Thursday, November 24, 2005
I Love Sitex!
Coz almost my entire room's occupants have gone to work at Sitex happening at faraway Expo, so no chance they will return. Wahahaha, the sweet smell of peace and quiet. I just love to enjoy the room all by myself...at least till the end of the week.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Rune Midgard Anthology – An Acolyte’s Dream Chapter 10: The Awakening of The Scourge of Morocc…
(Pimp: I know some of you out there who read this pimp's blog will not get what I am typing here, but it's really a story that I am currently doing as part of my magazine work. It's currently in its 17th chapter and I want to document it all in this blog. I remember I left it off at Chapter 9 the other time so here's the rest of tale that I will be posting up now and then...)
...With much traveling, Tellerin arrived at Morocc amidst all the clashing socio-religious sentiments and it was here too that he was shown a glimpse of the harsh realities of life which he had been so shielded against in his Basilica days. The mage, Elihu leaves the desert city after a brief discussion with the young acolyte about idealism and pragmatism in his journey to Geffen to warn the magic city of the impending invasion across the ocean. Tellerin barely had time to sound his goodbyes before hastily trailing after a red-robed figure into the crowds – a red-robed figure he knew only too well…
The Awakening of The Scourge of Morocc…
The scarlet-garbed figure slinked through the marketplace crowds with an ease that is not unlike a well-oiled piece of machinery that left Tellerin breathless in pursuit. Down the lanes and blocks went the acolyte, pushing aside stray merchants and hawkers while desperately trying to get his bearings. Navigating in Morocc can be rather daunting and tedious especially when you are lost in its haphazard streets that were the product of bad city planning in ages past.
“I must not lose the person, even if it’s not the rogue from the Night Masks, surely it must be somebody from that organization,” muttered Tellerin as he narrowly missed being scalded by a street peddler selling local cuisines.
“Perhaps, I would be able to uncover the location of their hideout.”
As the acolyte followed the rogue deeper and deeper into the bowels of the city’s avenues, the look of the much polished city square soon gave way to a more derelict and unkempt part of town that nobody in the right mind in Morocc would ever want to be seen in.
“Bedlam alley, ha, how apt,” commented the first-time stalker as he caught a glimpse of the wooden street sign that has somehow escaped all attempts of defacements and vandalism that the other street properties had suffered, it was as if the denizens of this sector were proud to be living there.
As he looked on, the first sight that greeted Tellerin was the fact that he had somehow been led to the outer reaches of the city, evident by the fact that the streets were strewn with layers of sand, dirt and grime. Here, the doors of the houses remained perpetually closed, a stark difference to the welcoming feel that the main city-square exuded. The citizens of Bedlam also walked around with caution in their steps, eyes shifting nervously for signs of the next hoodlum or cutthroat.
It seemed to Tellerin that the district has obviously been largely ignored by the central government, probably due to the overpowering presence of the local gangs. It also occurred to him that he was also nearing the desert once more as he spied two pyramid spires a few hundred feet away from him – the rest of the structures being lost in the swirling sands. Judging from the position of the sun in the sky, Tellerin deduced that he should be in the North-West quadrant of Morocc.
“Darn, I lost the fellow,” grunted Tellerin as he shielded his eyes from the grains of fine sands that threatened his line of sight. But just as he was about to backtrack, he caught sight of the silhouette of the rogue as the buffeting wind died down a little, revealing the dwindling figure of the rogue walking on towards one of the pyramids in the horizon.
Tellerin picked up his pace.
***
As soon as the red-robed figure entered the cool of the pyramids, a voice boomed in the darkness that caught the rogue by surprise. “So you have returned, Serephine, the Order has been starved of your news since you left, we feared the worst.”
“Oh, do stop that, you know I rarely stumble but the quarry was exceptionally skilled, you sure he was supposed to be just an ordinary clergyman?” replied Serephine as she downed her hood, revealing her locks of auburn hair. Serephine was not someone you would associate with an organization like the Night Masks. With her small build, almost porcelain complexion and girlish looks, she looked almost too aristocratic for an underground movement. Such were the grounds that the Night Masks took as the basis for taking her in when she arrived 18 years ago, carried by a dying maid.
A frail-looking flower would almost attract no attention to its thorns until you touched it and Serephine was such an example. The Night Mask needed Serephine to carry out covert operations and Serephine needed them. To her, the Masks were her family, a surrogate one that replaced hers that perished years ago as told to her by the elders. It all went smoothly for her until she was given this assignment two months ago – to assassinate a high-ranking church leader that the Night Masks have detected to be of threat to the continued peace of the land. The task seemed simple enough until she was almost defeated by this young, fiery acolyte who looked nothing like the weak old men that Serephine thought her target would be.
Perhaps an explanation of the backgrounds of the Night Masks was in order. Founded in the days of the first Moroccan King as part of his elite guards, the Night Masks’ main purposes were to quell the internal strife and restore order to the newly formed city. The Masks were respected by the citizenry and feared by the hardcore law-breakers. The signature red-robes were normally the last things you would see irregardless of which side of the law you were on when they visit as the rogues went about their business with skilled silence and an almost brutal efficiency.
The trend ended during the reign of the fifth King who abolished the need for the Masks as peace has been maintained in Morocc after the iron-fisted rule of the fourth monarch. Disbanded but not destroyed, the Masks were driven underground as they continue to keep watch over the desert city and the land of Rune-Midgard in general, vowing to uphold the fragile state of peace and balance. Lately, the scales were tipped with news of an imminent act of treachery in the folds of the Pronterean Church and the Night Masks were mobilized to deal with the threat under the current Moroccan King, Al-Fahad who was keen to revive the Order but was apprehensive of the political consequences.
“A more pressing matter now threatens us all, my young one,” spoke the voice as its owner stepped out of the shadows, revealing a buffed man with an otherwise bald pate save for a long scalp lock. “It is good that you have come back, for we need your skills in this hour, in fact all the rogues have been called back to Morocc. The Ancient has been awakened,” revealed the bald man grimly.
...With much traveling, Tellerin arrived at Morocc amidst all the clashing socio-religious sentiments and it was here too that he was shown a glimpse of the harsh realities of life which he had been so shielded against in his Basilica days. The mage, Elihu leaves the desert city after a brief discussion with the young acolyte about idealism and pragmatism in his journey to Geffen to warn the magic city of the impending invasion across the ocean. Tellerin barely had time to sound his goodbyes before hastily trailing after a red-robed figure into the crowds – a red-robed figure he knew only too well…
The Awakening of The Scourge of Morocc…
The scarlet-garbed figure slinked through the marketplace crowds with an ease that is not unlike a well-oiled piece of machinery that left Tellerin breathless in pursuit. Down the lanes and blocks went the acolyte, pushing aside stray merchants and hawkers while desperately trying to get his bearings. Navigating in Morocc can be rather daunting and tedious especially when you are lost in its haphazard streets that were the product of bad city planning in ages past.
“I must not lose the person, even if it’s not the rogue from the Night Masks, surely it must be somebody from that organization,” muttered Tellerin as he narrowly missed being scalded by a street peddler selling local cuisines.
“Perhaps, I would be able to uncover the location of their hideout.”
As the acolyte followed the rogue deeper and deeper into the bowels of the city’s avenues, the look of the much polished city square soon gave way to a more derelict and unkempt part of town that nobody in the right mind in Morocc would ever want to be seen in.
“Bedlam alley, ha, how apt,” commented the first-time stalker as he caught a glimpse of the wooden street sign that has somehow escaped all attempts of defacements and vandalism that the other street properties had suffered, it was as if the denizens of this sector were proud to be living there.
As he looked on, the first sight that greeted Tellerin was the fact that he had somehow been led to the outer reaches of the city, evident by the fact that the streets were strewn with layers of sand, dirt and grime. Here, the doors of the houses remained perpetually closed, a stark difference to the welcoming feel that the main city-square exuded. The citizens of Bedlam also walked around with caution in their steps, eyes shifting nervously for signs of the next hoodlum or cutthroat.
It seemed to Tellerin that the district has obviously been largely ignored by the central government, probably due to the overpowering presence of the local gangs. It also occurred to him that he was also nearing the desert once more as he spied two pyramid spires a few hundred feet away from him – the rest of the structures being lost in the swirling sands. Judging from the position of the sun in the sky, Tellerin deduced that he should be in the North-West quadrant of Morocc.
“Darn, I lost the fellow,” grunted Tellerin as he shielded his eyes from the grains of fine sands that threatened his line of sight. But just as he was about to backtrack, he caught sight of the silhouette of the rogue as the buffeting wind died down a little, revealing the dwindling figure of the rogue walking on towards one of the pyramids in the horizon.
Tellerin picked up his pace.
***
As soon as the red-robed figure entered the cool of the pyramids, a voice boomed in the darkness that caught the rogue by surprise. “So you have returned, Serephine, the Order has been starved of your news since you left, we feared the worst.”
“Oh, do stop that, you know I rarely stumble but the quarry was exceptionally skilled, you sure he was supposed to be just an ordinary clergyman?” replied Serephine as she downed her hood, revealing her locks of auburn hair. Serephine was not someone you would associate with an organization like the Night Masks. With her small build, almost porcelain complexion and girlish looks, she looked almost too aristocratic for an underground movement. Such were the grounds that the Night Masks took as the basis for taking her in when she arrived 18 years ago, carried by a dying maid.
A frail-looking flower would almost attract no attention to its thorns until you touched it and Serephine was such an example. The Night Mask needed Serephine to carry out covert operations and Serephine needed them. To her, the Masks were her family, a surrogate one that replaced hers that perished years ago as told to her by the elders. It all went smoothly for her until she was given this assignment two months ago – to assassinate a high-ranking church leader that the Night Masks have detected to be of threat to the continued peace of the land. The task seemed simple enough until she was almost defeated by this young, fiery acolyte who looked nothing like the weak old men that Serephine thought her target would be.
Perhaps an explanation of the backgrounds of the Night Masks was in order. Founded in the days of the first Moroccan King as part of his elite guards, the Night Masks’ main purposes were to quell the internal strife and restore order to the newly formed city. The Masks were respected by the citizenry and feared by the hardcore law-breakers. The signature red-robes were normally the last things you would see irregardless of which side of the law you were on when they visit as the rogues went about their business with skilled silence and an almost brutal efficiency.
The trend ended during the reign of the fifth King who abolished the need for the Masks as peace has been maintained in Morocc after the iron-fisted rule of the fourth monarch. Disbanded but not destroyed, the Masks were driven underground as they continue to keep watch over the desert city and the land of Rune-Midgard in general, vowing to uphold the fragile state of peace and balance. Lately, the scales were tipped with news of an imminent act of treachery in the folds of the Pronterean Church and the Night Masks were mobilized to deal with the threat under the current Moroccan King, Al-Fahad who was keen to revive the Order but was apprehensive of the political consequences.
“A more pressing matter now threatens us all, my young one,” spoke the voice as its owner stepped out of the shadows, revealing a buffed man with an otherwise bald pate save for a long scalp lock. “It is good that you have come back, for we need your skills in this hour, in fact all the rogues have been called back to Morocc. The Ancient has been awakened,” revealed the bald man grimly.
So Cold Your Nipples Can Fall Off...
It's a blistery day today...brrr, better off asleep. Anyhow, just got wind of a probable bonus payout in December. Will it come to pass? Only God knows.
So sleepy now...and bored...and restless...listless...head is nodding like crazy, why am I even here??? I can hear my bed in Toa Payoh beckoning me into its soft embrace.
So sleepy now...and bored...and restless...listless...head is nodding like crazy, why am I even here??? I can hear my bed in Toa Payoh beckoning me into its soft embrace.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Baring the Pimp...
Get to know yourself better
This is a very accurate depiction of Da Pimp simply because I have these things being said about me by people I know. Wanna try it? Here's the link: http://http://quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx
Your view on yourself:
You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.
The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:
You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.
Your readiness to commit to a relationship:
You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.
The seriousness of your love:
Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.
Your views on education
Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.
The right job for you:
You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.
How do you view success:
You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.
What are you most afraid of:
You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.
Who is your true self:
You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.
Another one of those songs I like...
Now listening to I'd Rather by Luther Vandross on the radio. I just like such songs and some of Luther's tracks. God bless his soul.
I thought sometime alone
was what we really needed
you said this time would hurt more than it helps
but I couldn't see that
I thought it was the end
of a beautiful story
and so I left the one I loved at home to be alone (alone)
and I tried to find
out if this one thing is true
that I'm nothing without you
I know better now
and I've had a change of heart
I'd rather have bad times with you, than good times with someone else
I'd rather be beside you in a storm, than safe and warm by myself
I'd rather have hard times together, than to have it easy apart
I'd rather have the one who holds my heart
whoo-oo-oo-oo yeah
And then I met someone
and thought she could replace you
we got a long just fine
we wasted time because she was not you
we had a lot of fun
though we knew we were faking
love was not impressed with our connection they were all lies, all lies
so I'm here cause I found this one thing is true
that I'm nothing without you
I know better now
and I've had a change of heart
I'd rather have bad times with you, than good times with someone else
I'd rather be beside you in a storm, than safe and warm by myself
I'd rather have hard times together, than to have it easy apart
I'd rather have the one who holds my heart
who holds my heart
I can't blame you if you turn away from me, like I've done you,
I can only prove the things I say with time,
please be mine,
I'd rather have bad times with (please be mine) you,
than good times with someone else (I know)
I'd rather be beside you in a storm (anytime),
than safe and warm by myself (so sure baby)
I'd rather have hard times to gether,
than to have it easy apart
I'd rather have the one who holds my heart (my heart)
I'd rather have bad times with you (surely),
than good times with someone else (surely)
I'd rather be beside you in a storm (oh yeah),
than safe and warm by myself (all by myself)
I'd rather have hard times together,
than to have it easy apart (you know it)
I'd rather have the one who holds my heart
I'd rather have the one who holds my heart
I'd rather have the one who holds my heart
whoooo... who holds my heart
- I'd Rather, Luther Vandross
Not so good leh, the Potter
Just came back from the screening of Potter yesterday night when I watched the sneaks, I must say that the entire 2.5 hour movie pretty much sucked. I really don't think it was so good after all, which is a letdown after the rather spectacular trailer that was shown in theatres and the official website.
Nothing wrong with the cast and all, Radcliffe and company are still carrying off the titles characters well and I dare say the kids are definitely improving and moving more into character as the instalments go by. The Hogwarts CGI-ed grounds and towering spires are still impressive and man, those Dragons are HOT, but still I am left with an empty feeling inside and didn't quite enjoy the movie.
The reasons?
Off hand, I can think of a couple.
One of the major faults of the movie is its relative brevity. In this age when you will not even bat an eyelid anymore when you hear about three hour or more movies, Goblet of Fire's 2.5 hour screen time seems too short and it is! I mean the book is well over 500 pages if I am not wrong and there was so many details and plots that were left out that it made some parts of the movie disjointed and incoherent. It's a lucky thing I have read the book which helps since I can remember some bits of the original tale and still string the pieces together, but not for those who have not read the Rowling scrawls.
The entire tournament setup is also not that exciting and fails make me anticipate and worry about the fates of the other Champions besides only Harry (only because he's the damn lead) since the rest of the foreign students and even Cedric Diggory was so glossed over. In fact, I don't even give two hoots even if they died, which of course Cedric did in the end and I didn't really feel a thing for his demise since the entire movie he appeared like what, five times?
Conversely, I really felt sad and depressed when he died in the book because the prose simply make me feel more for him as a character.
The beginning bits about the Riddle estate was also loosely written over as well as the Quidditch World Cup sequence which was one of the memorable parts in the book. It's a pity really if they have shown the entire Bulgaria vs Ireland (if I am not wrong) match. It would be breathtaking, but I think they sunk in alot of money doing the Dragon animation that's why.
The Tri-Wizard tournament also simply degenerated into yet another Hollywood display of graphical technology and special effects widzardry (no pun intended). The Hungarian HornTail is frighteningly huge and menacing, the merfolk and those sotong creatures in the Black Lake are an absolutely horrific bunch and of course the resurrection ritual of Voldermort at the end is a visual treat but that's about it. I think I paid 8 bucks just to watch some fine computer animations and not the drama that I have come to expect from the previous Potter films. There's no growing pains and adolescent anguish here from Harry, only the feelings of crushes and a short fight with Ron. Hermione was also reduced to a role that looks really good but her sharp wit and Miss Know-It-All demeanor are somewhat diminished.
And don't get me started on Cho Chang.
To me, Cho is a really pretty girl in the books, especially since she hails from the lesser heard of Ravenclaw House. She was the one chance that Ravenclaw would be remembered and the Director had to cast Katie Leung for the role. No offence to young Katie, I think she has potential to act and she really did try to get into the role of Cho, but I think she is not that suitable for the character. Maybe it's Katie's looks (not that she is ugly, mind you, just not pretty and striking enough) that doesn't really do justice to Cho. I would have oh so wished that they used Kristen Kruek instead. Serious.
Oh well.
But still, the movie does have some redeeming factors. The visuals as I mentioned before are good and the whole feel of the franchise is still retained so Potter fans need not be so uptight over the flaws. It's too bad since Goblet of Fire is really one of the most exciting and well-written books so far (my personal fave) and it has to be presented this way which results in it being a little off-balanced and hard to understand for the non-readers while the previous ones had no such problems.
They could have just made it into a two part movie and release it a few months shy of each other a la Matrix Reloaded and Revolutions, I don't mind. And I am sure there are many others out there who will share my view. But of course the Hollywood people didn't.
All things said, you guys out there should still watch it, fellow readers like Sha would still probably enjoy the show and I admit I could be a little nit-picky here since this is obviously my fave episode barring my reading of the Half-Blood Prince which I have yet to do since the hardback book is damn expensive (at $45.10, but Kinokuniya having it at 25% off last I saw two days back).
Still, give me the $19.90 paperback version and I will tell you what I think.
But before that happens, the movie adaptation of Goblet of Fire is a display of fine cinematography gone a little wrong when you know that your screenplay writers and adaptation crew didn't really serve up a good platter of Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans and good old Pumpkin Juice.
Nothing wrong with the cast and all, Radcliffe and company are still carrying off the titles characters well and I dare say the kids are definitely improving and moving more into character as the instalments go by. The Hogwarts CGI-ed grounds and towering spires are still impressive and man, those Dragons are HOT, but still I am left with an empty feeling inside and didn't quite enjoy the movie.
The reasons?
Off hand, I can think of a couple.
One of the major faults of the movie is its relative brevity. In this age when you will not even bat an eyelid anymore when you hear about three hour or more movies, Goblet of Fire's 2.5 hour screen time seems too short and it is! I mean the book is well over 500 pages if I am not wrong and there was so many details and plots that were left out that it made some parts of the movie disjointed and incoherent. It's a lucky thing I have read the book which helps since I can remember some bits of the original tale and still string the pieces together, but not for those who have not read the Rowling scrawls.
The entire tournament setup is also not that exciting and fails make me anticipate and worry about the fates of the other Champions besides only Harry (only because he's the damn lead) since the rest of the foreign students and even Cedric Diggory was so glossed over. In fact, I don't even give two hoots even if they died, which of course Cedric did in the end and I didn't really feel a thing for his demise since the entire movie he appeared like what, five times?
Conversely, I really felt sad and depressed when he died in the book because the prose simply make me feel more for him as a character.
The beginning bits about the Riddle estate was also loosely written over as well as the Quidditch World Cup sequence which was one of the memorable parts in the book. It's a pity really if they have shown the entire Bulgaria vs Ireland (if I am not wrong) match. It would be breathtaking, but I think they sunk in alot of money doing the Dragon animation that's why.
The Tri-Wizard tournament also simply degenerated into yet another Hollywood display of graphical technology and special effects widzardry (no pun intended). The Hungarian HornTail is frighteningly huge and menacing, the merfolk and those sotong creatures in the Black Lake are an absolutely horrific bunch and of course the resurrection ritual of Voldermort at the end is a visual treat but that's about it. I think I paid 8 bucks just to watch some fine computer animations and not the drama that I have come to expect from the previous Potter films. There's no growing pains and adolescent anguish here from Harry, only the feelings of crushes and a short fight with Ron. Hermione was also reduced to a role that looks really good but her sharp wit and Miss Know-It-All demeanor are somewhat diminished.
And don't get me started on Cho Chang.
To me, Cho is a really pretty girl in the books, especially since she hails from the lesser heard of Ravenclaw House. She was the one chance that Ravenclaw would be remembered and the Director had to cast Katie Leung for the role. No offence to young Katie, I think she has potential to act and she really did try to get into the role of Cho, but I think she is not that suitable for the character. Maybe it's Katie's looks (not that she is ugly, mind you, just not pretty and striking enough) that doesn't really do justice to Cho. I would have oh so wished that they used Kristen Kruek instead. Serious.
Oh well.
But still, the movie does have some redeeming factors. The visuals as I mentioned before are good and the whole feel of the franchise is still retained so Potter fans need not be so uptight over the flaws. It's too bad since Goblet of Fire is really one of the most exciting and well-written books so far (my personal fave) and it has to be presented this way which results in it being a little off-balanced and hard to understand for the non-readers while the previous ones had no such problems.
They could have just made it into a two part movie and release it a few months shy of each other a la Matrix Reloaded and Revolutions, I don't mind. And I am sure there are many others out there who will share my view. But of course the Hollywood people didn't.
All things said, you guys out there should still watch it, fellow readers like Sha would still probably enjoy the show and I admit I could be a little nit-picky here since this is obviously my fave episode barring my reading of the Half-Blood Prince which I have yet to do since the hardback book is damn expensive (at $45.10, but Kinokuniya having it at 25% off last I saw two days back).
Still, give me the $19.90 paperback version and I will tell you what I think.
But before that happens, the movie adaptation of Goblet of Fire is a display of fine cinematography gone a little wrong when you know that your screenplay writers and adaptation crew didn't really serve up a good platter of Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans and good old Pumpkin Juice.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Potter Magic
Yay! Tonight will be trooping down to watch Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire, a movie I have been waiting for a very long time since after finishing the book which I thought was the best yet of the titles released so far (bearing in mind I have yet to read The Half-Blood Prince...waiting for the paperback version).
A little disappointed that Cho Chang couldn't look a little better because I really do not think that Katie Leung is pretty but I stand corrected during the movie's screening. Maybe Hollywood magic will indeed make her into "Chio" Chang.
I cannot wait to also watch the Tri-Wizard challenges, the underwater tasks, the dragons (I think got 4 in all if my memory doesn't fail me) as well as this last challenge that involved the Maze and which the prize is actually a devious Port Key that leads Harry and Cedric Diggory to Voldermort...opps, did I give too much away?? What's a Port Key anyway? Watch this movie to find out or better yet, read the damn books, they are good!!
Ahh....Look at Hermione...
I just think Emma Watson is so darn cute, and I am not a cradle snatcher!
Only in your dreams, Ron. LOL
A little disappointed that Cho Chang couldn't look a little better because I really do not think that Katie Leung is pretty but I stand corrected during the movie's screening. Maybe Hollywood magic will indeed make her into "Chio" Chang.
I cannot wait to also watch the Tri-Wizard challenges, the underwater tasks, the dragons (I think got 4 in all if my memory doesn't fail me) as well as this last challenge that involved the Maze and which the prize is actually a devious Port Key that leads Harry and Cedric Diggory to Voldermort...opps, did I give too much away?? What's a Port Key anyway? Watch this movie to find out or better yet, read the damn books, they are good!!
Ahh....Look at Hermione...
I just think Emma Watson is so darn cute, and I am not a cradle snatcher!
Only in your dreams, Ron. LOL
Monday, November 14, 2005
Gig with Today
Just when I thought I am going to be dead stuck in the rut where i am now, here comes a wonderful freelance gig with Today when the paper's editor contacted me to write a piece about the upcoming World Cyber Games for them! Ya, I know...conflict of interest, blah, blah, balh but I don't really give a hoot lah. When a man's gotta eat, he's gotta eat and anyway, what's the harm? It's not like I am replicating something I wrote in the Mag onto the Paper.
But anyhow, the gig was originally priced at 200 bucks for 500 words. I ended doing 700+ words and got a 150 dollar increment for my efforts! What a nice surprise! I really wish and pray that I can continue to write for Today and to be frank, I do fancy my chances that they will call me back. Already, they have asked if I can do an interview at WCG for them. I told them I can try my best to fit it in amidst my full-time work schedule (don't forget I will also be covering the WCG in the Mag) and am now waiting for them to furnish me with the details.
If I get lucky, who knows, I may be in the Paper!
You are... Gluttony!
Which Sin Are You?
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I say, heap it on!
But anyhow, the gig was originally priced at 200 bucks for 500 words. I ended doing 700+ words and got a 150 dollar increment for my efforts! What a nice surprise! I really wish and pray that I can continue to write for Today and to be frank, I do fancy my chances that they will call me back. Already, they have asked if I can do an interview at WCG for them. I told them I can try my best to fit it in amidst my full-time work schedule (don't forget I will also be covering the WCG in the Mag) and am now waiting for them to furnish me with the details.
If I get lucky, who knows, I may be in the Paper!
You are... Gluttony!
Which Sin Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
I say, heap it on!
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