My attention besides running the business is pointed towards my dogs, my future dogs, and campaigning them in dog shows. I now have a male french bulldog pup, UnderJAW's Baymax or simply, Max. He's one hell of a character and has great potential according to a lot of people. I never expected to get a male pup but when I first saw him I immediately fell in love. He starts his training this coming Monday, hopefully we reap good results.
Filmmaking is next on the list. Me and my buddies entered Youtube's Your Film Festival. It's spearheaded by Ridley Scott and Michael Fassbender to find new talent with diverse ways of telling their own stories in their own unique way. Our entry is titled 'Grasa' or Hobo in english (I guess). It's a simple 'day in the life' sort of treatment, following a hobo in his daily rounds around the city. It stars my good friend Raffy Palma, the musical scoring was provided by another good friend, Carlo Sayo, and the direction/camera is by another good friend, Keavin Mutuc and myself. It has garnered positive feedback so far and I hope it places at least in the semis.
Besides dogs and films, the third installment is being myself, which translates to bumming around. Watching tv shows like Supernatural, Gossip Girl, Nikita, Sherlock, Game of Thrones and the like are part of my weekly rounds, that go hand in hand with surfing the internet all day and not exposing myself to the sun (this is so me 2005).
Another thing that has been occupying me is the screw job that happened in school. I am now officially hated and vilified because of my roommate and the garbage that he served to my block. Funny how someone who you cared for and protected can stab you repeatedly in the back whilst you go on and live your somewhat miserable life mourning the loss of a father. I do not know his motives, but obviously, this was the first time he became socially relevant. I don't know, and honestly I don't care. My block are sheep to begin with.
It is poetic justice that a bunch of ingrates flocked together in one snug group, oblivious of the truth. Am I a bad person? Absolutely! I don' wear a white hat, but I'm damn sure honest and truthful about myself and others. How? One word. Dick. The only redeeming quality in the public eye if you're a dick is the cold and harsh honesty you have. At least I don't claim to be a good, helpful guy. Unless I personally care about you, I would care less if you get hit by a truck or a mini van. It just pains me how I helped these people, individually, and still forget all those and believe trash and act like high school hippies. Not my loss, and at the end of the day, or maybe someday, people would realize, people at the other side of the wall would realize, that the only real thing that came was me.
In wrestling terms, I was a main-event guy* on both of the courses I took, both I was loved and hated, but at the end of the day, at least the Comm people that I've helped recognize the effort and respect I gave them while this spineless ingrate of a roommate of mine wasn't even a 'should-have-been', he was a jobber* at best, and just had the opportunity a couple weeks before everything ended. As the famous saying of the people in the Game of Thrones universe always say, "Winter is coming". For me, it has already arrived, but for others who were used to the warm summer, it surely is on its way. The only difference between me and them, is that I already know how to brave it, to survive it. Hopefully, winter doesn't take them all and prove once and for all who holds the truth.
(*-just google what these terms mean if you're not a wrestling fan)
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