But I suddenly remembered that I have portrayed antagonists in the past as well. Way back in high school, we had a class project (a play, actually) on alternative endings for "Florante At Laura", a work by one of the The Philippines' historical National Artists, Francisco Balagtas. Each section of our year level was competing against one another. There were six sections, so there were six alternative endings for the story. Our section focused on a plot for the main character's best friend, Menandro, who became an envious traitor. Guess who "Menandro" was? On another class project (a movie this time), I played a government official who abused the protagonist at some point in the story. I loved it whenever I said, "Ma, gagabihin ako mamaya ha, may shooting kami" before leaving the house to attend classes. It felt like being part of an indie film (which technically, it really was) and we were some sort of young celebrities, in a way. Reality bit when I noticed that I was also part of the makeshift 'production crew'. HAHAHA!!!! It was ironic but nostalgic. Almost nothing really beats the memories of high school life. During college, on the other hand, I declaimed "The Despair of Judas" in English class. The rebel in me chose that piece. I remember that the "Judas" part stuck, because some of my classmates jokingly referred to me as such, even calling my cheap rubber shoes "Air Judas" at the time. It was laughable.
I guess I really am cut for a "villain", on somewhat trivial things at least. I just hope it doesn't cross over to more personal matters! HAHAHA!!!! Well I guess in some cases it has, I just didn't notice and wasn't really planning deliberately. I have come to accept that I am many different things to many different people, and one of them is that guy who initiates the "bad news", especially when it comes to my work, which also involves disconnection of utilities.
It's funny how I can recall those distant details and forget where I left my pen or put my files just a while ago, then look for them in obscure places. Forgetfulness and ASSUMPTIONS Considered, MY BRAIN IS THE REAL BAD GUY! (...or at least a Hemisphere of it!)
