Andrew Schimmer Wasted My Time

Once in Malate I saw the now budding Indie actor, Andrew Schimmer. He was still a bony back ground dancer with cameo roles in different television series. Now he is beefy, raunchy and a mestizo "er" boy. The ones you would bet who grew up in poverty with a mother, no offense to him, who was abandoned by a caucasian/american lover. And he is definitely my new crush, which I recently realized when I looked at the cover sleeves of his R rated flicks.

I looked at the pictures and sexy still shots of the back cover. Its crappyness screams frontal nudity, thinking Andrew Schimmer is a newbie and would practically do anything for the faintest share of lime light so frontal nudity is expected, right? If Coco Martin was on for it, why would Andrew Schimmer think twice? I paid P530 for two of his recent films, Blindside and Project X.

I first played Blindside. The whole thing is stupid. If I would cast Cebuana girls then might as well have a story line and characterization undetached from their real life. Obviously the script they got themselves into were too big for them. First girl is a Cebuana with very regional tongue portraying the role of a rich balikbayan girl from the states who works as a call center agent for over six mos. She lives with her sister Stef (according to her sister, it is Step) with visual impairment that made her lazy to done clothes on. They both were naturally P and F challenged which makes their role as wealthy girls idle to corroborate. Girl who can see's boyfriend Andrew Schimmer saw that Stef is prettier. She was his fantasy until later on he gave in to his desire and attempted to rape poor blind girl. Big sister came came to her defense and stab Schimmer with a knife to meet his death.

Instict should have told them to call the police instead to end the nightmare, but girl can see was wise enough to not know self defense is not a crime. So she went through all the trouble to decapitate Schimmer into pieces to fit in a common plastic waste bag. Schimmer's intuitive friend alerted the police about the missing Schimmer. Just before she could drive away with his corpse in the trunk, cops busted her and blind girl took the blame and spent life behind bars. There was no fucking frontal nudity from Schimmer but the two girls. The entire movie was of course all about exposing flesh in which by that case was short of frontal nudity from Schimmer and the pumping scene performance were dry.

Project X is by far directed well. Lighting are carefully used. Schimmer's acting is whole lot better and so is his body. The cinematography is acceptable in league of indie films. But again, no frontal nudity! Schimmer this time played the role of a cross dressing straight man who entertains as an impersonator (who imitates someone unbeknowst to us) in a gay bar run by his late fathers boyfriend. The gay bar was closed in bankruptcy and the worst the club owner who Schimmer treats as his second father had cardiac arrest and was bed ridden. Schimmer had to find other ways to make money. In the end, still no frontal nudity.

So it means Andrew Schimmer is conservative to say the least. And Coco Martin did them one better by being more daring having the guts to expose his ding-dongs for the rest of the world to see. Shame on Schimmer for not showing his cock. Shame on him for not showing his cock in a movie with a very unprofound plot and directing when his dick could have been the creme of the crop. It is only in movies with compelling plots and enormous effort of directing does an actor covers his privates. At least the script is good in the absensce of frontal nudity.

Sunday Nonthingness

Sunday. I remain listless since this morning and it is now thirty minutes before 2pm. Loneliness begins to be the cloak I wear and the sun ain't gonna shine anymore.

Typing and listening to George Noory's Coast to Coast AM. Goerge discussing Alien Hypothesis with some guy who is placid about the topic. George speculates that extra terrestrials may be from a different dimension, another star system or bogglingly from within the planet. And they have been here longer than mankind. His subjects are always this interesting to me. Thanks to youtube, I get to enjoy every bit of his session. Which reminds me of this book I would love to buy entitled Messages. Like a confessions of an abductee. I am a little hesistant, can not make up my mind if I would spend on it or save the money for grocery of gym apparel as I am about to hit the gym sometime in January or when I am on my target weight 140 lbs.

Tony, George's guest, just mention X files...Maybe I should just finish season 8. Im almost at the tail end of it.

Avatar. I remember wanting to make a review about it. I guess I should start.

Loser in the Midst!

Loser- a word I dare not allow myself to identify with. But inevitably, here I am a loser as things at work were not good. It is embarrassing because I have given a strong introduction of myself and now my quizzes revokes the impression.

I have been acquainted to this feeling long before in my previous call center jobs. I would ace speaking English-accent, intonation, grammar and all that, but my quizzes on product knowledge reveals I do not understand much. I ask myself, have I not dedicated myself enough or was I just plain stupid hastening to end the written assessment. I passed, but I did not get a perfect score. The people who got a perfect score were the ones I doubted who'll ever make it. Rude awakening for me.

My saving grace: My trainer mentioned to me that his valedictorians were not the ones who excel on the floor. I lit up suddenly, a sign of hope. I know I speak better than anyone else in class, express myself better and sell a lot better, comprehend better. I will graduate Cum Laude! they can mother fucking expect that blowing up in out their regional tongue and faces. And I promise myself not to commit the same mistakes again in my quizzes.

I should have read the questions clearly. I had mistaken 5 digit for a 50 so I converted the money from 50 dollars to 50 south korean won instead of 5 to 5 and one question was asking for a the hotel name and address and I had only provided a name for an answer. Bummer. But we will see in the assessment. I will surface as the best yet and still. By the way, I was not so smart playing the games earlier. I felt and look the fool so I was trying my best to look so out of it. I was not too convincing I guess. My only consolation was two of my classmates believes I am an asset to the company. I thought so too after all.

Paranormal Activity Review

Imagination paints better pictures than any director can accomplish in film. Not even masterpieces can challenge the human mind when it thinks of the best or the worst. So some film directors tap our imagination to do half of their work. Leaving to our creative minds what they refuse to put on film. Such as movies like Paranormal Activity. With little budget, a creative mind, camera and handful of amateur actors can pull off a scary movie. Scared of an unseen malevolent entity that pesters the entire house hold leaving no one alive but a camera to reveal what took place.

This approach is reminiscent of the 90s independent flick The Blair Witch Project that made block buster. Only Paranormal activity looks definitely a cheap rip off that did not rake in money. But both films allowed us to create and construct the perfect devil that can scare us out of our wits. Only us knows how to scare ourselves.

If you have not seen the Blair Witch then there is a chance that Paranormal Activity could be spine tingling. But seeing Blair Witch would make the film daunting and incompetent. The spell worn off almost a decade ago. Even the director of Blair Witch himself too was not able to recapture the success of Blair Witch in his later titles, stirring curiosity only by branding them with "From the director of the Blair Witch project" in his later titles.

Viewers this time are smart enough to know the fine line between genuine and making money. The only thing I enjoyed about this film was watching it with my boyfriend who is defnitely buying that things he sees. And I find him so adorable, innocent and sooo cute I would not mind if the film sucks.

Sunday Recall

No matter how much in love I am with our sunny house in the afternoon, Sunday makes me feel old, dreary and fat so I never liked Sunday. To me it signals the last day of resting and tomorrow would be another long exhausting week before it is Saturday. Many treat is as a family day, gym day, shopping or grocery day, while I am bored to oblivion out of my listless hours. Maybe not so listless because somehow, I make most of the day recounting special moments that happened during weekdays. So here is the recap:

* Monday- First day in People Support. Anxious on how I would take the evening schedule and the Sales account as well. People were incredibly jologs. No one equal or at par with me. Of course I am boasting. Back in Convergys people were way too intimidating. They were better than me in many ways I dare not elaborate. Shocked of the quality of people People Support hires suffice to say.

*Tuesday- First time, after many months of living in daylight, to take on an evening schedule to once more meet a trainer. This time, impressed of how good she speaks English and discuss and teach sales. Nothing she said about sales are alien to me. Only that she definitely knows how to explain things better.

*Wednesday-Totally moved on from my previous call center experience and loving People Support. Finally trying to make friends, still ignoring few people.

*Thursday-Memories the locations of the 50 states of USA. Hanged out with old folks with bad bad breath even more dissapointed with my classmates.

* Friday-Moment of truth. Perfected the exam and the mock call. Proud of myself and appalled of how ignoramous my classmates were. Not to all but to most. Understandably their first time but some just failed to show comprehension and skills. I was not even like that during my very first in Convergys. Six of my classmates would be endorsed to HR for reassigning, worse, termination.

*Saturday-A remarkble night. I am enaged to the only man I ever turly loved besides my father and older brother. The moment I felt human and complete. Our engagement took place in a park inside the Edsa Central Mall. Most romantic time was lying on the grass, looking at the night sky with only branches and leaves peering our view, sharing one pair of headset listening to Jay R's remake of What you wont do for love-our current theme song. And looking into each others eyes.

*Sunday-The only time I feel heavy and darn fat and of course, and the only time I could definitely write this journal.

Note: I am not a boastful person but a person of genuine honesty who says what he wants with no hold bars because what have I got to lose in anyways? My picture aint posted somewhere. The truth only hurts and we all know that. I would be appalled if somehow finds my words harsh and derogatory.

The Two Catholic Devils

Monday at 7am would spark the new chapter in my call center life. The thought going through the process of training again is tiring but nevertheless happy to go through it again because this time, I really see myself going through the routine over and over again unlike in Convergys and Eperformax, I was not really seeing myself going through it for the next four years. People Support is more possible I should say. Easy and really manageable. Fear still streak me when I am reminded that I lied to get in there. But really, I have told Recruitment about it a day after and the person was fine about it.

Anyways, me and the love of my life is hating his cheat friends. I wish I could do something about it but I myself loathes the two beast. They really got us thinking they are genuine friends but they really turned out to be the biggest life of all lies. And the hate and loathing stems from the root of all evil-money! They cheated my love and his x turned bestfriend on money. As told to me, The two beast showed up with expensive brand new things and handed them a post dated check, take note, that bounced, penned and signed with a whopping two thousand pesos for my love! a zero in the end was missing! And the spawns of the devil gave this to them with love. O gosh, I could swear if I were in their shoes I would have thrown a fit of rage that would plunge them back in the burning pitts of hell.

Of course, my love was despondent. I was sad for him and for the money that could have been. But life is not fair right? People would someday get what they deserve and my love deserves more than this from his very own friends. I just wonder how the devils feel about the whole thing. I am thinking perhaps they are a little guilty about it that is why the text my love messages perhaps to asure that everything is peachy fine if they receive a message from my love back. I don't think so. Wait until I meet them again. I just know how to break these two devils but I will most definitely break this most evil of them, the female evil incarnate I wont even dare conjure her vile name. Her name is cheap sounding and of course sounds really broke like her own ass masquerading as millions of worth. Well she can suck his gay brothers homosexual cock. Another pretensious vermin. And of course the typical horse fly, who has the same name as my boyfriend, who continous to put up a charade that he is heterosexual but his peanut head and femenine manners betray him. He can join the fucking siblings in their incestiuous fuck.

Anyways, to my boyfriend, we do not need them. Them who fools humanity with the words of God. That bitch really did use the name of God in her wickedness. A sign of true devil's advocate and her mother too plays well with the name of God. They can burn and rot in hell.

To some, I say sound very unchristian or perhaps a typical chrisitian but I must tell you. I am agnostic and I worship a God that could be similar to that of Christians, but I have my own God which you could definitely not touch and while my boyfriend is Catholic. Spare yourself from bashing the two devils. God would not appreciate that from you so let me handle this.

I love you.

Love or Pride?

Today me and my boyfriend are in a huge fight about money and money is the root of all evil and now we feel so evil. I feel so evil for opening up this fight only because I feel that I am overspending much for him the past few months. All I really want to say is its better for us to share on expenses. Like if I will treat him food then he should treat all fare expenses to balance it so that none of us would feel abused in any way.

I opened this up to him and of course he took it personally once more. He always say it is because there is an arrogant tone in my words that be-spectacles him. I say, he only feels that way because the truth hurts. Not that he is a spectacle, but what is happening is the truth.

Sometimes the truth really hurts, but beauty is truth and I hope he finds it in him to understand it. Dig deeper through his layers of emotions. He would understand how I feel in the end and perhaps, things would be all right between us. I do hurt as well he knows that but all girls know that the heart of a woman is always deeper than a man and when we speak hurtful things, its only because like mother in our nature, we only want what is best.

I Need to Decide where to Work

God knows I need his attention in this urgency. My life is at stake. I cannot seem to decide what is best for me and God, why do I have to go throught his? I am never going to quit work in a whim ever again unless I am to flee the country in search for a better paying job andI just do not have the patience to wait. Good things comes to those who wait, well I am waiting for a long damn time for it. In my mind, Dubai and Singapore keeps on flashing as though hot jackpots. I wish I could fast forward time, skip time so that it is Tuesday in a flash and I could apply in whatever call center there is in Ortigas. Right now, my dilemma is to work in an Australian account. There is only a two hour difference from our time with Au. That means I would be working on a day shift so that totally means no stress. My only worries are that since we plan to work abroad perhaps they would be looking for applicants who speak english, but American standard english and not Au. Could there a lot of difference? That I should ask about because although Au english is still english they really have complex idiomatic expression but for whatever as I have been reminding myself over and over, just work work and work and eventually things would fall in the right place. I hope so. REally or I just would never know what to do next. So help me God.

Pulpy Orange Aint Pulpy at all.

Work seems to be too distant nowadays, not to mention a long winding road to trek before getting employed. I am almost at the end of my wits earlier when I jump started the day with a red shirt and combed the metropolis only to find out every HR department is to no avail. They are all out on a holiday, what specific holiday I do not know. But my day was not at all a fed to the dogs as I have scouted unpopular, mid-sized call center industries that pays an acceptable salary even for "newbies" like me. We are talking about 16, 500 pesos at a minimum. And their offices are small, eerie and I guess employees are almost handful. Imagine that. It means less competition and more chances for promotion. My oh my. So that's when I went down and dropped by at 711 for a puply orange. Its refreshing only Judy Ann was right that the other brand which she was obviously referring to Pulpy orange as "Puro sapal". Although, in fairness, Puply orange has the right kind of sweetness and true to the orange juice taste.

Spaghetti Guilt

I woke up this morning really early to find my broke ass a permanent job. I had a shower and wore a black shirt, blue pants, fancy sneakers and put on a casual suit. Initially, I thought of yet another call center job to turn to, so I went straight to Teledevelopment armed with one CV. Once there, I passed my resume and filled out forms for them with my personal information that turned out to be a big waste of time because as I made a little chit chat with other applicants and found out that they are not a call center but more like an agency for call centers. Geez, I do not need a middle man to get myself in. That was a waste of resume, clearly.

Another highlight was the loser applicant who presumed everyone is like him- a person who can not seem to pass call center initial interviews. I asked the bunch if it were their first time to join the call center industry and they said yes. I told them I came from Convergys and this loser asked heartily, "So you failed the initial interview?" "No" I dead-panned followed by, " I stayed there for two months. Much for my fortune I caught german meseales during product specific training and that got me terminated. That's when I asked the receptionist with unflattering contact lenses if Teledevelopement is a call center. Flatly she said, No. and thats when I excused myself to the "comfort room". Of course I lied and never came back.

I had the epiphany to pursue my applicantion in NCO since I was getting calls in a row from someone in their HR department to continue. I did not show up on the dates we have set, but this day, I made it there once more. But there was a problem. The lady guard would not accept my students id of last year. I did not flare up (good on her). She even had the nerve to tell me, "Hindi naman kayo matatanggal sa trabaho, ako eh." I gulped. Thanking god that I had vowed to never again engage myself in pitty anonymous fights or else, I would have to saw to her termination. I called HR guy and asked for his help. Without hesitations he went down and lend me an id.

Inside the applicants area, I had to see a familiar sorrowful face of someone with unflattering contact lenses Oh Jesus, people in the HR department has never heard of the word smile. do they take much pride in wearing those contact lenses that there is a muted urgency to feel snobbish. In every company, they are one special department that almost always seem to carry heavens weight. Again, contact lenses to blame? My mind exclaims, get lost if you cant find happiness in your job, or better yet, remoive those contact lenses. You need applicants just as we need your company's money. With the coldest tone she asked me if I have a resume with me. After I saying no, she handed me yet another paper to fill out which I dutifully did. I found myself again in the agonizing waiting area. Thats the time where I walked out after all the trouble and money wasted on transportation. I am not expecting any call from them at any day. If they ever do call, I would have to tell them I have no plans to rot in their waiting area along with their HR personnel who can't find enthusiasm elsewhere if not in their ass.

Anyways, this is a start in my blogging experience here in blogspot and what a way to start, right? I hope this blogging would turn out to be another waste of time. My only hope is that this would help my writing skills flourish. I will definitely write something happy next time.