10th
tl;dr, or: (gay) cake or death
Right now I am more interested about the Korean movie Antique being finally (finally!) available online than I am about Tinig Ng Plaridel’s 2009 Election Special being released today in print and online.
On one hand, I have an eight-page black-and-white product of a sleep-deprived weekend in which I sacrificed time I might’ve spent on doing academic stuff for a newspaper that now only reminds me of my shortcomings as a layout artist, a writer, an editor, a graphics designer, an illustrator —
— a newspaper that will no doubt be complained about and corrected by other people for being too _______, a newspaper which will be forgotten, recycled, crumbled and discarded as a useless relic of a bygone time, a newspaper that despite all good and mighty intentions will have no meaning when its readers do not respond —
— a newspaper that cost each CMC student five pesos but cost me 500 because we didn’t have enough money at hand to produce enough copies for half of all CMC students, a newspaper wherein each and every bit of content, period to period, is purely a labor of love and bloody-mindedness, because being unpaid and understaffed, no other forces can possibly fuel bodies to stay awake in spite of screaming bodies and shaking hands —
— a newspaper I do not, and will not, expect thanks for, because it is my job, my duty as a member of the press, of this newspaper, and in this job it is either do — and do well — or fail. and if I fail — if we all fail — then we should be held accountable to our readers, and take the criticism without the obfuscation of pathetic excuses or explanations, but to strive only to be better, not to please people but to keep engaging them and still remain relevant and useful.
On the other hand, I have a movie where there is CAKE and GAY and it’s in a language I can understand (YOU GUYS THERE ARE ENGLISH SUBS ;___;) and it’s basically the only adaptation of a manga I liked that didn’t attempt to scrub out the GAY and did I mention that it has CAKE and Koreans attempting to speak French?
Between a very judgmental rock that wants to crush my self-esteem and a place about as hard as a deliciously light souffle made by a gay baker with (I am not making this up!) demonic charm that has men falling to their knees hem hem —
MEGAUPLOAD STOP BEING A DOUCHE
;_;
(haha ohmygod i think i need a nice steak to go with my full-bodied whine, perhaps with a heaping side of CRYMOAR and served on a cross and accompanied by the world’s smallest violin and delivered by a waaaaahmbulance)
