and such and such, more.THE MODERN HIDALGO: Entry_022
Written: Sunday. July 28, 2019.
I didn’t get to write a journal entry yesterday, Saturday. Technically, I did, but that was for Friday’s entry. It’s just that I was a bit late on it, and ended up writing the entry within 1–2 am in the morning of Saturday.
What proceeded afterwards was a whole day of shooting a prenup. I was too busy with that, and when we got back to Kurt’s house, we were too drained of our energy, that there was nothing left for us to do but to go to sleep.
And so that’s what happened.I slept until 9 am. Took a bath. And decided to catch another nap, which caused me to wake up at 2 pm. This was awhile ago, just to be clear.
I spent an hour or so transferring photos and videos from SD cards to my laptop, and then from my laptop to Kurt’s External Hard Drive. I can’t recall if I did this before I went back to take a nap, or after the nap.
I took off from Kurt’s place at around 3 pm. Arrived at Araneta Center — Cubao at around 4 pm. Spent 30 minutes browsing Fully Booked, as I always do. Spent another 30 minutes eating. Or was it 45 minutes, since I arrived here at the house at around 6 pm or so…
I unpacked my stuff. Opened up the computer, and browsed for awhile. Watched a few vlogs, and then went off to SM San Lazaro.
Before going to SM San Lazaro, I was supposed to take a tricycle from Dela Fuente Street (the street just a block away from our street) in order to get to Chinese General Hospital, so that I could visit my dad, who just got done with his Bypass Operation, and is still healing.
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The tricycle drivers thought that they were so clever, adding 10 pesos more from the regular fair, which was 50 pesos — even if you’re just one person riding the trike.
Even as I got to the back side of SM San Lazaro, where there are tricycles lined up, hoping to get rides from people going out of the mall — I proceeded to ask the trike driver how much I’m gonna have to pay for me to get to the Hospital. He still confidently says 60 pesos for the whole trip.
Man, the nerve of these people, swindling travel money from civilians, when in reality, a lot of sub-urban trikes—and I know this to be true—cost a whole lot less than these Manila Tricycles.
They are even technically illegal trike terminals. Meaning, they don’t operate for some franchise or company. These are personal trike owners. Who line up everyday, to confidently swindle money from us civilians.
I know that these people are within the lower wage workers, but that doesn’t give them the right to cheat, not only from other people, but life in general. These so called “hard workers” are only getting that title, because they don’t like, or are even capable of understanding what it means to do things in accordance to what is deemed LEGAL.
They only know a broken system such as what they’re currently doing with the overpriced trike trips, because these are the things they see the most. And it’s a system that a lot of other trike drivers follow along with. And they don’t give a second to question the legality, or even the remote benefit of participating in such an endeavor, or the lack thereof, as this broken system of “hard work”.
If I could only have the power to fix what needs to be fixed, especially when it comes to these corrupt entities, then by all means, I won’t hesitate to do so.
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Going back to Yesterday (Saturday), we did a prenup shoot for this couple that my friend Kurt knows. The soon-to-be husband was one of Kurt’s grade school teachers. So there wasn’t really that much tension when it came to doing the shoot.
It was a really fun day, overall. Because we got to have fun doing the shoot, since it didn’t really feel like we were doing a job. It felt more like we were hanging out, taking photos and videos of a couple we knew.
I really wanted to be able to go along with this gig with my friend Kurt, because I’ve never really experienced a prenup shoot, or wedding shoots before. So I was excited, and a little bit of afraid before the actual day.
Because I was thinking of what it might be like, the photo shoot. I don’t really know my way around it yet prior to yesterday. I’ve only done gigs such as Short Films.
Turns out, it was pretty much like how things happened on Shooting Days for Short Films. We were the crew. We used the same equipment as we would for Short Films. The couple was the surrogate for actors on a set. And the set was whatever location we were at, and when we needed to fix the design of the set, we’d just move things around, hoping to get something good.
So yeah, doing the prenup shoot just felt like a natural thing for me.Though I’m curious as to find out what it would be like if we had booked a client we didn’t really know of. Meaning, we don’t really have a personal connection with them, and that their characters were unknown to us. So that our actions would depend on the level of socializing we could do with the new found connection to these people. Plus, the pressure of meeting the quality of output, so that we get paid at the end of the day.
I’m curious as to find out how that would play out, but I’m not hoping to encounter it. Ever.I feel like I would only ever enjoy a gig like this if the odds were in our favor. That we are able to joke around with the client, and not having to deal with the old “client versus employee” etiquette that is so frustrating to deal with, especially on our line of work as creatives.
I want to keep going on this entry, but I feel like I might double up the word count. So I’ll just probably end it here for today.
I’ll talk about a story idea a had today—tomorrow. So stay tuned.
Word of the Day: Vagabundulo.
- a prank or unscrupulous trick designed to deceive someone — in other words, one that might be played by a vagabond.
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