"ibang klase kang rockstar, fans mo bingi."

"You're a different class of rockstar- your fans are deaf."

(Yes, the translation is mine. If I get kicked out of UPM I can put subtitles in Filipino films for a living. And yes, that's the director's signature there. The marker was Tella's, I think.)

So yesterday night we watched Dinig Sana Kita., and because of Dinig Sana Kita we had no Comm the next day. That isn't even one of the best things about the film, though it may have come close.

With a title like that, it's obviously about deafness. Well, no, not really. It's about deafness and rock stars and teenagers growing the hell up, and it was fun. Because you have to be good to be able to pull off a feel-good movie about deafness and rock stars and teenagers growing the hell up, even without having studio heads poking into what you're doing.

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If there's anything in the world I love as much as not being busy, it's being busy.

Also! (This did not fall down from the sky.) Even though I know that, by virtue of being imaginary, or if otherwise due to financial, geographical, and academical constraints, you, whoever you may be, probably will not be able to watch, I'll extend an invitation anyway- TRP is tomorrow, 5:00 p.m., the Fleur-de-Lis audi. I still don't know what TRP stands for, but we're in it, so it'll be awesome. The fact that we're still cramming our choreo and our costumes is completely irrelevant.

"ibang klase kang rockstar, fans mo bingi."

"You're a different class of rockstar- your fans are deaf."

(Yes, the translation is mine. If I get kicked out of UPM I can put subtitles in Filipino films for a living. And yes, that's the director's signature there. The marker was Tella's, I think.)

So yesterday night we watched Dinig Sana Kita., and because of Dinig Sana Kita we had no Comm the next day. That isn't even one of the best things about the film, though it may have come close.

With a title like that, it's obviously about deafness. Well, no, not really. It's about deafness and rock stars and teenagers growing the hell up, and it was fun. Because you have to be good to be able to pull off a feel-good movie about deafness and rock stars and teenagers growing the hell up, even without having studio heads poking into what you're doing.

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If there's anything in the world I love as much as not being busy, it's being busy.

Also! (This did not fall down from the sky.) Even though I know that, by virtue of being imaginary, or if otherwise due to financial, geographical, and academical constraints, you, whoever you may be, probably will not be able to watch, I'll extend an invitation anyway- TRP is tomorrow, 5:00 p.m., the Fleur-de-Lis audi. I still don't know what TRP stands for, but we're in it, so it'll be awesome. The fact that we're still cramming our choreo and our costumes is completely irrelevant.