Doing some job-hunting over at Monster Radio :):)
Saturday, September 26, 2009
An Inland Sea
Taken a few weeks ago, the situation in our place have stayed generally the same. Hoping the city government would do something about this perennial flood problem.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Unit 1508
Never expected to win, never expected that I'd actually win something but merely wishful thinking. But I did!I tried my luck when I joined an on-air contest in 103.5 Max FM's Early Returns a week ago hoping I could win prize they have in tow, a Max FM jacket. I'm not telling what I did but to cut it short, I got it right and won the jacket. Quich Lorraine, one of the show's hosts said I could claim my prize at the station during their office hours so I went there the following Friday.
Max FM is located in Unit 1508 Jollibee Plaza along F Ortigas Rd., Pasig. I've been in the area before so it I'm not at all bothered by the long trek between there and the MRT station along EDSA. Good thing some good soul made a pathway run across the large pay-parking area besides St Francis Square so people don't need to walk around J Vargas to get to succeeding blocks in Ortigas Center.I got inside Jollibee Plaza, climbed up to the 15th floor and wahm! I saw it:
Nerve-wracking but I guess there's nothing to lose but to get it over with so I just went inside and the guard was asking me if there's anything he could do to help. I told Manong Guard that I'm claiming a prize I won a few days ago. We did the usual round-up: give my ID for confirmation, Manong Guard looks for my name in a logbook containing names of contest winners and me waiting in a comfy yet still amazed but the glitzy things I'm seeing inside 1508.
While there, The Sarge was inside the booth hosting Tunog Kalye. I caught a good glimpse on him doing his boardwork. Manong Guard says I could take pictures but I can't meet the DJ personally, ma-isturbo ko daw hehehe or something like it.
Sayang nga eh kasi gusto ko magpapicture sa kahit sinong DJ ng Max kaya siguro wrong timing lang ako. Sa uulitin na lang...
Buti na nga lang ang bait ni Manong Guard kasi siya ang kumuha ng litrato sa'kin sa loob ng station gamit ng phone ko.
Well, there's always a next time for everything right? Nice that I get to visit the biggest town in radio! :D
Saturday, September 19, 2009
The CSB Epxerience: The Third Second First Week
I was planning on writing a piece about my "third-second-first day" as I normally would do from my past entries but considering I only had 2 class on my first day alone with 2 days of no school per week to boot, I decided to just write about the first week alone.The First Day
For the first time in a long while, I now have evening classes AGAIN! I made a last minute adjustment to my schedule last term before encoding was closed for good and moved my Author1 class from early morning Saturdays to Monday evenings (6-9pm). Before Author1 is Cadvis2 from 2:45 to 5:45.
The good thing with Cadvis2 right now is that I still have Sir Jaime Latumbo (yes, ka-namesake!) as my professor and other than the day, the class is still on the same time and room as it was last term. At least I don't have to make an adjustment to his teachings although one thing remains especially on a class like this is placed on the afternoon for 3 hours: Unintentionally dozing off during discussion but hey, it's still cool!
From Architecture Desktop (Autocad), we moved to a new program called Autodesk 3DS Max. Another new program for me to get over, awww.
As evening kicks in, I had my first..er-night in Author1. Basically, the class is all about the basics of creating programs for CD-ROM's and stuff like that. My prof, Sir Rex Cariaga, is fortunately a cool teacher, and a young CSB grad. So I guess he totally can relate to the hardships of the average ABMMA student (The course is no easy walk in the park FYI).
No new program for us to learn at the meantime but made us design a "root menu" of a DVD using Photoshop. It'll carry on next meeting (in two weeks).
I spent the next two days at home being a bum since I'm still high from termbreak fever, however short they may be. Catching up on my shows online and much needed sleep.
The Second Day
So the timeframe stayed the same as last Monday. But the schedule is somewhat similar to what I used to have the term before: a 2d/Web combo. My Webdev2 class, headed by same as last term prof Ms Kat Santiano, is all about incorporating Flash onto web design.
Good thing, she gave us the opportunity to design our own domains (which we already have from last term) and the end result?: JamesHabitan Online
Three hours later came another 3-hour class, 2danim2. Sir Dayao is the name of the professor and the biggest shock of the day was that there were only 6 of us in his class, at least for the first session alone. Chuck, Jason A. and Sheena are my classmates for 2d2 and we had two others, Russel (classmate from Hartdes2) and someone Sheena knew (I'm really bad at name recognition). Besides the usual orientation, we had the chance to see (in my case: again) documented works of past students. I like the shorts made by Kenny Tai and nelson Caliguia Jr. It was purely awesomeness!
The Third Day
For Friday, I only have one class: Vidprd2. My prof? The ever wacky and funny Sir Dodos FTW!
If the prerequisite was about writing scripts, this class is all about the basics of camera work and executing storytelling through "moving pictures". In other words, film. Met lotsa new and familiar faces. Among my classmates are Edward, Dan, Clarizze and a couple more familiar faces.
The Fourth Day
Saturday. I was a bit late for my first day in 3danim2. Prerequisite subject, 3d1 was a total nightmare and I swore that I have to be picky next time when choosing professors. I need teachers whom we could learn from, not guess on the things he'd be hesitant to repeat in slow motion.
At least, for this term, Sir Hanz is an exception. He's looks more clam and is more than competent to teach his students the basics of Maya. Plus, he taught us our first lesson: "Modeling a Human Anatomy Made Easy". I remember my prof from the prerequisite teaching our class a similar lesson like this but not as simple as what Sir Hanz just taught to me and the rest of the 3danim2 people this afternoon.
I'm gonna be looking forward for this class for sure. Hopefully, I'd be able to reverse the 1.5 grade I got for 3d1. :D
This term ought to be interesting, indeed!
Friday, September 18, 2009
J Pics Mobile Pics: Unit 15-Oh-Eight
Went to 103.5 Max FM to claim a prize I won a couple of days ago :)
The fact I got to visit Max made the long rainy walk from the MRT station worthwhile.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
The Fascinating Addiction
Some say I’m into it too much while others would say that I’m just trying hard to be into it. Yet there those who say I’m sucking the fun out of their addiction that makes the conversation less interesting while there others who say it’s funny to see me getting into a new hobby.
Well, it’s true that once I get into a new hobby I feel a sense of security that kinda gives me that feeling of confidence and high self-esteem. It goes to the point when the curious boy in me would try to be in the know.
A few years ago, I was soooo into anything Korean. The pop culture of that country really fascinated me that right from the start I got hooked right away. I would download KPOP songs, watch Korean drama serials, and tune in to Arirang TV 24/7 (when we still have that channel from our cable). Eventually, my interest to anything Korean was no longer on a coffee high and I ended up “just” watching dubbed Korean soap operas.
Then there goes that sudden feeling of fascination again with the whole “dubbing” thing. It started when our cable started carrying HeroTV, which airs Japanese animes dubbed in Filipino. That channel would often air short segments that show the behind-the-scenes works of dubbing programs by voice actors. It didn’t take too long before that interest fizzled out like dried fruit.
One thing funny with all of these is that I really feel that kind of ease just thinking about them. There would be occurrences that I would have daydreams fantasizing myself either being a dubber of a soap opera or some VJ hosting a Korean pop music program in Arirang (Think “Pops in Seoul”). You know the feeling, right?
The latest hobby I’m into Is watching US daytime soaps, those television dramas that shows people talking and yapping and walking around in a darkly-lit room an hour a day. It started with “Guiding Light”, a show that have been on the air for almost three-fourths of a century, followed by “As the World Turns” which has 50 years to boast about, and One Life to Live, about 35+ years and still going strong. I’m not really there for the outrageous stories of sex, fantasy and b!tching that most soaps have been focusing on, especially the suspension of disbelief with regards to the sudden aging of certain characters. I watch US soaps for the melodrama and realism that some would actually feature, in addition to the action and sense of excitement whenever a storyline is given faster-paced and a heart-breaking resolution.
A hobby never really died out of fashion, it just keeps a low-profile knowing I won’t be high on such for much longer. I still love Korean dramas but not as much as before, I am still curious with the industry of voice acting because I could actually make a career out of it someday, and as long as I am still satisfied with how stories are well-executed with US soaps, I’ll continue to watch them for sure.
As I conclude this entry I’m still thinking of another one to write about very soon. :)
Well, it’s true that once I get into a new hobby I feel a sense of security that kinda gives me that feeling of confidence and high self-esteem. It goes to the point when the curious boy in me would try to be in the know.
A few years ago, I was soooo into anything Korean. The pop culture of that country really fascinated me that right from the start I got hooked right away. I would download KPOP songs, watch Korean drama serials, and tune in to Arirang TV 24/7 (when we still have that channel from our cable). Eventually, my interest to anything Korean was no longer on a coffee high and I ended up “just” watching dubbed Korean soap operas.
Then there goes that sudden feeling of fascination again with the whole “dubbing” thing. It started when our cable started carrying HeroTV, which airs Japanese animes dubbed in Filipino. That channel would often air short segments that show the behind-the-scenes works of dubbing programs by voice actors. It didn’t take too long before that interest fizzled out like dried fruit.
One thing funny with all of these is that I really feel that kind of ease just thinking about them. There would be occurrences that I would have daydreams fantasizing myself either being a dubber of a soap opera or some VJ hosting a Korean pop music program in Arirang (Think “Pops in Seoul”). You know the feeling, right?
The latest hobby I’m into Is watching US daytime soaps, those television dramas that shows people talking and yapping and walking around in a darkly-lit room an hour a day. It started with “Guiding Light”, a show that have been on the air for almost three-fourths of a century, followed by “As the World Turns” which has 50 years to boast about, and One Life to Live, about 35+ years and still going strong. I’m not really there for the outrageous stories of sex, fantasy and b!tching that most soaps have been focusing on, especially the suspension of disbelief with regards to the sudden aging of certain characters. I watch US soaps for the melodrama and realism that some would actually feature, in addition to the action and sense of excitement whenever a storyline is given faster-paced and a heart-breaking resolution.
A hobby never really died out of fashion, it just keeps a low-profile knowing I won’t be high on such for much longer. I still love Korean dramas but not as much as before, I am still curious with the industry of voice acting because I could actually make a career out of it someday, and as long as I am still satisfied with how stories are well-executed with US soaps, I’ll continue to watch them for sure.
As I conclude this entry I’m still thinking of another one to write about very soon. :)
Monday, September 14, 2009
Kanye West Interrupts Taylor Swift's Speech VMAs 2009
Just before Viacom forcibly removes this video from Youtube
Sunday, September 13, 2009
The CSB Experience 3: An Unending Term-Ender
Hehehe…The most surprising of all surprises indeed. No doubt unbelievable and above all, it was completely out of the blue. Last Friday was course card distribution day, finally the last day of the long extended first term of the school year. It’s the day when the jury’s out on whose subjects they pass and/or fail, where dreams are shattered and miracles happen for a reason.
As for me, it was the end of struggles and challenges for the time being as well as the end of hardships followed by a long-deserved rest period (of two days that is). I’m just so darn glad that this trimester is over for good! Ha!
As per the usual, I went to school that day to get a hold of my course cards which seals my fate on all the subjects I had for the term. The lowest grade was a 1.5 from 3danim1. It’s not the lowest I had for a passing grade ever but nonetheless I had the most trouble learning. It’s basic 3D animation really with a degree in Maya 101 (ehem “7.0” ehem “2008”) but the result of 3 weeks with no professor and a hard-to-understand replacement took a toll with me becoming almost clueless on how to use Maya.
Believe me, I could only learn a thing if the subject in question is easy to pick up (getting a hand with computer programs and all that jazz). It’s something that I’ve only been successful to a couple of subjects, Cadvis1 and Webdev1. Cadvis1 requires us to use Autodesk Architecture Desktop a.k.a. Autocad. It’s basically 3D Animation meets Technical Drawing/Drafting made easier. On the other hand, Webdev1 gives us the lowdown with basics of creating a functioning website using 3 programs: Photoshop, Dreamweaver and Fireworks. Compared to 3danim1, I manage to get a grade of 3.0 and 2.5 for Wedev1 and Cadvis1 respectively.
Who knew one plate could lead to a drastic cut on my final grade? That’s exactly what happened when I saw my final grade from Cnctpho. The panel who critiqued my take on rape as the theme for my finals gave me a reasonably good grade but it did not equate to a higher FG. I was short one more pre-finals plate, a plate on monochromatic photographs. I was simply cut short of time as well as extremely busy with my other classes that I had no choice but not to go through with the shoot. I could have join in with those who were still doing their shots but things happened (budget, etc) thus I decided to just let it be (having passed all but one plate already for the subject). I got a 2.0 for my FG, a 50% drop from my midterm grade of 2.5.
Well, that alone dashed my hopes of getting into the dean’s list even (although I shouldn’t be surprise since I already knew my fate in 3danim1 before I got my course card for that subject).
One class I know I’m safe is Vidprd1. Not only was Sir Dodos the best prof around but the subject itself I know I could go without fail. The class is all about Basic Scriptwriting and we were required to produce scripts of our own stories for both midterms and finals. The latter however had to made through “mediamorphosis”, a method of which we adapt an existing story from another medium into another. Mine is my own take of the legend of Mt Mayon where I set the story in a “pseudo-contemporary” setting infused with humanized characteristics and slices of comedy compared to the source material. I had a 3.0 for an FG in this class. The only thing my prof hated was the title of my script: “Ang magandang si Daragang Magayon” hehehe!
The surprising moment on that day was when I picked up my garde for 2danim1. Sir Chino gave me an unbelievable grade of 4.0 (the highest passing grade in the La Salle system). To be completely honest, I was expecting maybe a 2.5 or a 3.0 as I never deemed my own works to be as par as my other classmates who seemed to be more at ease in drawing.
I love drawing and all that but my skills in that area is a continuing work in progress. I may lack the discipline of a good artist but I put good amount of effort to produce the best that I could give. I continue to take criticisms thrown into me in heart as I know they could help me mold me into the artist that I want to be. As I am already satisfied with passing 2danim1 with flying colors, I consider the 4.0 for my FG as an added bonus.
Tomorrow will be the start of another term with another full-loaded schedule. Most of my subjects are in the afternoon and evening (2:45-5:45pm and 6-9pm) with one class from 8-11am Fridays. Many of them are already follow-up majors from last term with the addition of Author1.
With the coming of the second trimester, I have more or less three more terms before graduation. Wish me luck!
Friday, September 11, 2009
J.I.A.: 8=9/11
I know that I wrote about this before but still, the thought that it's been 8 year made me want to make an update on what I wrote more than two years ago about my time in the US when the terrorist attacks occurred on September 11, 2001. Hopefully, this ones more grammtically correct than the first. :P
I remember my mom waking me up around 7 in the morning. The TV was turned on to Fox 5 Morning News (WTTG-TV) and as usual, I'm the first to take a bath while my little brother is given the privilege of getting a few minutes more to sleep. Ate and Kuya already left for school earlier (attending high school and middle school respectively).
After getting dressed, we ate breakfast and watched some good TV (ABC Family) until the clock strikes 8:20am. That's the time when my mom would accompany me and Jorge to the nearest bus stop. There we would meet up with our schoolmates, including two classmates of mine, Andy and Jonathan.
Just turned 11 two weeks before and experiencing a once-in-a-lifetime chance to attend school in a foreign country, I was at the time already overwhelmed with the things going on around me back then. The one thing I only hated during my stay there is the feeling that things become much of a routine.
But on that very day, the 11th of September, things changed not for the better but on the other way around.
Every 9am, we start the day by listening to the daily morning announcements followed by the pledge of allegiance then is concluded by a moment of silence before we could proceed to life in the 5th grade. Everything seems a-okay for a lot of us.
Nothing significant or anything occured except one parent who called in to pick up one of my classmates early. I thought his/her family must have some personal problems thus the reason he was sent home early. After that, class went on as we normally would.
As the day progressed I started to notice that one by one, my classmates are being pick up from school early. Me and a friend both agreed that something's really odd but I just can't put my finger on whatever is going on, completely unaware of what would be known to history as the event that changed the world forever.
By the end of the day there were only 12 or less of us left in class out of about 25 students. And looks like we weren't the only one: even those from the other classroom, a lot of kids were sent home early that day.
I later learned the shocking truth when Jorge and I came home that day. Kuya and Ate were watching TV, with their eyes glued to horrific images of two tall buildings burning before an airplane crashed onto one of them, leading to their collapse. I thought it was a movie but when the TV started to show images of the Pentagon with one of its wings destroyed on a large scale I was completely speechless.
Thank goodness my mom was okay, having been sent home earluyby the World Bank with the rest of her colleagues after the attacks were committed. Later, the news reported another plane crash in Pennsylvania and reported that no one survived.
Devastating news indeed but I didn't know how I would react with these shocking events. My mind kept thinking about this field trip we were supposed to go to the next day (which is at the same time, Jorge's 9th birthday). Kinda cold-hearted but then again, I'm only 11, how I react?
The next day, the school formally announced the suspension of classes (not through TV but through Mr. McClain's voice message on the school's hotline) and while news about the attacks continue to fill our TV screens nonstop (especially WTTG).
I've no idea if Bush declared a state of emergency in the DC area or even in the nieghbouring suburbs but I remember that I went with my mom and Jorge to celebrate his birthday anyway by going to Tyson's Corner, a popular mall a bus ride away from our apartment. That day became like any other day for most people as I noticed there were noticeably many people when we went to the mall.
Eventually, the feeling of fear and loss starts to sink in and I thought there's going to be a world war (Which it did become months later).
I started to read newspaper articles related to 9/11: about near-death experiences, loved ones making tearful farewells through phone class and text. There was one article about a group of DC-based students and their teachesr who were among those who perished in the Pentagon crash. I also learned of inspiring stories about sacrifice and hope, about teamwork and love for country. It's these small wonders that made the pain left by the attacks more bearable.
Eight years after the attacks happened, the world became completely different. We don't know for sure of who's reallywinning on this endless "war on terror". But let us see this in another light: why must there be blood, violence and wasted lives for this "war" to win over. Why can't pople just get alonga nd respect on whatever people are free to believe in. Why must we judge people based on who or what they are? Why can't there be peace and diplomacy instead of mere tactics and badmouthing?
There are questions that needed to be answered while there are answered gthat needed to be questioned.
In order for us to attain true peace is to remember that to achieve it is to avoid an event like 9/11 to ever happen again.
I remember my mom waking me up around 7 in the morning. The TV was turned on to Fox 5 Morning News (WTTG-TV) and as usual, I'm the first to take a bath while my little brother is given the privilege of getting a few minutes more to sleep. Ate and Kuya already left for school earlier (attending high school and middle school respectively).
After getting dressed, we ate breakfast and watched some good TV (ABC Family) until the clock strikes 8:20am. That's the time when my mom would accompany me and Jorge to the nearest bus stop. There we would meet up with our schoolmates, including two classmates of mine, Andy and Jonathan.
Just turned 11 two weeks before and experiencing a once-in-a-lifetime chance to attend school in a foreign country, I was at the time already overwhelmed with the things going on around me back then. The one thing I only hated during my stay there is the feeling that things become much of a routine.
But on that very day, the 11th of September, things changed not for the better but on the other way around.
Every 9am, we start the day by listening to the daily morning announcements followed by the pledge of allegiance then is concluded by a moment of silence before we could proceed to life in the 5th grade. Everything seems a-okay for a lot of us.
Nothing significant or anything occured except one parent who called in to pick up one of my classmates early. I thought his/her family must have some personal problems thus the reason he was sent home early. After that, class went on as we normally would.
As the day progressed I started to notice that one by one, my classmates are being pick up from school early. Me and a friend both agreed that something's really odd but I just can't put my finger on whatever is going on, completely unaware of what would be known to history as the event that changed the world forever.
By the end of the day there were only 12 or less of us left in class out of about 25 students. And looks like we weren't the only one: even those from the other classroom, a lot of kids were sent home early that day.
I later learned the shocking truth when Jorge and I came home that day. Kuya and Ate were watching TV, with their eyes glued to horrific images of two tall buildings burning before an airplane crashed onto one of them, leading to their collapse. I thought it was a movie but when the TV started to show images of the Pentagon with one of its wings destroyed on a large scale I was completely speechless.
Thank goodness my mom was okay, having been sent home earluyby the World Bank with the rest of her colleagues after the attacks were committed. Later, the news reported another plane crash in Pennsylvania and reported that no one survived.
Devastating news indeed but I didn't know how I would react with these shocking events. My mind kept thinking about this field trip we were supposed to go to the next day (which is at the same time, Jorge's 9th birthday). Kinda cold-hearted but then again, I'm only 11, how I react?
The next day, the school formally announced the suspension of classes (not through TV but through Mr. McClain's voice message on the school's hotline) and while news about the attacks continue to fill our TV screens nonstop (especially WTTG).
I've no idea if Bush declared a state of emergency in the DC area or even in the nieghbouring suburbs but I remember that I went with my mom and Jorge to celebrate his birthday anyway by going to Tyson's Corner, a popular mall a bus ride away from our apartment. That day became like any other day for most people as I noticed there were noticeably many people when we went to the mall.
Eventually, the feeling of fear and loss starts to sink in and I thought there's going to be a world war (Which it did become months later).
I started to read newspaper articles related to 9/11: about near-death experiences, loved ones making tearful farewells through phone class and text. There was one article about a group of DC-based students and their teachesr who were among those who perished in the Pentagon crash. I also learned of inspiring stories about sacrifice and hope, about teamwork and love for country. It's these small wonders that made the pain left by the attacks more bearable.
Eight years after the attacks happened, the world became completely different. We don't know for sure of who's reallywinning on this endless "war on terror". But let us see this in another light: why must there be blood, violence and wasted lives for this "war" to win over. Why can't pople just get alonga nd respect on whatever people are free to believe in. Why must we judge people based on who or what they are? Why can't there be peace and diplomacy instead of mere tactics and badmouthing?
There are questions that needed to be answered while there are answered gthat needed to be questioned.
In order for us to attain true peace is to remember that to achieve it is to avoid an event like 9/11 to ever happen again.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Saturday, September 5, 2009
The CSB Experience 3: Crossed Out
One by one, the list is getting shorter each day. It seems as if I could finally make it through with finals now that I'm almost done with my plates.
So far I'm done with
1. Cntcpho Finals Plate (Theme: Rape)
2. Webdev1 Finals Website (Just need to submit my term paper with regards to it)
3. Cadvis1 Finals Plate
4. 2DAnim1 Finals Plate (I'm just short one concept art plate but it's doable)
I have to focus on two more projects:
1. Vidprd1 Mediamorphosis Script (My modern take on ""Daragang Magayon")
2. 3Danim1 Finals Plate (My most disliked class of all time)
With Monday being a holiday, it gives me more time to do last-minute changes on Cadvis1 while I have more time to finish my script for Vidprod1. I'm hoping my prof in 3d would personally help me with my finals since I'm having a hard time comprehending all the lessons he's been teaching this term. It seemed so hard for me to catch up.
It's going to be over real soon :)
So far I'm done with
1. Cntcpho Finals Plate (Theme: Rape)
2. Webdev1 Finals Website (Just need to submit my term paper with regards to it)
3. Cadvis1 Finals Plate
4. 2DAnim1 Finals Plate (I'm just short one concept art plate but it's doable)
I have to focus on two more projects:
1. Vidprd1 Mediamorphosis Script (My modern take on ""Daragang Magayon")
2. 3Danim1 Finals Plate (My most disliked class of all time)
With Monday being a holiday, it gives me more time to do last-minute changes on Cadvis1 while I have more time to finish my script for Vidprod1. I'm hoping my prof in 3d would personally help me with my finals since I'm having a hard time comprehending all the lessons he's been teaching this term. It seemed so hard for me to catch up.
It's going to be over real soon :)
Friday, September 4, 2009
Cadvis1 Finals Plates (Walang Katulad)
I have some problems with regards to the lighting. But nevertheless, satisfied na ako dito.
Comments and critiques are welcome
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Reality and Dreams: Answered Back
Last Tuesday, I stayed an hour past midnight while waiting for my mom and my sister to come home. Ate just came from her recent trip from the Visayas with Mom at the airport to pick her up.
So as I wait the while away, I thought of sending a shout-out through YM on a station I was listening to keep me company. He replied back on air thanking me for the shout-out before going back to playing more music.
It was almost 1am and the people I've been waiting for finally arrived. Afterwards, I headed straight to bed.
I don't know what happened but I had this dream that night that seemed so real. In it, I was in the same place that I was hours ago, right on that very moment when I just sent that private message to the DJ. Instead of just saying "thanks" on the air, he replied back through YM, telling me more than just thank you's. He told me that he was grateful for the kindness and loyalty given to him from listeners like me despite him having been through up's and down's. Well, obviously he's getting emotional bt you can't tell that he is on air.
In reality, however, that never happened as it was all but a dream. Surely they won't tell you that on a very personal note. They need to keep it professional after all.
As for me, I can't decide if I'm going to continue with this trip I've ben doing every now and then. Could this dream be a sign or is it that my head is playing tricks on me again?
:P
So as I wait the while away, I thought of sending a shout-out through YM on a station I was listening to keep me company. He replied back on air thanking me for the shout-out before going back to playing more music.
It was almost 1am and the people I've been waiting for finally arrived. Afterwards, I headed straight to bed.
I don't know what happened but I had this dream that night that seemed so real. In it, I was in the same place that I was hours ago, right on that very moment when I just sent that private message to the DJ. Instead of just saying "thanks" on the air, he replied back through YM, telling me more than just thank you's. He told me that he was grateful for the kindness and loyalty given to him from listeners like me despite him having been through up's and down's. Well, obviously he's getting emotional bt you can't tell that he is on air.
In reality, however, that never happened as it was all but a dream. Surely they won't tell you that on a very personal note. They need to keep it professional after all.
As for me, I can't decide if I'm going to continue with this trip I've ben doing every now and then. Could this dream be a sign or is it that my head is playing tricks on me again?
:P
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