to make whoever sees my films aware of his need
to love and to give his love, and aware that beauty is summoning
him."
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"Finally,
I would enjoin the reader — confiding in him utterly — to
believe that the one thing that mankind has ever created in a
spirit of self-surrender is the artistic image. Perhaps the
meaning of all human activity lies in artistic consciousness, in
the pointless and selfless creative act? Perhaps our capacity to
create is evidence that we ourselves were created in the image
and likeness of God?"
Thursday January 24 2002, 11 48 AM
“They tell me you know the
poetry of the street." "Can you tell a story...? Can
you make us laugh, can you make us cry, can you make us want to
break out into joyous song?"
I can't study. There's some work I have to do but
I can't get a damn thing done. My heads in a million
places at once. There's things I want to do that I can't
get started on, there's thing I have to do that I can't get
finished, and then there's things that I do that serve no real
purpose. La Bella Confusione.
Wednesday January 23 2002, 10 53 PM
“Every
day I wake up and it's sunday/whatever's in my eye won't go
away/the radio is playing all the usual/
what's a wonderwall anyway."
In the Deck: Beck - "MTV Makes
Me Want to Smoke Crack", Travis - "Writing To Reach You"
On the Tube: nuttin...
Being that I am an insane movie geek, I must share with
you the following, which I stumbled upon some time ago. It
was taken from the autobiography of legendary Japanese director
Akira Kurosawa, Something Like an Autobiography.
This will be the first in an ongoing series of movie-related
pieces, both from myself and outside sources.
"What is cinema? The answer this question is no
easy matter. Long ago the Japanese novelist Shiga Naoya
presented an essay written by his grandchild as one of the most
remarkable prose pieces of his time. He had it published
in a literary magazine. It was entitled "My Dog," and ran
as follows: "My dog resembles a bear; he also resembles a
badger; he also resembles a fox, . . ." It proceeded to
enumerate the dog's special characteristics comparing each one
to yet another animal, developing into a full list of the animal
kingdom. However, the essay closed with, "But since he's a
dog, he most resembles a dog."
I remember bursting out laughing when I read this essay, but
it makes a serious point. Cinema resembles so many other
arts. If cinema has very literary characteristics, it also
has theatrical qualities, a philosophical side, attributes of
painting and sculpture and musical elements. But cinema
is, in the final analysis, cinema.
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There is something that might be called cinematic beauty.
It can only be expressed in a film, and it must be present in a
film for that film to be a moving work. When it is very
well expressed, one experiences a particularly deep emotion
while watching that film. I believe it is this quality
that draws people to come and see a film, and that it is the
hope of attaining this quality that inspires the filmmaker to
make a film in the first place. In other words, I believe
that the essence of cinema lies in cinematic beauty.
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With a good script a good director can produce a masterpiece;
with the same script a mediocre director can make a passable
film. But with a bad script even a good director can't
possibly make a good film. For truly cinematic expression,
the camera and the microphone must be able to cross both fire
and water. That is what makes a real movie. The
script must be something that has the power to do this.
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In order to write scripts, you must first study the great novels
and dramas of the world. You must consider why they are
great. Where does the emotion come from that you feel as
you read them? What degree of passion did the author have
to have, what level of meticulousness did he have to command, in
order to portray the characters and events as he did? You
must read thoroughly, to the point where you can grasp all these
things. You must also see the great films. You must
read the great screenplays and study the film theories of the
great directors. If your goal is to become a filmmaker,
you must master screenwriting.
Saturday January 05 2002, 10 33 AM
In the Deck: Mary J. Blige
- "My Life"
-entry
by Paolo Sia
“There is no tomorrow quite ready
When yesterday still resides in our being…”
There are times when I can’t help but look back and reminisce
about all the wonderful memories I’ve been blessed with the
first 21 years of my life. From my childhood years until this
very day, it truly has been a remarkable journey. Sandwiched
between these unforgettable events, however, lay images of
emotional distress and pessimism. Good or bad, these are my
experiences, and they will forever be instilled in my
embarrassingly minuscule cranial capacity.
“…Until our ghosts are complete
We will drown
In our fathoms of subdued tears…”
My personal history has an obvious impact on the way I currently
live my life. We all act a different way towards certain
situations because of our past experiences. Now, more than
ever, I’ve been saddled by this phobia that has prevented me
from going forth and doing things that I’ve been wanting. ‘Are
those days of doing shit on my own terms over?’ I’ve been
asking myself that question for a while now. After weeks of
mental torture, I’ve come up with a definite answer: Hell no.
It’s merely time to let go of the past and start making
decisions based solely on my personal preference and not fear.
For the past few years, my decision-making has been hindered by
fear. Fear of rejection, fear of not being accepted, fear of
fucking up, the list goes on and on. I’ve had enough of this
bullshit.
“...Old fears not fully answered
And the Truth only half way undressed
Will be our shadow
Awaiting the crackle of sunrise...”
I’ve decided to take a stand and not let my anxieties play a
role in the future choices that I desire. I may never know the
answer to all the questions that I’m constantly faced with, but
I sure as hell won’t ever find out sitting on my ass and letting
opportunities pass me by. My past experiences will always have
a special place in my heart, no doubt about that. I’ve merely
recognized the need of not holding on to these experiences too
tightly. It ain’t going nowhere.
You may probably find no logic in this inner monologue that
I’ve created and externalized; I respect that. Nevertheless, my
thoughts may be disorganized, my heart may be traumatized, but
my mind defies the odds to reward me with a certain sense of
happiness and complacency. Peace.
“…All you gotta do,
is take your time
One day at a time
It's all on you
What you're gonna do…” –Mary J. Blige
(Credit where credit is due: all other quotes derived from a poem “Untitled” by Kristen Dansby)
- Paolo Sia
Wednesday October 17 2001, 12:42AM
They f-cked me
over.
Just read my article online for today's Inquirer,
a review of the film "Requiem For a Dream". They butchered
it. The task of an editor is to improve on the article
by making minor changes, not to change its entire trajectory
by translating it into their own words, and "editing" it so it
comes out the way they would have written it. What a
sham. F-ck, this is frustrating...
click here
to read the article as it was
intended.
Tuesday October 16 2001, 11:06PM
In the Deck: Jimi Hendrix -
friggin' everything
"Purple haze all in my brain
Lately
things just don't seem the same
Actin' funny, but I don't
know why
'Scuse me while I kiss the sky
Purple Haze
all around
Don't know if I'm comin' up or down
Am I
happy or in misery?
What ever it is, that girl put a spell
on me
Help me
Help me
Oh, no,
no
Hammerin'
Talkin' 'bout heart 'n'...s-soul
I'm
talkin' about hard stuff
If everbodys still around, fluff
and ease, if
So far out my mind
Somethings happening,
somethings happening
Ooo, ahhh
Ooo, {click}
ahhh,
Ooo, ahhh
Ooo, ahhh, YEAH!
Purple haze all in
my eyes, uhh
Don't know if its day or night
You got me
blowin', blowin' my mind
Is it tomorrow, or just the end of
time?
Ooo
Help me
Ahh, yea-yeah, purple haze,
yeah
Oh, no, oh
Oh, help me
Tell me, baby, tell
me
I can't go on like this
You're makin' me blow my
mind...mama
n-no, nooo
No, its painful,
baby"
Friday September 28 2001,
05:03PM
On the
Tube: DVD, Enemy At the Gates
In times of turmoil and
distress, we turn to Huey and Caesar for guiding
insights.
check out the
strip
Note: added a gusetbook. Click here to
view/sign.
Saturday September 23
2001, 11:40PM
"I ain't
no perfect man...I'm trying to do...the best that I can...with
what it is have..."
In the Deck: D'Angelo -
"Send It On", "Feel Like Makin'
Love"
On the Tube: Conan
O'Brien
Click for larger
image
a collage of
stuff...coherence?...hmm...
Thursday
September 20 2001, 11:33PM
"It was a surreal morning, surreal
because of its beauty.
I laughed with a friend, realizing
how wonderful it is to be alive." - Lea
Sio
In the Deck: Ursula Rucker - "7", Lenny
Kravitz - "Heaven Help", Lifehouse - "Hanging By
A Moment"
The truth?
"...you have to realize that not too many people can
touch our lives the way certain people do ... and when they
do, never let go of that person... i'm serious man ... i know
it's probably cheesy that i said that, but f-ck being cheesy
... don't give a rat's anus what people think ... all
i'm saying is, people like that... they don't come around too
often ... and when the opportunity's there, don't wait too
long to do something about it ... it might be too late ..."
(Paolo Sia)
that's
the f*$~#!' truth...
-Alexis
Monday
September 15 2001, 08:07PM
In the Deck: Miles Davis Quintet - "My Funny
Valentine"
It is 8:07 in the evening.
Four days after the September 11th
tragedy.
I'm watching the audio commentary of Rushmore: The
Criterion Collection.
Terrorists presumed to be associated with Osama bin Laden,
hijacked planes flying two of them into the two World Trade
Center buildings causing there collapse, flying one into the
Pentagon leaving one-third of it damaged beyond use, and one
other into a field in Pennsylvania, though intended to hit the
White House. The number of people that have died as a
result of these actions is unknown. But the media
estimates over 10,000. This is said to be equal to the number of people that
passed away in Omaha Beach during World War II, over 10 times
the number in Oklahoma, and significantly more
than countless other infamous tragedies.
Inhumane- in the most brutal essence of the word, is
all I can use to describe the events.
I hear the
stories and see the faces of those that mourn the loss of a
loved one. And cannot help but feel my eyes well up and
my gaze un-focus. A man who died was the beloved fiance
of a charming young woman. Another was the husband to a
wife who would soon be telling him that he was to be a
father. There are 10,000 of these people. And at
least 100,000 stories like this. As hard as my feeble
mind might try, I will never be able to comprehend the
magnitude of what has taken place. The media said that
America, maybe the world, would never be the same, a sentiment
I believed at first to be pre-mature, echoes as close to
an understatement now.
Call me a cynic. Right now, we may take a minute
or two to pause and reflect. For a day, we may even
forget the clutter that we work so hard to surround ourselves
with, but soon, perhaps even tomorrow, our banal routine will
continue. The world will change, but will
we?
Understand that no distinction is meant between myself
and the we that I speak of. For I am no better
if not worse than the rest of the world's citizens.
Today I lament, tomorrow I forget. Should the fact that
I am watching a comedy movie whose wits I admire bother me, or
am I to accept this as simply a means of achieving a break
from the impounding fist of reality.
I have
never been able to reconcile questions regarding my character,
I guess that's my downfall.
-Alexis
Wednesday May
23 2001, 05:59 PM
In the Deck: Mos Def - "May-September", "Umi
Says", "Climb"
Gray
by Alexis Tioseco
It is the color of my world.
The
shade that consumes me.
The shadow of
uncertainty.
The tint of doubt that throws off the hue
of my life.
It's not light, but neither is it
dark. It is the prolonged instant in which all around
you freezes, animate objects stand still, letters don't form
words, mouths open but no words escape from them.
A
figure stands. It's shape indistinct. The left
side of the body immersed in radiant light. The right
side cast in dim obscurity. It's feet are firmly planted
on the ground, almost touching, with only an indent of
illumination separating them. A majestic candle provides
the light and shadow that divides the two sides. The
left side of the figure stands erect; it's body like a pillar,
the epitome of strength. The right side limps bleakly;
it's body like an aged tree, the epitome of a defeated
warrior.
Strange how one simple candle is all that
distinguished the divide. All that defines the line
between the light and the shadow, the animate and still, the
song and the silent.
Strange? A little. But
plausible? Definitely.
You see what the
light doesn't tell you, are the unspoken words written on the
crest of the lips of the figure. The words that keep its
feet firmly planted. The reason why the figure stood in
its place, and the reason why it stands in its place.
The words that sustain.
Hope.
Love.
When
the candle isn't looking, the figure dreams. It dreams
of the glorious day the candle falls. The day its light
spills over the darkness, and illuminates the
world.
"But what if it burns?" An onlooker
asks.
The figure's lips silently speak only the same
two words. But the message is clear. You have to
be vulnerable to the chill of darkness, in order to feel the
warmth of light. You have to lose the fear of getting
burned, or burning, in order to fall.
Friday May 4 2001, 11:55
PM
"History is hard to know, because of all the hired
b-llsh-t, but even without being sure of "history" it seems
entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the
energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine
flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the
time---and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually
happened." - Raoul Duke (Johnny Depp), Fear and Loathing in
Las Vegas
In the Deck: Clarance Carter - "Slip
Away", Cat Stevens - "The Wind"
On the Tube: Fear and
Loathing in Las Vegas
Strange vibes today. The day itself
was quite conventional, but all of a sudden, at this hour of
the night, all of the events that took place seem so
surreal. Like everything happened in third person.
Strange, strange, strange. Oy vay. Strangeness for
today. Tagaytay for tomorrow. Hunter S. Thompson
forever.
-Alexis
ps.
The On the Tube header is just to let
y'all know what I'm watching, in the event that there's
something glaring on the TV.
Wednesday May
2 2001, 08:45 PM
"I'm in love/with the world/through the eyes/of a
girl..."
In the Deck: Bilal - "Sometimes",
Elton John - "Tiny Dancer", Maxwell - "Get To
Know Ya"
Happy Anniversary. It's exactly six months today
since the last time I updated the site, and in twenty days it
will be one year since its inception. That's wild.
Hopefully we can get things rolling before that date comes
around.
Amidst the chaos and tribulation
that surrounds me, writing maintains my equilibrium.
I
have the yearning to just type forever and make up for lost
time...but I always hated the phrase "talking loud but not
saying anything". On that note...
-Alexis
Thursday November 2 2000, 02:48 PM
"If you can talk you can
sing, if you can walk you can dance..."
In the Deck:
Prince - "2045 Radical Man", Musiq - "Just
Friends", India.Arie - "In My
Head"
Whoa nelly, that was quite some time. Almost
three months. Sometimes I spend too much time trying to
find time for myself that when I have it I forget to enjoy
it. I tell yeah. That'll change. There are a
few things I wanna do...hopefully I'll get them accomplished.
Check back for updates.
-Alexis
Thursday August 10 2000, 10:37 PM
"I ignored your aura but
it grabbed me by the hand, like the moon pulled the tide and
the tide pulled the sand..."
In the Deck: Amel Larrieux -
"Sweet Misery", Cree Summer & Lenny Kravitz-
"Mean Sleep"
Arrite...there's a few topics I'd like to speak
on. They're just some words/terms/ideas that intrigue
me. The next update will include the first installment
of this little series, which I like to think of as
"concentrated nonsense". Just a little something to
manifest the thoughts brewing in my head in a constructive
way. Very big thanks to anyone who takes the time to
read it, it is appreciated. Anyway, I got 7:30am class,
so I gotta retire for the evening. Night
y'all...
-Eggy
Monday August 07 2000, 01:51 AM
"Time to move
on..."
In the Deck: Jill Scott - "Love Rain"
(Mos Def Mix), Elliot Smith - "Somebody That I Used
To Know"
Ties with http://crc.w3site.com have been terminated. Why? I'm not the one
to ask, nor do I care to expend my energy answering that
question. As the title says, it's time to move
on. I'll leave it at that. Okay
player?
We here at the site (um...me), may be
introducing some new permanent columnists within the coming
week. I'm hoping to expand my very humble abode to
include the thoughts of a few other beautiful souls whose
ideas, opinions and views I hold with the utmost regard.
I gotta jet for the night, but I'll be back tomorrow,
promise. Love and peace out to everyone with
relationship problems. Just remember that through the
most pain comes the most joy. I'm praying for
y'all. Peace.
-Eggy
Oh
yeah, before I bounce for night, check out this
link for a very dope interview with artist/poet/soul
singer, Ms. Jill Scott. Her answer to the first
question, I couldn't have said it better myself...
Sunday August 06 2002,
05:51 PM
"I don't know..."
In the Deck: Mos Def -
"Umi Says", Elliot Smith - "Say
Yes"
An Excerpt
from Sandman #65
by Neil Gaiman
Have you ever been in love?
You might
say that.
Horrible isn't it?
In what way?
It
makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your
heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you
up.
You build up all these defenses. You build up this
whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one
stupid person, no different from any other stupid person,
wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you.
They don't ask for it. They do something
dumb like kiss you
or smile at you and then your life isn't your own anymore.
Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and
leaves you crying in the darkness. So a simple phrase
like "Maybe we should just be friends" turns into a
glass splinter working its way to your heart.
How
picturesque.
It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not
just in the mind. It's a soul hurt, a body-hurt, a
real-gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart-pain.
Nothing
should be able to do that. Especially not love.
I
hate love.
Monday July 24 2000, 10:06
PM
"Take a
good look at my face!"...
In The Deck: Smokey Robinson -
"Tracks of My Tears", Bilal - "Soul Sista",
D'Angelo - "Cruisin"
Dear 166, (a letter to my
old computer)
How are you? Hope you're surviving. Well, I
got a new computer and it's going pretty good so far.
It's pretty fast. But you know I miss ya though.
We were together for three good years. You were one of
my closest friends in my new country. Well, don't wanna
get too sentimental on you, but I just wanted to let you know
that you were appreciated. Thank
you...
-Eggy
Shoutout of the Week:
My
boy Ryan Chong up in Chicago. You're remembered and
missed dude.
Wednesday July 05 2000, 11:06
PM
"I give up..."
In The Deck: Slick Rick -
"Mona Lisa", The Roots w/ Common - "Love of My
Life"
 I
give up. Some people just really don't listen. How
hypocritical, my teacher doesn't even listen to my
explanation, and he tells me to be open minded?! Even if I do
end up wrong, which I don't think will happen, this
frustration will remain. Pucha.
Anyway,
schools school, and my bro needs the 'puter. Gotta
bounce. Oh yeah, almost forgot, my phone line sickness has
been cured. Yay. Till tomorrow...
-Eggy
Special love out
to:
Big Happy Birthday shout out to Yvette
Santos and Risha Alcazar!
=)
Sunday July 02 2000, 02:45 AM
"My restlessness is my
nemesis, it's hard to really chill and sit
still..."
In The Deck: the subtle sounds of
silence...
1st and foremost, Happy 23rd Birthday to my sister
Paola! Hope you have a dope day, you deserve it.
Miss you...
Gotta keep
this short because sleep is calling...the CRC freshmen party
is shaping up to be pretty hype this year...just hit me up
with an e-mail ([email protected]) if you want any of the
details. There's gonna be some pretty big DJ's and
guests...it's looking nice. School went by pretty quick
this week, I almost missed it. Me and Rolo were just
cruising around everywhere today. Saw some pretty funny
things along the way. Hopefully we can get the cam
going, and record some footage of our offbeat
encounters. Ah, everyday's an adventure. Well, my
pillow beckons. 'Till tomorrow...
-Eggy
Special love out to:
My sister
Paola. You've influenced me more than you'll ever
know. I aspire to live/love the way you do. Happy 23rd
Birthday.
Saturday June 24 2000, 07:15 PM
"The Next
Movement..."
In
The Deck: Mista - "Blackberry Molasses"
(repeat)
Schools in full swing, and my ass is tired. The
curriculum is a lot more interesting this year and I'm really
getting into it...(disregard the fact that I've fallen asleep
a few times in class). The topics we're taking are a lot
more mature this year, and seem to advocate creativity and
expression (of the mind). I'm liking it...so far at
least.
Due to phone troubles, I've only been able to
use the net at night, around midnight or after. So I was
forced to a decision, I had to sacrifice either: 1) my net
time, or
2) my
sleep.
I chose the later, and the rest is history, or falling asleep
in history. Anyway, I don't got much to say, or too much
to say that doesn't want to come out cuz some some people will
get offended by it. Oh well. Till
tomorrow...peace.
-Eggy
Special love out to:
Louise Villanueva
Monday June 12 2000, 02:32 PM
"The best things in life are
free..."
In
The Deck: Al Green - "Let's Stay Together", Eric
Benét - "True To Myself"
I spent 250 pesos for entrance to a party
yesterday, and the most fun I had was chilling after the party
playing cards at Anna's place from 3:00am till the sun came
up. Go Figure.
Saturday June 10 2000, 11:32 PM
"If you could buy
friendship, my crew would be
priceless..."
In The Deck: D'Angelo - "Lady", "Cruisin'
(Live)", Eric Benét - "Lamentation", "Dust In the
Wind"
First and foremost, Happy Birthday to my Mom!
=)
Been a little busy of late doing this and that, which is
a good thing considering that the last few days of summer
break are quickly whittling away. Just incorporated
Rolo's In the Deck to my column, I like the idea of
y'all knowing what I'm listening to while I write.
I
was in a small fashion show at school for the freshman
orientation yesterday. The other people in it were
pretty good, but the clothes I was wearing (just one outfit)
was a little too baggy for my taste and I was a bit
uncomfortable as a result. Oh well, it was an experience
and I had fun at the practices. I was given my schedule
for the upcoming school year the other day and I have Saturday
classes! That's a situation I need to rectify as soon as
possible. I have no classes on Mondays though, which
means if I don't get to change my schedule, I'll have to start
a Sunday night hang out crew. Do y'all like what Rolo's
done with the interface of the crc site? I'm
impressed. For those who don't know, hover your mouse
over the boxes, and the name of link shows up in the menu
window, click on them and the link will open within our page.
It's pretty stallion, much respect goes out to Rolo for
that. Well, I don't really have have anything else to
say, or I have too much to say and too little patience to sort
through it, so I'll let you go. Everybody please re-read
the quote at the top of the entry, and before I hit the sack,
couple shouts to the people that made me think that
lately:
Special love out to: Mia
(good to have you back), Knox (hurry back), Anna & Marlo
(my end of summer click, its been dope), Matt Ricordi, Joe
Olalo, Ms. Bay (thanks for the letter), Jojo (design and
conquer baby), everybody down with the fashion show, and last
and most especially to my Mom (miss you).
Sunday June 04 2000, 03:19
PM
"Give
me the beat boys and free my soul, I wanna get lost in your
rock & roll, and drift away..."
 I
don't know what it is. Music has this way of possessing
you. It's intoxicating really. For me personally, I have
to have music playing, all day every day. My stereo
wakes me up in the morning, my headphones walk with me through
my day, and my stereo comes back to tuck me in and put me to
sleep at night. I love music. I love it to
death. After a while, songs change and they aren't just
songs anymore. They begin to take on a higher
meaning. They get embedded in our sub-conscious, and
start to define moments and times in our lives, and soon all
our memories are associated with the lyric and beat that we
heard at that instance.
I'm reading a
book called High Fidelity by Nick Hornby. If it
sounds familiar, it's because they've made it into a movie
starring John Cusack. The novel revolves around Rob, a
young (mid thirties) rare-vinyl shop owner and the plot is
about his obsession with records, and his reaction to the
break-up with his long time girlfriend. This book is
essential for anyone who either has an inane affinity towards
music, or who is a hound that endlessly hunts down the one
album that will complete his/her collection (or is complete
him/her?). I belong to both of those
groups.
Shout out of the week:
-Belated Happy
Birthday to Eunice Garcia (hurry back!).
Wednesday May 31 2000,
11:56 PM
"Just keep all faith in me, don't act
impatiently, you'll get where you need to
be..."
In Due Time. There's so much I wanna do and
say...so much I wanna change...so much I want to be inspired
about...so few hours in a day...so few people to
listen.
Monday May 29 2000, 03:30 PM
"Schools out and there's sort
of a buzz..."
Summer classes are finally over and it's time to get
things straight. Been slacking as of late,
renting/watching a lot of videos (Fight Club, American History
X, Shakespeare In Love, The Thin Red Line, City Hall, Citizen
Kane, North By Northwest, Donnie Brasco, Raging Bull, and a
bunch of others), and playing a lot of cards and ish like
that. This week will more than likely see the rise of new
sections like the movie reviews section and the timeline.
Expect the daily journals to become more daily and and to
contain more substance. Rolo is hard at work on the
graphics and layout of the site, expect a slight overhaul on
the presentation of the site in the coming days. I'm
ghost.
Shout outs of the week:
-Happy 19th
and 17th Birthdays to Melodie Pangan (luv you) and Anne Rose
Elicaño, and a welcome back to Ms. Anna
Castro.
Monday May 22 2000, 10:59 PM
"Projects..."
Wassup? Our direction is being found
and the foundation is being laid. The site is going to
have have a plethora of content, on a vast range of
subjects. We're going to post what we feel like posting.
We'll have regular columns that will updated by both
Rolo and I, concerning things that interest us and
captivate our minds. Things such as film, books, design
and technology. Other articles will be posted by us, by
our circle, by you, and as links from other sites. Some
current projects are- online: the timeline, just fixing
up the scanner detail and it'll be done within the coming
week. offline: working on our movie. It's still in the
developmental stage in regards to the plot, and we're still
gathering equipment, but due to my fixation with movies, this
is something I'm extremely excited about. The
possibilities are endless.
Before I bounce,
shout outs to our immediate fam in CRC: Wassup and love to:
Knox, Chan Sik Park, Anna Castro, Mia Sebastian, Vienn
Tionglico, Erika Chang, Lianne Flameno (and Cholo), Nikki
Bermudez, Helen, Marlo Ongpin, Gino, Chris (my l'il big bro),
l'il Paolo, Bob (Eddie) and Kookie from Biznet, and whoever
else we kick it with...sophomore year's gonna be
hype.
And to the
the Foreign Tribe: Ramonna, Luis, Yvette, Risha, Joffy,
Michelle, Louise girl, Rhea, Lydia, Carla, Nicollete, Anton,
Vince, Debs...distance can't divide us...love
y'all. any questions, pics, e-mails to say
wassup or that you love me, send to [email protected]
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