Well that was short.

So this weekend, I'm suppose to have a show.

And apparently, I'm not part of it anymore. And no one in the admin even called me up to say what or what not to expect beforehand. Or talk about my contract. We all signed our January contract and they were suppose to inform us if we'd get extended or not, depending if we had other bigger priorities or if the evaluation works out. Except nobody contacted me.

What's even worse is that everyone else's contract was extended. Well, except for Rex starting next week but only coz he and his singing group are being launched this month. Apart from that, the show is still running, with my repertoire removed. They had girls audition for a spot in the show.

 My fellow performers- even Earl who'd been in the park the longest- were as shocked as I was and told me the whole show felt weird and mehh. They weren't sure either what's going on. I suppose we were expecting that Rex would last only til January since we were all aware of his singing group but they didn't imagine I was pulled out just like that. But the show must go on.

 It was fun while it lasted. I'm tired of beating myself up for it. I can only imagine how my mom would react. I already gave out tickets to a few friends who were suppose to catch the show to support me. I mean, I still have enough tickets for my family and relatives and I could even use one ticket for myself. But I think I'd just find the whole thing depressing if I went there.

Will disappear for just awhile and figure out my next move at this point.

How do you life. How do you even.

Awkward Turtle

2 Worlds, One Turtle

Where do I begin.

Let's start with my life as a singer at EK.

  I don't get paid much but I do love the fact that they're the ones who provide transpo, food, and costumes. Also, everyone's great to work with. During the entire 2-day preparations, I thought my fellow singers would have a problem with harmonization but we pretty much adjusted well to each other's melody (and if we were an actual group maybe we can kick Glee's ass lol).

 Though we'll be performing the same songs every weekend, each show feels different for us. There are moments we feel like we could've done a lot better, there were moments we feel our energy needs to gel more together, there are moments that are just fabulous. Sometimes the sound techs would occasionally fail us (I dunno why) so we try our best to have a sound check and run-through of our songs before the actual show.

Let me talk about my 5 fellow singers:

King. He's 17, and probably the most talkative among us. He can just talk and crack jokes for hours. He brings a K-Pop vibe to the group and one of the fangirl favorites. Well, he was suppose to go to Korea and be part of this all-guy K-Pop group but local management (ahem GMA ahem) had him under contract, thus he couldn't go. He's joined singing contests on TV (none that I've watched lol) but he has a good balladeer voice. He calls me "ate" and sometimes "babe" for the troll of it. I can't keep up with his energy sometimes that I just wave him off when he's feeling extra-hyper.

Gadget. She's 17 and we call her "bunso" because she's quite small. Sweet little girl with a big voice. She and King have been friends since their younger singing contest years together. She gets a little too excited about McDonald's french fries and other foods. She's been an EK performer before and I think she's also under management with a local TV network. Not sure which though.

Earl. She's 24 and has been a professional dancer ever since she graduated from high school. She's worked as a singer-dancer at Universal Studios Singapore and Hong Kong Disneyland. She went back working at EK as a form of "vacation." When we found out her exes are mostly foreigners, we cracked up when Josh said she's Dora The Explorer. ("Canadian! Australian! American!")

Josh. A.k.a. Superman (because, well, he does look like a very young version of Superman). He's 17. Also a crowd favorite. He has really pretty green-hazel-ish eyes. He's half-Hungarian, half-everything. Will pursue his acting career after he graduates from high school around March. He and King decided that they'll be Jacob and Edward and then I'm Bella. Thus, the comedic pseudo-fights over me that happens every after show. I like stepping on his shoes.

In Trouble AGAIN. But, it's not my fault...

So I already get pissed at people during details... Now I have a new reason to be pissed at someone new. klsjdlfkjsdl;jfl;jsdl;fjdsf. The last two weeks haven't been my week.

I'm Always In Trouble.

I'm always getting in trouble for the stupiest things. -_-

ATP Probs.

I've been trying to get a hold of my MTL (Military Training Leader) because last Friday, I missed Open Ranks (which is you show up in whatever uniform they want you in and meet up at a certain time, certain place with your transition card so they can check you, see if you keep your uniform looking good and such) because we had a manditory First Duty Station briefing (a briefing about where we're going after Tech School) and so I told him about it ahead of time and he said that I can miss Open Ranks for it but to come see him Tuesday (yesterday) and make it up. So I did, but he wasn't around so I wasn't able to get my transition card stamped.

Love Scandal.

This is how I'm going to start off... With a heart burn.

Bleh.

 Haven't posted in this blog for awhile.

OTTERRRRRRR AH MISS YOU LIKE POTATOES MISS THE SOIL

Didn't go through with the interview at Eastwood because a.)there's so much history in Eastwood that keep flashback-ing in my mind during my weird Concentrix days, b.)HR at the company was friggin' unprofessional and c.)I don't want to run into old officemates/superiors if ever I get hired. I should really think about cleaning out my friend list in my FB but I have my other, more private account anyway so I guess it doesn't matter.

 Yes, the reason I'm job-hunting this week is to get moolah and probably earn enough to move out at some point this year because it's getting friggin' suffocating being under the same roof as my family. Particularly my mother. It's a long story. Because independence and clashing of morals. I'm so tired being treated like a 10-year-old.

  The only person who makes the entire thing tolerable is my li'l bro, who is admirably smart and observant for his age. And the fact that he's the most affectionate one in the family helps. Also, for my friends who are willing to listen.


We mostly agree to disagree in this house but for a long time now it's already getting on my sanity.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Hey ya'll!

BMT is an experience. A lot of drama, bitches, pain and tears.

But it's Thanksgiving and we all got adopted by families for a few hours. We got to go out on base and spent time with families who are willing to take us in and share meals with us. But we have to go back to our dorms in two hours and we have to wear our full uniforms though.

I fall asleep in our classes but I enjoy the classes that we get to really apply the lesson. But I'm ending my third week and on Sunday, it's my fourth week. I get issued my blues, my name tapes on my ABU's and it's a good feeling because I'll somewhat be official but then again, now all the MTI's will know me. -_-

I'm halfway through... But running sucks ass. We have to run for like, 40 minutes straight! You can't stop or the MTI's will be on you and take our 341's from you! It sucks. But I don't stop, I'm trying my best to finish and not get recycled but I'm lacking motivation...

However, I'm doing my best.

I can't talk too much about it but I will when I'm officially back.

My nickname is "Crazy" or "Goofball" or "Turd".

I miss you, Turtle. Just sayin'.

Sincerely,
Trainee Otter

Nyahnyahnyah.

So last night, Derp and I discovered the joys of calling each other via landline.

I don't have to worry about my cellphone battery running out or having to convert my phone credits into promos I don't usually use. Plus, virtually no signal issues. Since my mom was out on a date with an ambassador of some Central European country, I got to talk to Derp for a few hours on the phone about recent stuff going on in our lives.

 At one point in our conversation, Derp tried to improve his meowing (apparently he hears Godfather and Charlie meow to each other when they're on the phone) and instead ended up sounding like a lot of other things. Also, he demonstrated to me how turtles sound like.

 Btw, there's this open call auditions in Makati for broadway musicals that'll be produced next year here in the country (they're looking for singers and dancers) so wish me luck, guys. It's on Monday so I'm gonna be practicing a lot. I'm so nervous.

Le Great Escape

 So by some weird series of events, Derp and I managed to go out and watch Wreck-It Ralph. My mom had an early dinner with friends somewhere in Metro Manila so we managed to steal some time together.

IT WAS FRIGGIN' AWESOME.

Probably the best animation I've seen this year.

Also, thank you Derp for bearing with me through these stressful times. This is fuckin' cheezy but you're my friggin' silver lining. ( I don't even think he goes through this blog haha.)

P.S. You guys should also watch out for the animation short "Paperman" which shows right before ze movie.

For Godmozza

 It turns out that I wasn't able to receive Godmother's head's up GM about her and the Prince of Persia dating last Monday. So when she dropped by my place today and proceeded with girl talk, words cannot express my feels over it (BECAUSE I'VE BEEN SHIPPING IT SO MUCH IN MY HEAD WHEN I WAS SEEING SOME OBVIOUS SIGNS) so here are a couple of gifs to portray my feels. Because words aren't enough.

I apologize if this eats up all your interwebs bandwidth.

Not a gif but FEELINGS

All these happy feelings literally exhausted me.

On the bright side, that teleserye gig with me being a prostitute will not push through. Mehehehe. Because mom.

Right now, I will just be sad and move on with life.

In the words of Barney Stinson... SLUT UP.

 Oh hey guise. So my talent coordinator contacted my mom and it turns out there's a certain teleserye (it's not out yet) that's looking for extras. To make a long story short, I am one of the seven girls in one episode wherein we are... "bayaran sa barko." We be flirtin' with sailors yo'. A famous actress plays a rich girl who happens to have a twin sister somewhere in the pier whose milkshake brings all the sailors to the yard. Soooo... hahahaha. I just find this funny. It's just for one episode so whatever.

2~3 More Days.

Guess what? I have two more days until the hotel and three more days until I fly to Lackland AFB, San Antonio, Texas.

lksdjfkliowejaklsdf,mv,.xcngaroisdklfjsd!!!!!!! D;

 For some reason, I have this urge to write random letters to my friends and my man-friend.

 But I forgot my really nice stationeries in the province nuuuuu.

 What do.

Awkward Turtle

So here's the thing.

 My dad lost his job recently. No severence check whatsoever (maybe coz technically he's an alien abroad) so my leave of absence is extended indefinitely. Le sigh. I do hope our papers will still push through and that at least he can land at another job soon. For the moment, I want to get a friggin' job but my mom's too busy wanting to push me to showbiz (barf barf barf) soooo yeah. I feel so bipolar. The future is foggier than I can bear and  I'm trying not to let my anxieties get to me. They just had to bring up the past like "oh if only Turtle took her studies seriously she could've graduated a lot sooner blah blah blah."

Really? I'm quite aware I didn't do well because I wanted to go to CSB in the first place.

 It just feels like the rug is being pulled out underneath me constantly. I was finally getting seriously good at my majors in school- then I had to leave. And just when I thought I could continue- my dad gets fired. I want to help but I'm not sure how and this showbiz thing just pisses me off and I just want to come off as rude to anyone who has anything to do with mediocre local entertainment. Though I can't really say if I can pull it off.

 My "blunt" personality seems to scare them off though. I wasn't being rude or even sarcastic. But to some people, they don't like the way I talk. Probably because I prefer to speak in English and I don't pepper every sentence with "po" or "opo" every damn time even though they're within my age group. Well, guess what I don't like it when people use "po" or "opo" at me regardless of age or seniority but I don't hold it against them because I often see the innocence in it.

Okaaay I'm rambling now.

 Right now, I just want to focus on my workshop, my art, and my music.

 What do.

Sanity don't leave me.

P.S.
Hanging out with my friends yesterday is probably the most fun I've had in weeks. I should be grateful, really.

Awkward Turtle

Being 22. And funemployed.

 I don't know if I'm the only one who feels this way:

  My mom attempted to push me into the showbiz life by meeting up with our family friend who is a legit talent coordinator (and a former caregiver of our grandpa years ago) and he has handled talents currently in telenovelas and movies. The entire time they were talking I just wanted to shoot someone because they were talking about getting me in Party Pilipinas (barf), being an extra in telenovelas (double barf), get me as a contestant for a national beauty pageant (what) and even having me in "reality" shows (shoot me).

 They mean well, I know, but the whole thing sounds depressing. Sure, I could accept singing gigs-even modeling- and anything related to music but if you'll have me in those telenovelas, commercials, and pageants that I'm vocally against, I feel like I've sold my soul to the devil.

 Guh. I feel so marginalized.

 The focus of their conversation was about just getting exposure and be famous. How about respect for my work? How about being recognized for stuff I actually believe in?

 I have somehow dodged the bullet though, by not getting in touch with my talent coordinator, even though my mom says I should.

 As long as I don't contact him, I am safe.

 I am suddenly inspired to make a blog post about stuff I don't believe in to my other blog.

I think the only things keeping me sane are my friends, my art, and my workshop.

Otter's Leaving A Day Early.

I just finished my DEP CC today and I spoke to my recruiter about the issue that Michelle (a girl from the October group) brought up about October 30th LA-DEP's leaving to the hotel on the 28th and leaving for Lackland on the 29th. I brought it up to my recruiter and she wasn't told such BUT looked in the system and found out to be true.

We played a really fun game called "Story" (I think that's what it's called) and it's pretty fun. You have a group of people in a circle and one person starts off. This is how it goes.

First person to start the game: Once...
Second person in line: Once there...
Third person in line: Once there was...

And it goes around the circle until someone messes up.

So for example:

First person to start the game: Once...
Second person in line: Once there...
Third person in line: Once there was...
Fourth person in line: Once there was a...
Fifth person in line: Once there was a dog who.

If someone messed up on a word or adds two words, you're out. LOL. Or continues without saying the rest of the sentence.

SO, we had a few when we started the sentence like "Cool" the person was suppose to say "Cool Story" but just said "Story". HAHAHAHAHA. XD

OH, and PS: I lost three pounds. YAY! (Thanks to the Insanity workout)

Also, we meshed with two new recruiters and we're adding 25 new DEP'rs on our team. SO, yeah. Now we're about 45 people. And we had one guy, Jonathan, cancel and got his DEP place terminated. That sucks because I had dinner at the Old Spaghetti Factory and saw him working... I thought he was going to join but he volunteered to terminate it because he missed three DEP CC's in a row which is an AUTOMATIC disqualification but he knew it and terminated himself. Whatevs.

Short Update. BUT, ping pong training!

http://twitter.yfrog.com/h7DGE7i1XstyqkEq.01

Me, ping pong training. Finally, on Thursday we got some heavy rain, thunder and some lightning. It's been hot ALL year and finally, this is the first real rain we've gotten for the first time this year. I'm happy it's getting colder, cloudier BUT with peeking sunshine. It's the best weather! I'm feelin' good.

Also, today. Insanity workout day 1 @ 5am: Success!

2 weeks, four days. EEK!

Optimism

Source: fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net via Joelle on Pinterest

I've got the worst sore throat in history and my muscles ache and yet I must attend voice acting classes tomorrow.

This is temporary.

Awkward Turtle