And so there goes my wakeup call to my art buddies via my celfone. A painting workshop is just hours away and I just want to make sure today is November 10 on their calendars as well as mine. As festival director of the 2nd Dagupan Arts Festival, I feel like it has become my obsession to spell T-I-M-E-(space)-M-A-N-A-G-E-M-E-N-T in the conscious part of my art buddies' brains -- c-o-n-s-i-s-t-e-n-t-l-y.
Franz: Uhm, ok. Did u rili send dt msg to evry1. Whoa!
Ed: Yup, hehe. Dats how i show my love n concern 4 dem! Im telling u franz, dis bunch is diffrnt. Dey hav a hard time staying in d conscious part of der brains, hehe.
About 25mins later, my old photography buddy Pipo who lives in Mangaldan (some 20mins away of easy driving) replies in a protesting tone..
Pipo: Pano yan boss, inaspalto nila daan namin.
Ed: Sy*t, i ddnt know ur ass was connected 2 d seat of ur car..
Aba, humirit pa rin..
Pipo: Sory dats my get up. R u nt readin my profile? http://www.mousehousecafe.com/DAC/Profiles/DomagasPipo/profiles-domagaspipo.htm
Dude, I did your profile. But, ok, ok... lets try to be a bit democratic today...
Ed: Onga naman. However, did u knw asphalt has (practically) no curing time or ur not in your conscious part of ur brain again..
Damn, can't help it buddy...I wanted to be nice today since we need every bit of muscle if not the thinking organ of everyone for today's activity. Kaya lang...
Some 2 hours later, Pipo still didn't reply back. Guess he's googling on his laptop (another part of his so-called get up) on smart bro for the characteristics of asphalt and its effect on his Honda's mags...
Damn, Raymond's not answering...he's facilitator for today's workshop and his line's dead. How good can it possibly get...
To top it all, Boni, our exhibit's curator at the same time who's supposedly in the same workshop venue isn't answering my calls. Wonder if nepo has gas leaks at its basement or something...
(to be continued)
Note: This WAS my first ever blog supposedly posted on November 10, 2007 at 10:05am during one of our better days when our 2nd Dagupan Arts Festival was staged. Haha! My adrenalin was rushing back then and from then on I promised myself never to write again when in deep stress. For some reason, I'm deciding to post this blog after all for all of my art buddies and hope they are all in a better state of consciousness, enough for a good laugh.
For those of you who wonder what ever happend to our painting workshop, we pulled thru. Raymund's phone had his usual perpetual lobat (even to this very day, he uses the same alibi), Boni claimed he never received any text and Pipo claimed he had a 2 hour detour + traffic problems. As a consolation, everyone showed up just in time and we had 11 happy participants in the workshop!
