It’s official, guys. If I ever break into the movie biz, I’m totally using Ram Santiago as my screen name. XD
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P.S. I used to be a radio slave and sometimes I also contribute to a film blog. I'm part of a pioneering online enterprise.
P.S. I used to be a radio slave and sometimes I also contribute to a film blog. I'm part of a pioneering online enterprise.
January 30, 2012
December 7, 2011
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Had a long-ass day dubbing. These were my feet as I was waiting for my turn in the studio during one of the two sessions I had today. It was a fulfilling day for me because I got really great feedback from our director and one of the veteran dubbers I was in the session with. I haven’t been doing it that long so it felt great to be acknowledged. It made me want to do even better next time.
I would’ve taken photos of the monitor, but I don’t think we’re allowed to disclose what project we’re working on right now. So in lieu of that, here’s my lousy version of the song that’s currently on loop in my brain. I’ve been trying to sing while playing it on guitar for over an hour. The people here must be so sick of hearing it already. That breakdown part is tough to do alone. I was harmonizing in my own head…with myself. That was confusing.
Also, a friend of my housemates who drinks here often at our place decided to give me new guitar strings so that he can play whenever we’re all getting hammered. Hooray for early, unexpected pseudo-Christmas gifts!
Now if only I could get my guitar playing to improve. And sing better. Ah, well. Click play for some funny fumbling.
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November 22, 2011
Why I love ovens.
This is my default dish because it’s so easy to make: honey-glazed, baked chicken leg quarters with potatoes and garlic. Cuisine for the busy/lazy. You can just pop this stuff in the oven and go about your business. I managed to get a little work done while periodically checking to see if I hadn’t unintentionally started a fire.This is also a pretty healthy dish since the chicken is cooked in its natural juices. Later, I’m gonna pop open those potatoes and grate some cheese over them. That’s decidedly less healthy.
See? I cook! That makes me a catch! Somebody propose to me already. LOLJK
November 21, 2011
I pampered myself earlier since I got cast in 2 new dubbing projects. Yeah, in case some of you weren’t aware, I dub non-English soap operas AKA telenovelas for screening in English-speaking markets. I don’t even know where some of them end up being aired. I just do my thing and collect my cheques and I’m a happy camper.
It was only my second time at this nail salon and I thought I’d try something different aside from the regular foot spa and mani-pedi that I got before. They smeared some kind of minty mud on my legs and wrapped them in saran wrap, and then put hot towels over them. It felt weird. But in a good way.
Since I still had some time to spare afterwards, I tried something I’ve never tried before, and got a Brazilian wax. Now that felt weird. And not in the best way. I’d like to think I have a pretty high pain threshold, but holy shit, that hurt. I was sweating profusely through those robes they make you wear, and my heart was pounding really fast. Note to self: take some kind of pain reliever beforehand next time. Or some kind of topical anesthetic. Totally worth it though.
Obviously, I’m not going to show you any evidence of that.
Unless of course you want to. Just leave your number then. Oh, but please be fairly attractive. And have a penis.
“I Never Knew” by Sarah Blasko
Oh hey head, here’s a nail.
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November 20, 2011
| Head: | Just throw those out. |
| Heart: | I can't. |
| Head: | You don't need them anymore. |
| Heart: | I'll throw them out when I'm really ready to. |
| Head: | Just do it. There's no point in keeping them anymore. |
| Heart: | Fuck you. |
Found relics and wishful thinking.
I now realize why I put off sorting through the pile of junk beside my bed all these months.
*sigh*
November 19, 2011
One day, these words will not matter. It will be of no bearing that I commit them to this space carefully in the darkness of this room. A different breath will escape from a stranger’s sleeping mouth as dawn creeps in through these dusty windows. Perhaps they will be clean then on that one day.
I could be elsewhere when that time comes, with faded memories fewer than my fingers.
Or none to count at all.
Who knows really?
I could be running towards some bright figure, real or imaginary, in a land where I can claim a new name. By then, time may have buried the image of your face so far down a hidden crack where light never finds it. The same light that fills my eyes when I think of you now. That knowing glimmer of regret.
Captive words quickly trampled by the daily rush of pushing past the past.
That day is not today.
November 15, 2011
These Blue Walls
Days like these, the paralysis sets in,
as the wet streets whisper, “stay away”.
My mind travels through a labyrinth of darkness,
illuminated only by soft, gleaming fragments of nights spent by your side.
Days like these, I breathe slowly,
as we did in each chilly hour huddled under the sheets—
secrets littered like confetti on pillows that still hold your scent,
lying on a bed that seems to recall your laughter.
Days like these, I fight my fingers,
as they force their way to finding your name,
struggling to keep my doors closed to you,
but these skeleton keys make it far from easy.
Days like these, I learn how to swim,
fighting through the cold flood of things left unsaid,
before floating on the current of warm memories,
shared by these blue walls surrounding me.
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