Fourth Day
Just got in, what a day. My friend Mackie Galvez (the guy behind the only photoshoot I’ve promoted like nuts to date) just turned 500. We had some bit of a lengthy catching up over wine after work — yes, work — but I’ll get to that later — and just hung out like we rarely would. Of course it was very last minute because I was on my way home when I realised that it was his birthday salubong/ and promised to show up.
Last I was with him was New Years Eve where we just drove from Manila to was that Pampanga, I don’t know really, but it was almost Baguio and I consumed a bag of Lay’s Barbecue Chips alone and some cream soda at a pitstop with a bus full of transients, some of them hugging pillows as they hopped off to the loo.
Mackie’s awesome, he’s like the Bamboo of DOP’s, really — you should get to know him.
So today was my third day of work, learning the ropes of sound engineering. I’m quite surprised that I actually like what I’m doing, besides the fact that I’m doing music still, and that it’ll help me reach at least one tier in my musicmanship, which is to be at the very least innovative and patient with the engineer when working on an album.
Ah this weekend will be fun. Another friend will be celebrating her birthday on Saturday, born the same day as Mackie, and will be at an orphanage for a short program. It’s a little too early for the night owl, but what can I say, it’s time for some change and lest we forget we’ve less than one year ’til 2012 that we must make the most out of it. Ya, and I chose to get a 9-5 job, right. Maybe my Nirvana truly is the corporate ladder.
But that’s friggin VETSIN compared to really dreading the work you do. Of course this entry will not end without an unsolicited advice for those who have the luxury of time to read and believe in the crap I launch here and there, which is to do what you love (or something that feels like it).
Anyhow I’m getting quite agitated with my cat right now. He’s either been in heat the last 3 years, or just really thinks I’m a cat and wants to make tiny cats. He has one ball by the way, so he can’t operate in that fashion though I just wish he’d stop because it’s not at all cute. Of course this is a charge against me since I raised him and he’s turned into such a pervert now without much effort. I’m also typing with one hand and petting him with the other. He’s pretty needy for a Sagittarius cat.
So I’ll hit the sack and probably blog tomorrow. I also just want to make use of my domain now that I think about it when I had paid for something totally useless. Will check it out tomorrow.
