What if I was Jack Bauer...I just finished watching Day 5 of 24. I love that show. It's the best show ever. To my horror I missed 3 episodes, the last 15 mins of another and had two doubles. I read somewhere that fox will be rebroadcasting them 2 hours at a time starting in July. When does those damn DVD's come out? Last night I had a dream that I was Jack Bauer...
*cue dream sequence special effect*
My name is Jack Bauer, today has been the longest day of my life. Now that the day is over, I'd like to spend an episode blogging about it. Today started off just like any other day then...
-I flew two helicopters.
-I talked to the President of the United States 18 times.
-My daughter was kidnapped and rescued 3 times.
-She got attacked by a cougar twice.
-I was accused and acquitted of assassinating a former President of the United States twice.
-I drove five different coloured Ford Expeditions.
-I secretly boarded, hi-jacked and landed a foreign ministers jet on the freeway.
-My wife visited me at work 8 times.
-I drew my gun 4 times and killed 18 ppl whilst wounding several others.
-My wife was killed by a former girl friend.
-I did not sleep, eat, or use the bathroom.
-I acquired and lost a vital piece of evidence 14 times.
-I got in two car accidents.
-I changed my cloths 3 times.
-I talked on my cell phone 84 times while only talking to 4 different ppl.
-I got in five fights.
...so basically it was just like any other day.
If I was really Jack Bauer this is how my season would really play out.
The following happens between 12am-1am.
Season opener entitled "I Go To Sleep."
Between 1am-2am "I'm Still Sleeping"
Between 2am-3am "I'm Still Sleeping Part 2"
Between 3am-4am "I'm Still Sleeping Part 3"
Between 4am-5am "I'm Still Sleeping Part 4"
At this point the series probably gets cancelled. I suppose I could start the season with me waking up and making breakfast as I check my e-mail. But then the Season Finale would be me going to bed.
So I met the Prime Minister of Canada. It was pretty boring. Me and one of my writers get there early to go through security which consisted of an RCMP officer giving me the hairy eyeball while I talked on the phone. Supposedly he was supposed to inspect my gear and press credentials, which I printed on my computer an hour earlier. I listened to some speeches, I took a lot of pictures. I watched him walk around kissing babies. Ate some crappy food. That was about it.
I'm getting kinda tired, I think I'll take a nap for an episode before going for a run for an episode and then maybe watch some TV for a couple of episodes.
Rhoel.
Prime TimeApparently I'm meeting the Prime Minister of Canada tomorrow. Apparently I'm covering a dinner he'll be attending. I could tell you details, but I'd have to kill you...apparently. Speaking of Heads of State, now that the season of 24 is over my brother and I started watching the episodes I've been collecting. There's no way I can watch this show from week to week. There's no way. We're at about 9 pm and all I have to say is that I want to kick President Logan in the nuts. He's proof positive that one can achieve anything if one has the right ppl around him, no matter how much of an incompetent jack ass one is. Without spoiling it for anyone who follows the show and hasn't seen this season yet...his character is about to get very interesting I think.
Of all the Prime Ministers and Presidents I've met my favorite was this kid named Freddy. He was the Prime Minister of my school when I was a junior. We were in Drama Club together and we actually liked to partner together when we did excercises, we actually had a talented bunch. I think our class held the record of causing 3 mental breakdowns in one semester for substitute teachers. One of us even made it to Hollywood, Kristen. She was in "Dog Park", "Way of the Gun" a few others, all the local TV shows, X-files etc. All I remember of Kristen was that she was hot, the kind of hot that was uber intimidating. But she was taller than me and therefore never really an option, not that I orbited in her stratosphere anyways. She was more a friend of one of my best friends Tom McIntyre, whom I also saw on TV a few years ago. Except he was on TV because he was a dumb ass that went snow boarding out of bounds and got lost for a few days. One of us I saw the other day was headlining at the Giggle Dam. And then there was Freddy. Freddy has been in tons of movies, bit parts in "A Guy Thing", "Just Friends" but his true claim to fame is "Corner Gas" a Canadian TV show.
When I first met him I thought he was Howie Mandel's clone. I heard about his legendary Prime Minister's debate the previous year. Instead of debating the topics he did a stand up routine that won him the election by a landslide. I've met a lot of famous ppl lots of Phillipine Hollywood types, but most I met after they had become famous. It's cool that I met a few that I can say, I knew them when...
One of my life goals is to live without regrets. One of the regrets I can never fix was that I never pursued acting. Not that I think that I'd be any good or anything, it's just that it was something I really liked and I never even tried. The fact that I'm a crappy liar probably tips my hand that I'd most likely be a very bad actor (perhaps I'm not committed to the material?). I think that dancing somewhat makes up for this regret. When I'm on stage I get a little taste of what I'm missing. This is why I feel so grateful and fortunate that dancing found me. But anytime I see either Kristen or Freddy on TV or film I'm happy that some of us made it but at the same time I'm reminded of what could have been. Hopefully no regrets.
Rhoel.
You know how it is when you decide to lie and say the check is in the mail, and
then you remember it really is? I'm like that all the time.
-- Steven Wright
It's Ma Birfday......and I'll cry if I want to. At this time I choose not to cry.
There are certain days of the year that ppl naturally go into review mode. Usually it's New Years, but other times it's anniversaries, birthdays, etc because they mark time in a way more personal than the standard calendar. Surprisingly I've never written about my birthday in my three years writing a blog, I checked. Last year I was excited about a car. The year before that I was excited about a girl. Holly shite has it been two years since my last real relationship? And it wasn't even that real! On one hand birthday's aren't really a big deal in my family. When I was a kid my mom used to go all out. We'd have a party at school with my class, then we'd do the whole family luau thing. What's a flip word for luau? Then when I turned maybe 12 it didn't really become a big deal anymore. I think that was the year my friends came over and discoverd my extensive toy collection and started to *gasp* play with them! Soon it down graded to just a family party, then it became just a drinking fest with my fiends. Now we don't even do a family dinner or nothing. I think usually this time of year I'm exited about a coming show at this time and with my birthday being in the first half of the calendar year I'm usually still fresh off my last review.
My biggest birthday moments...
This one time in grade 12 me and my friends were at a party and we decided we were going to get drunk at school for my birthday the following Friday. We were drunk at the time and it seemed like a good idea...at the time. The following Monday My cousin Carlo and my best friend Sherman told me to come to school early and to dress well. They set up a photo shoot in front of the school where Carlo had changed the lettering on the billboard to read. "We love you Rhoel, happy birthday!" Or something like that. I don't even know if it said 'happy birthday'. I still have those photo's somewhere. More than a few students saw us and word started spreading about our plans for Friday. It was way heaty 'cause too many ppl knew and I thought word would get to the teachers so I said we were planning something else. So each day we did something different and each day more ppl joined in. It became Rhoel Juatco birthday week. Of course the party in the upper parking lot still happened on the Friday.
I suppose my best birthday was my 30th in Hawaii. First of all I was in Hawaii, hello! Second of all it was my 30th. And on top off all that it was just the perfect day. I got up real early and went surfing by myself just to zone and reflect on things. I went and checked birthday e-mails from ppl all the way on the other side of the world. Me, Kat, and all our roommates went to a luau that night and got totally hammered. I can't believe Hawaii was that long ago.
Rhoel.
-I almost had a psychic girlfriend but she left me before we met.-Steven Wright
If you ever see me in church...and I happen to be smiling...I'm not religious at all, but my parents are so from time to time you'll see me at church, usually a BLD related function. As a kid my mom made me go to church till I was about 10 or 11. Of course as soon as I arrived I'd immediately start to day dream. As soon as I'd hear the word, 'miracle' or something of the like I'd start thinking about how I'd react if I actually saw someone part an ocean or walk on water, or turn water into beer. So as a consequence in my adult life every time I go to church this same thing always happens to me. I think about how everyone around me would react if I started to float in mid air, or if I started shooting lightning out of my eyes...then I start to smile uncontrollably trying not to laugh. LOL. This thought usually happens whenever I bow my head and close my eyes. I spent my weekend helping out for the BLD Singles Encounter weekend. I did a lot of smiling.
A few things I've been wondering about lately:
-In movies they do things like "throw drinks" in ppls faces, and other grand gestures that personally have never seen. If I ever saw that my first thought would be "What a waste of a 6 dollar drink, she should have asked for a glass of water before she became outraged!" I have never seen someone or heard of anyone proposing by putting a ring in the food. If I ever saw that I'd think 'pure cheese, if I was her I'd say no just on that bases alone.' How about the girl that storms out during dinner. If I'm getting a free meal I'd storm out afterwards. Or slaps someone in the face. If some bitch slapped me in the face I'm slapping her back. Or how about that moment of attraction when they have "the long stare" and the proverbial violinist appears beside the table. If I'm staring deeply into someone's eyes for more than like two seconds I'm either going in for the kiss or I'm changing the subject. Or how about the beat before the moment of attraction when your true true love shows up to save you from a lifetime of misery and your realize "how can I have been so wrong?". Or how about the lonely guy at the bar getting drunk because of a girl and the bar tender giving him an epiphany. That guy is a loser, no wonder he got dumped and the bartender is thinking the same thing too. Do these things ever happen? At what point does one say "Hold it now, that's completely unrealistic, even thou I've seen it in the movies a million times I just don't buy it." I wonder how many ppl do things only because they'd seen it in a movie?
-What exactly is a 'dumb fuck'? Isn't a fuck a fuck? And is it not generally a good thing? Shouldn't 'dumb fuck' be another word for 'easy'?
-How about the saying "are you shitting me?" What exactly does that mean? That's ok I think I've only heard white ppl say that, or ppl from Cloverdale and beyond.
-Do ppl actually tell the priest EVERYTHING at confession? Like if you killed someone would you tell him? Or if you cheated on your diet with 15 french fries, would you tell him?
Rhoel
-All those who believe in psychokinesis raise my hand.-
-What's another word for Thesaurus?-Steven Wright
In My LifeThere are places I'll remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all...I think of my blog as an online diary. Although I'm not naive enough to believe that my thoughts on here are for my eyes only I honestly don't care who else's eyes trip these pages because the exhbitonist in me knows that Big Brother is always watching and that one can ever take the pee out of the pool. A thousand years from now someone is going to Google a famous descendent of mine of the same name and dig up my long lost blog and read up on someone long since dead and buried. Perhaps my kids and grandkids can look me up and get to know me like how I was when I was alive. I would loved to have met my mom and dad, my great relatives, when they were growing up and making there way in the world today.
Everyone goes thru this world collecting memories and experiences. For some reason I remember things, odd little bits that mean absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of eternity. Even to me these little things probably amount to a 'a poor player strutting and fretting his hour on the stage'...but for some reason some things stay. And I want to get as many of them down as possible before I forget and my mental hard drive is purged forever. So let us begin.
During the early days of KP I didn't think I would last. It was so early in the game that we weren't even KP yet, we were Kababayan(g?) Pilipino still. Back then if one said KP I'd be thinking, "What's that some kind of fish? Fish bait?" I didn't think they were the type of ppl I'd build my life around. I thought they were snobby and elitest. They represented everything I was afraid of becoming. The only person I kind of knew was Nick, and that was only because he went out with a girl I went to school with. And the only time she talked of Nick was when things weren't so great. So my preconception of Nick was that he was a playa extrordinaire. I also knew Dinah A because she did a hip hop routine at a fashion show I did this one time. The only reason I remembered her was because she reminded me of a flip Paula Abdul. During the early days of KP we did this one epic camping in the Okanogan valley. A few things I remembered was Nick being stressed because he was the one that did the research online and all the places he booked and we visited weren't anywhere near suitable. I remember making a funny random joke about propane tanks painted like cow print. I remember how on the third day the Chinese bag soup was the best soup I ever tasted ever. I remember lots of drinking, or don't remember. I remember how we took over the campsite and it became KPstock. I remember piggy backing little Mimi from party to party because she was too drunk to walk and I was too drunk to realize I probably shouldn't be piggy backing anyone. There are a few more little things I remember.
I think that it was during that trip that I really started to become KP. At that point I had done a show already, but I still felt like an outsider. It was that trip that I first started making personal connections. Dinah A was worried her bf Ken would get lost. He was a few hours behind the main group, I think he was with the group coming with Jeff L. that worked late that night. She was worried because we were in the 15th nameless random campsite in a nameless random city, and that he was trying to find a needle in a haystack following super vague instructions. She was distressed because nobody wanted to come with her to the supposed rondevous spot. So I decided to come with. Most of the dialogue of the next 2 hours really didn't matter. Most of what I remember was how worried she was, completely leaning on someone she barely knew. I remember thinking that in my lifetime I had never been that worried for someone. Mostly it was like watching a documentary of something that was so alien to me that every moment was completely fascinating. Of course as soon as Ken showed up all her worries melted away and were forgotten, as she brushed past me and pulled him down the road. But I remember. Not the details of course. In fact it may not even have been Ken and Dinah. Now that I think of it, it may have been Jeff and Gillian (actually that makes more sence). It may even be ppl I've completly forgotten and I may even be confusing different camping trips. The only thing I can be 100% sure of was that it was hella hot, that I needed another beer and that circa nineteenninetyforgotten we didn't use the word 'hella'. For some reason I'll probably never ever realize I'll never forget that day.
Rhoel.
...for people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life...The BeatlesOr according to the legendary uncle Fernando Valdes, The BeatLess.
