31 March 2006
five hundred twenty five throusand six hundred minutesafter work, i headed to ayala center to watch "rent" with ler, ag and glen. we were supposed to catch the 8pm screening at g4 but apparently, we all ran late so we had to settle for the 9pm screening at greenbelt. we were very early for that yet, we got in the theatre after the first song "seasons of love." yes, my punctuality-deficiency syndrome is contagious.
partly because of rent, where a character died and another, true to catholic tradition, died and came back (but this time, only after three minutes instead of three days), we started to wonder which one of us will be the first to go. well, since this question is obviously unanswerable, we settled on making a deal. the first one to go shall receive a reward. in his/her wake, those remaining MUST break into song--a full production number of the favorite songs of the deceased. snaps, coreography and hums and all. me, i am requiring them to wear coordinated outfits. this should be very exciting.
since ler has already posted his choice of songs in his blog, here is mine:
it is totally necessary to dim the lights. bring out the spotlight and start with the least shocking of all: "farewell to you my friend" by raymond lauchengco. after that, proceed to "california" complete with the instrumental intro. "tanananan, tananan tanan-nan-nanan..." yes. california here we come, right back where we started from.
of course, the chorus of "mr. brightside" should not be left out to be followed by a short sample of "this fire" by franz ferdinand. i don't really want to make this too difficult for them so my second to the last song should be something taken from "evita," preferably "high flying adored." then back to "farewell to you my friend," for that perfect finish. they should all be in a very provocative tableau in front of my casket by the time the number ends.
and the race is on...
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two weeks into the job and here i am sweating it out:
no, my dear friends, that picture was not orchestrated; i was really doing what it looks like. not that i'm complaining, but after revising the same thing for a million times, my head just conked out on me, very much just like what lorena beverly gil-bobbitt did to mundi. (lorena is mundi's car.) after taking this picture, my officemate tanya tapped me on the shoulder and told me in a very "conpiratorial" way that the vice president had just made rounds.
great.
on another note, i should accessorize my work station soon. it looks plain and very un-carl-y.
and now, this is me and tanya. our department is called the "strong center," so this is our interpretation of being strong, at the strong center.
feel the supreme strength of style. yeah babe.
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another office matter. i finally have an officemate crush. he's so adorable, gentle and we haven't had susbstantial conversation. it's his last day today.
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