bukas

hay, pagod.

my dreariest hours (usually, sa madaling araw, with a dozen scenes to go in our schedule), i wonder what i'm doing here. why i'm not doing what i really want to do. if there really is no choice but to work around the Dream.

alas-onse ng umaga kami napack-up the next day. 30 hours of work. isang araw na naman ang tila ayaw matapos-tapos, and finally, packup.

fuckup. not.
fresh na fresh ang mga estudyante at nag-oopisina pag nakakasulubong ko sila on the way home. ako, dugyot. wish ko talaga, next time na magpakadugyot ako para sa isang pelikula, sana yung pelikula, sarili ko na.

pagod. frustrated.
anong araw na ba? monday?
buti na lang merong bukas.