>i’m one lucky bastard

>was checking my grades online for this management class. as i was checking it, i found out that i accumulated 899 points out of 1000. the number kinda makes me feel iffy, so i checked our grading scheme. i was one-fucking-point away from getting an A minus, and stuck with a B plus.

first thing i did was to check base with the my prof, and guess what, he gave me an A minus anyway. HAHA! ain’t that grand?

>one more day…

>amen, just one more day, i’m done with school. one more day… one day more… another day, another destiny, this never ending road to calvary…

hmm… better search for that les mis song. brb…

found it:

valjean:

one day more.

another day, another destiny,

this neverending road to calvary.

these men who seem to know my crime will surely come a second time.

one day more.

marius:

i did not live until today.

how can i live when we are parted?

valjean:

one day more.

marius and cosette:

tomorrow you’ll be worlds away.

and yet with you my world has started.

eponine:

one more day all on my own.

marius and cosette:

will we ever meet again?

eponine:

one more day with him not caring.

marius and cosette:

i was born to be with you.

eponine:

what a life i might have known.

marius and cosette:

and i swear i will be true.

eponine:

but he never saw me there.

enjolras:

one more day before the storm!

marius:

do i follow where she goes?

enjolras:

at the barricades of freedom.

marius:

shall i join my brothers there?

enjolras:

when our ranks begin to form,

marius:

do i stay, and do i dare?

enjolras:

will you take your place with me?

chorus:

the time is now.

the day is here.

valjean:

one day more!

javert:

one day more to revolution

we will nip it in the bud.

we’ll be ready for these schoolboys,

they will wet themselves with blood.

valjean:

one day more!

thernadiers:

watch ’em run amuck

catch ’em as they fall.

never know your luck when there’s a free-for-all.

here a little dip

there a little touch.

most of them are goners so they won’t miss much!

rebel students:

one day to a new beginning

raise the flag of freedom high.

every man will be a king.

every man will be a king.

there’s a new world for the winning.

there’s a new world to be won.

do you hear the people sing?

marius:

my place is here

i fight with you.

valjean:

one day more!

marius and cosette:

i did not live until today

eponine:

one more day all on my own.

javert:

i will learn their little secrets,

i will know the things they know.

valjean:

one day more!

thenardiers:

watch ’em run amuck.

catch ’em as they fall,

never know your luck when there’s a free-for-all.

javert:

i will join these little schoolboys

valjean:

tomorrow we’ll be far away

tomorrow is the judgment day.

all:

tomorrow we’ll discover

what our god in heaven has in store.

one more dawn.

one more day.

one day more!


>an homage to warhol and monroe’s altarpiece

>

Andrew Warhola was born and raised in Pittsburgh and of Czechoslovakian descent. He graduated from Carnegie Institute of Technology in 1949 and became an illustrator. Being in the business of commerce and art, he was exposed to lots of opportunities to show his work. That break came in 1962 in Los Angeles, his personal artwork in the Ferus Gallery. The exhibit included the famous Campbell’s Soup Cans. He has become one of the most famous pop artists. His way of doing his artwork is intentional poor duplication of reproductions of popular and everyday items, which includes Coke bottles, and pictures of known actors and events. His works mostly dealt with the superficiality of being celebrities and how everything “known” or popular is merely manufactured items. He is known for giving the remark: “In the future, everyone will be famous for fifteen minutes.” On a personal note, I find this very prophetic of the artist, mainly because now, we see how everyone can be famous in the dawn of reality television shows that we have nowadays. Valerie Solanas, a member of Warhol’s circle, shot the pop artist in the same year she released the SCUM (Society for Cutting Up Men) Manifesto, a pamphlet describing why men should be systematically removed from the society. Warhol never recovered the shot he took, after which, he concentrated on making experimental films. Warhol passed away after a gall bladder surgery in New York, late February of 1987. Even in facing death, he said, “I never think that people die. They just go to department stores.”



One of the best-known works of Warhol is the Marilyn Diptych. It portrays fifty reproductions of Marilyn Monroe’s face – half in color, the other half in black and white. I find this as a symbolism of a certain presence and absence – the presence of colors during the glamour of Monroe; and the absence of colors after the death of Marilyn. It is interesting that such an artwork has a “religious” touch to it since diptychs are altarpieces reserved for saints and the holy. It somehow elevates the image of Monroe to sainthood – worshipped and looked upon with reverence. It gives attention to the public image of the actress and not to her personality, a focus on the superficial rather than the substance. Warhol used a print-screen printing technique, so he can reproduce the picture several times. This gives focus on the process of how celebrities are but manufactured items. It is also to note that the artwork started with colored images of Monroe, and as you pan to the right, the color shifts to black and white, and further on fades.

I think Warhol was not only showing his artwork as a finished product of a great craft but rather, he wanted us to see the process of making such artwork like the Marilyn Diptych. This is a work of art coming from a man who calls his studio a “factory.” This is a man who thought everything is but a commodity, and he did well on showing this through his work and his lifestyle as well. Even if one does not believe in Warhol’s ideals and philosophies, one cannot deny him of utmost respect, as he led his life accordingly to what he thought was right. He was not only successful in showing his artworks commercially, I do not think this was his point, but rather he wanted to get the idea across that we live in a world where everyone can be idolized, for we are but manufactured and molded products according to the norms and standards of the society. We live in a place where everything can be done and be commercially flourishing if we follow a formula that is based on an image the public demands.

Andy Warhol is known until today because he used subjects – Campbell’s Soup Cans, Coke bottles and Marilyn Monroe – that are still known today.

>i’m pretty convinced… i better get a car soon

>last night, there was a party in the apartment complex since next week is finals week – meaning students tend to be crazy. was up pretty late, even forgot to call my friend in NJ!

then around 11 this morning, my boss eva called me up to remind me of our end of the month meeting and asked if i could bring something for the pot luck (um, you want me to bring pot?). i said ok and went back to sleep for thirty more minutes.

now when i got up, i wasn’t sure if i was dreaming or if eva did call me! had a hard time convincing myelf that she did call, even after i took a peek in my phone’s call log. so i took a quick shower then i headed to the bus stop.

it was my first meeting at my work! and i’ve been working there for seven months now! i bought two half gallon ice cream (that makes a gallon, no?) and some mini-bowls and spoons just in case we don’t have any in stock in the break room. when i got there, the first thing they said was, “you brought ice cream!” instead of, “hi, ken!” ain’t that sweet, HAHA!

the meeting was about relations between co-workers. had too many fights during the past month. he said this, she said that… it’s soooo high school. anyway, eva brought up that i’d be working more hours this summer which is okay. more money for me, hehehe…

then on my way back home (so i could catch some Zzzz since i’ll be working later at ten pm til tomorrow at six in the morning), i took the bus and there was this guy who kept going “hee… tee… hee…” by himself! it’s a loud high-pitched… groan? moan? and it’s driving me nuts! then i realized he wasn’t doing it intentionally. i think he can’t help but give off these noises. he was even hitting himself just to stop himself from making all that sounds! at one point, he even bit himself. and i tell you, i saw them bite marks in his hands, they were pretty deep.

and to top it all of, a big lady, humungous even, got in the bus. she has the biggest ass i have ever seen – and not in a sexy way. she has this oh-my-god-don’t-sit-next-to-me big kind of ass.

that’s it! when i have enough money, i’m buying me a car.