OFFICIAL PRESS RELEASE
charlie castelo is still alive, though just barely.
truth be revealed (this sounds more dramatic than the usual 'truth be told'), a lot has happened since the last time he posted. he's written quite a few pieces for his masteral classes and is actually tempted to just upload an essay from his non-fiction class to shortcut this entry-making routine (if one could call a sporadic habit a routine.). yesterday, he was just smoking outside palma hall when suspicious looking boys extended hands to him for handshake. he pulled his earphone out and raised an eyebrow. "what?" later on, he would find out that these were frat neofights who made the stupid mistake of thinking he was a fratboy.
charlie the fratboy.
he is now a semi-career boy to boot and has started training in b-scanb, a family corporation. he is trying to memorize which forms would land him a reservation for an obvan, or which ones to accomplish for props and costumes. a million forms to remember, one rotten brain to store the information. if luck does not pull him through, he is as good as relieved. he has not signed the contract yet, to the utter dismay of the hr head.
he has missed a class because of this and hopes that he does not have to miss more.
his weekends are all punctured with parties and gimmicks and is now wondering if he would still be able to support this lifestyle in spite of time and compensation constraints.
he still gets drunk and says things he later on regrets saying.
through this all, he is not the same charlie.
taking on more of a life sentence than a job, don't expect to be seeing much of him in the hip places he is usually spotted in. as of now, we give you this publicity photo. "vision," his latest movie project, is currently on location in the third rim of hell. though it may seem that he is still a few steps away from that fiery center, he can see the raging flames and can smell burning flesh from where he is standing.
--industrialfireFly official publicity staff.
charlie castelo is still alive, though just barely.
truth be revealed (this sounds more dramatic than the usual 'truth be told'), a lot has happened since the last time he posted. he's written quite a few pieces for his masteral classes and is actually tempted to just upload an essay from his non-fiction class to shortcut this entry-making routine (if one could call a sporadic habit a routine.). yesterday, he was just smoking outside palma hall when suspicious looking boys extended hands to him for handshake. he pulled his earphone out and raised an eyebrow. "what?" later on, he would find out that these were frat neofights who made the stupid mistake of thinking he was a fratboy.
charlie the fratboy.
he is now a semi-career boy to boot and has started training in b-scanb, a family corporation. he is trying to memorize which forms would land him a reservation for an obvan, or which ones to accomplish for props and costumes. a million forms to remember, one rotten brain to store the information. if luck does not pull him through, he is as good as relieved. he has not signed the contract yet, to the utter dismay of the hr head.
he has missed a class because of this and hopes that he does not have to miss more.
his weekends are all punctured with parties and gimmicks and is now wondering if he would still be able to support this lifestyle in spite of time and compensation constraints.
he still gets drunk and says things he later on regrets saying.
through this all, he is not the same charlie.
taking on more of a life sentence than a job, don't expect to be seeing much of him in the hip places he is usually spotted in. as of now, we give you this publicity photo. "vision," his latest movie project, is currently on location in the third rim of hell. though it may seem that he is still a few steps away from that fiery center, he can see the raging flames and can smell burning flesh from where he is standing.
--industrialfireFly official publicity staff.
