REM Cycle

Did I ever tell you the story about how I almost lost my head? Oh right, that happened today.

You can say I'm a typical procrastinator who seeks the challenge of postponing what I can do today when I can do it tomorrow. I believe this is what pseudo-philosophers mean by living on the edge.

Well, I got my taste of that aldosterone rush today, somewhat unintentionally I should say. The good news was that I'm pretty happy with the new working script and the storyline in general, maybe needing a little tweaking here and there. So I thought, how hard would it be to write a synopsis? Again, it wasn't intention to delay writing the synopsis down to the last possible minute, it was all rather consequential. Up until yesterday, I was waiting for my Mister Formico's opinion regarding the new script, but everytime I'd call him at home, he'd come in late and not return my calls. I'm quite embarrassed at having to disturb their household at 10 or 11 in the evening just to ask if he's already arrived from work. (His shift is 12nn to 8pm you see.) I tried calling him up on his celfone but he wouldn't answer or text back. Finally, he sent me an sms to push through with the story (I'm thinking that means the just-get-it-over-and-done-with-be-atch story) and make the synopsis on whatever. So this morning, I sent my 2 dear friends copies of the new script and then my synopsis around 10:30am. I got their replies around 12nn because they were busy at work. My first synopsis got rejected, editor-style. I have to admit, it was very dry. I just laid out the details of the story rousing the least bit of emotion from the reader. I was thinking kase how I didn't want to reveal too much in the summary, to make an underpromise-over deliver sorta thing. Up until this afternoon when I submitted the requirements, I didn't know that there were around 190 entries!!! Holy shimoli! Thank god I revised it at the very LAST minute. hehehe Version 2.0, as I called it, is much more thought-provoking I surmise. And as my now-employed friend mentioned, it was very "Hollywod-ish :)"

I took the train to Quirino then rode a cab to CCP. It was pretty quick. I calculated the time x distance ratio before hand. I had my stinky folder of requirements: application form, biodata (which I had to accomplish twice because I messed up with my signature -- it was absurd), 1-page synopsis, and my last minute 2x2 photos. Thank god for 20-minute developing technology. I would've settled for those 5-minute digital photo-copiers, but I don't have any existing pictures left to recopy. Kodak takes a WHOLE HOUR to redevlop the pictures, so I went to the other side of the street to do it the "instant" way, kinda like sodium-saturated Korean noodles -- more expensive, but definitely HOT! tee hee

CCP was very dark. It's got the mildew smell going on. I got lost. The application form said 4th floor, but the media arts office was in the third floor. Finally, after much milling about in my head, I was able to submit the stuff and decided to take a tour of the building. It was nice being alone there. After the brain-busting tension I had the whole afternoon, the walk was refreshing. It also helped that it was slightly drizzling outside. *sigh*

I rode the CCP Complex jitney going home, then I went to University Mall to check out cds. I actually had around 4 pieces I was supposed buy, then I remembered I didn't have any money. It was absurd. But being the collected person that I think I am, I kindly told the lady to reserve the cds so I can go back the next day and claim them. She was ok with that and put the cds in a thin, white plastic bag. After that, I rode the train home. Fell asleep around the last 4 stations ... standing up. You'd find it cute if you were my certain someone. tee hee

Oh did I mention the movie I saw last night? It was hilarious. Bridal Shower. Watch it. You'll pee in your pants laughing. pee hee

My soon-to-be-lawyer friend posted in the group today how there's this medical condition called Hypergrafia or something like that. Compulsively writing like someone in a trance. They claimed Dostoyevsky had it. I believe. Whoever can write that much and not feel bereft of vocabulary or a plot point must be more than just a literary genius. He must be a literary god. Korni ...

I don't think I'm Hypergraffic though. Maybe Victor Hugo or Cervantes or Merriam-Webster. I'm ... I'm ... porno-graffic.


If REM lost their religion, I've lost REM cycles.