So whatever happened during the remainder of my stay in Barcelona will never be published in this site. Because I lost my journal.
Right now I’m shooting a music video, which is due tomorrow. Fun no!
In other happier news, I pitched my sci-fi B-movie Shakespeare short in PD class this morning. The fact that they tried to understand the concept was good enough for me. But they all actually liked it. Yowza!
Vote for the world, kids! Haha
Day 3. Barcelona.
It’s like past seven in the morning here. On a train now—from where I’m staying, the Congress venue Fira de Barcelona is about an hour away. Then I walk for about 20 minutes. At last I’m getting some exercise.
Today, I’d like to think, is gonna be less busier than the last two days. I’m gonna screen some videos, show up in some lectures, shoot some studies, then I’m free. Might spend the rest of the day with the guys in the Center. Fun fun people.
Tomorrow I shoot the real thing!
Day 2. Barcelona.
Did I say eight-hour days? ‘Cause I meant twelve.
Everything’s pretty overwhelming, to be honest. I never thought the Congress is gonna be this big. There were 40,000 delegates who showed up today—that’s a rough estimate by the organizers.
The streets are wonderful at night, and I’m seeing the Barcelona that I didn’t get the chance to see when we went here last summer. From my room, there’s a view of the beach. Sayang lang nga dahil 5 degrees dito.
The company’s real fine, food’s awesome, and the Centers here—!!—there’s just so much to learn from them.
Been listening to a lot of local contemp music, recommended by some of the guys in the Center where I’m staying. A while back, I ate dinner with one of Samsung’s big bosses (a Korean) and I made him listen to some of the tunes. I think he liked it ‘cause he kept on buying me drinks after. Then, I made him listen to the first two songs of Itchyworms’ album. Before we separated that night (me to the Metro and him to the limo), he told his assistant to give me a new camera tomorrow. Nge. Thanks, Worms!
Day 1. Amsterdam.
Pleasant flight. Dozed off for like five hours then woke up for goood food. Right before dinner, I watched Jamie Oliver do all sorts of things to red, orange, purplish tomatoes. Then the flight attendant served us tomato soup. Okay, it was pretty standard, really, but then sabi nga sa Mean Girls, it’s all about conditioning kaya the whole time I was just thinking, saraaaap.
KLM’s individual screens are o-some. Watched the pilot episodes of like eight new shows. “Big Day” was a big surprise, and yes I play with words just like that.
2/3 of the time, of course, I was surfing through everything offered under the Sports menu. Was so engrossed with the latest Rugby World Champs docu that BBC Sport commissioned. Ultra-dramatic, quite sensationalist, incredibly biased. I almost cried. Good times.
I really needed this “break.” Well, of course this is just Day 1 and I just feel it, the coming days are gonna be hell busy. Well, the schedule that they sent me clearly tells me I’m in for eight-hour days. High school, is that you?
Before I left, I was told to just finish all the work shiz and try to find time to unwind.
I need this, I need this, I need this.
The plane’s about to land in about a minute and the flight attendant (a big, burly Dutch guy) just told me I gotta turn the lappy off.
Huwag mamaliitin ang kakayahang tsumamba.
In other less vague news, the whole fam in Le Estates send photos every week to update me.
Opened my Inbox minutes ago and got this.
You gotta love it.
