I just started on the translation, wrote the english script into mword and im still halfway into it. No synching yet. Damn this is hard. I wish I had a English-Filipino dictionary with me with a matching filipino thesaurus. Dang I wonder if I should go out and buy one. Or maybe there is one available online? I need something that is more…how you say..robust. Haha. Hmm then I got the idea, I had some dvds that have tagalog subtitiles in them, maybe it could help me out…and after a fewhours of watching, it did. My friend raypacks helped me out and gave me some ideas regarding some of the more difficult lines, like “ The connection that we have cannot be severed even if we tried.” Well after hours and hours of careful translation, I began the synchronization process. Which wasn’t that hard at all. This is really fun for me. I dunno but I think having a picture of vanilla on my desktop staring at me with her oh so gorgeous seductive smile gave me the energy to last til 4am in the morning. Dang, I really am a perfectionist.
I just came from a very enjoyable workshop with sir Neil Tolentino, he is a very funny, very gay man. Ha-ha. He really was a funny guy. We discussed the topic of translation of scripts. Yeah, translation. He gave us another alternative other than dubbing which is translation of English scripts into tagalog. Seems that the money is more stable than dubbing, which is project -based. I learned so much. a little too much..i think. LOL. And so the assignment for the week: Translate the first five minutes of Saiyuki into tagalog. WITH syncing. Sounds easy? Well I’m having fun with it. I feel as if I can do this for a living.
6pm
After the workshop. Ministop.
We had a bonding session at ministop after the workshop. Which was nice for a change. I got to talk, and had a very interesting conversation with a colleague of mine from the workshop and we both had fun. Turns out she’s into plays, which I am too. Well enough of that. Another great day ended. Mission complete.
(side note: ok the pic isn’t the ministop in dian street, its in japan so there! :p)
Ah, a date that ended in disaster. Desperate to join the couple’s world once again, I goaded an old friend of mine from work to join me for breakfast at my pad in Makati. Since she worked nights, it’s the perfect scenario (for me, though). I cooked her my special pesto cream pasta and we talked and laughed for about two hours. I was about to do “the moves” on her, when she said she was sleepy and wanted to go home. The conversation went like this:
Girl: Antok na ako wala pa kasi akong tulog, zap…uwi na ako.
Me: Oh sige, When can I see you again?
Girl: …
Me: How about on saturday?
Girl: May meeting kasi kami.
Me: Sunday?
Girl: Rest time ko kasi.
Me: How about we go to church together?
Girl: …
Me: Ok. how about next week then?
Girl: Busy kasi ako…
Me: …
Girl: …
Just what did i do wrong, i wonder? She was very nice and comfortable with me the whole time. But at some point it got weird, though. Ill just see her when I see her. Which is NEVER.
I met this amazing woman these past few weeks. And we click. She is gorgeous and has a great personality. It’s like I fell In love with her the first time I talked to her over the phone. But like everything in my life, there is always complications. For one thing I think she is testing me (like all women). I haven’t seen her yet personally, but I feel as ifI know her from head to toe.
We would talk for hours on end on the phone being very open about our feelings. I had this kind of relationship before. But here I am again, hoping…
When I woke up this morning…or this afternoon, as people call it, I thought of her again. I cant get her out of my mind. Im so pathetic, I even scoured mirc looking for people to talk to giving my landline number to complete strangers. I wanted to tell her what I did for the evening, as I came from my first dubbing session from ABS-CBN it was part of this workshop im taking now as a voice actor or dubber, or “voice characterization person”. I wanted to tell her how I felt, how the room felt, how the studio was built, because MAN, the equipment was really top notch I almost drooled all over the place. We got to meet the man, or the director of this anime we were dubbing, which was one of blackjack’s OAVs. He was scary at first but my teachers said that he was a fun guy to be with. This is what I want. I wanted to be a dubber for so long now and experience the industry I can just taste it. Me and my classmates from the workshop, 6 in all, 3 people didn’t show up. (Too bad for them).
I may be the loneliest guy in the planet, I don’t know but I just want to experience her again. We lived together for more than a year in this apartment that I’m staying at. If I could just turn back time and experience it all over again.. I would, some would say “ move on, you pathetic bastard” or “why don’t you find someone else” I Just couldn’t do that for now, It sucks, really. When you live alone it really gets to you, the loneliness sometimes is unbearable, I don’t have a regular job right now and when I sleep, that’s when my mind attacks. I just want to forget everything just like the movie Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, where this doctor erases Jim Carrey’s memory of his loved one so that he would not feel any pain, he would not feel anything he would not feel sad and pathetic of the past failed relationships he had. You know its hard going through that, through all the pain the suffering, I just hate her. Hate her for doing this to me , hate her for doing this to us. Even if I know that it’s my fault that she loved me so dearly and proved it time after time, she’s like a ghost in this apartment, full of memories, that’s why I don’t want to move out. I don’t want to move on, even if I meet someone else, (which I have, she left me too) I wouldn’t feel the same way I felt about her.
She laughs with all her heart. She also cried with all her heart.
There was this one time that she wanted me to write a testimonial for her in friendster, I said, yeah ok, but after a few days I didn’t do it, its not that I didn’t know what to write about her its just that there where too many things to write about her I just count decide.
So many things I love about her, the way she does everything is so her style. It hard to describe how she is in words.
But enough about her, it’s always about her anyway, this chapter in my life is not yet complete. Enough for now, I have to do my voice exercises.
Well enough of that. Another great day ended. Mission complete.
