mik-crophone

What if I transform or recreate a classic modern theater play such as Samuel Beckett’s “Endgame” into A Japanese contemporary film? The existence of life and death aS a cycle. The script is not giving me enough visual descriptions, hardly as detailed as a film script would be and could be tackle if I consider 1. Psychoanalysis of Beckett 2. Socioeconomic 3. Sociohistorical ??? I need to sleep.

It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly
  to nothing at all, nothing. It hurts so much. When I feel someone
  is going to leave me, I have a tendency to break up first before I
  get to hear the whole thing. Here it is. One more, one less.
  Another wasted love story. I really love this one. When I think
  that its over, that Ill never see him again like this... well yes,
  Ill bump into him, well meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend,
  act as if we had never been together, then well slowly think of
  each other less and less until we forget each other completely.
  Almost. Always the same for me. Break up, break down. Drunk up,
  fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around. Forget the
  one and only. Then after a few months of total emptiness start
  again to look for true love, desperately look everywhere and after
  two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one,
  until that one is gone as well. Theres a moment in life where you
  cant recover any more from another break-up. And even if this
  person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can’t
  live without him. And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing
  right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone
  elses kisses.

I woke up at six this morning to do a mural design proposal ( took a half an hour nap in between) for a nine o’clock meeting. Then drove to Pasadena to pick up the keys to my new apartment and then I went back to Noho to finish my last minute packing, then back to Pasadena to drop off my stuff. We ate chicken wangs and had beer just in time for happy hours. It took me another extra hour to get home because of traffic and I couldn’t figure out how to get  back to Noho from 110 south. Im drinking ice tea vodka with lemonade in hopes to make the cleaning situation smoother. Now I have to finish up in an hour or at least before Whitney gets back in town. I’m tired and exhausted. Therefore I’m going to Dillons to make the most of this break. Bring it.

For 2010 I demand my brownies to be super thick and extra moist. Fuck answering text messages from someone trying to court you. I also demand IChats from friends whom I haven’t seen or spoken to in years. I will dance MORE often anytime, anywhere, anyhow. Definitely continue to support Gay Marriage and establish a club against Idiotic Marriage. Practice pissing off crude people and have a blast while I’m at it. I will never play favorites ever again when it comes to instructors & colleagues. Business will never be personal and continue to believe that feelings are crap within that realm. Quit pussyfooting around and stop settling for underpaid or volunteer jobs. Demand a raise especially when I deserve it. Being a student does not make me handicapped for I am completely capable to tackle projects with flair, verve & moxie. I will finally tell a moronic mentor of mine to take his personal feelings outside the work field. I will also tell my Boss the truth about her overrated & outdated handbag designs. I will stop complaining about my design job and just gladly do my job and take their money. I will knock on doors as many times as I can until they gain senses and finally open the doors. I’m going to stop giving friends relationship advice unless they ask for it. I will work twice as hard so I can stop talking about going back to San Francisco. During my spare SPARE time, I will stop fucking around on Farmville and play with Adobe Illustrator instead. I will learn how to play the guitar this year. Write a short comedy. Write a short love story. I will learn something else that doesn’t have anything to do with design, for example, cooking Adobo & Sinigang. Avoid mumbling when I’m pissed and project it out loud and clear. My voice will be heard. I will stop hating on pretentious art galleries. Perform spoken words and start writing poems again. Constantly improve my portfolio. Look up more often. Catch a bird. Head to a nude beach. Fishing. Walk more and start running. Stop rambling and go to bed early. Demand for a kiss goodnight.