Darklings

The dates and times are sometimes insignificant. They meld into one another like lovers in the dark, where names are unimportant and emotions are almighty.

I feel like a frosh again, except this time, I'm looking at my freshie year through someone else's eyes. Someone else's doing the stupid-frosh-thing for me. There are several people who remind me of others, and if I look at the people they remind me of, they aren't who I thought they were anymore. There are several things that feel comfortable, and several others that aren't what they were supposed to be.

Memories come back from the dark. Unearthed by another familiar face that isn't quite familiar. Things are happening all over again, but this time, I'm playing a different role. I wonder if this is how Alice Dixon felt when she was cast to play her ex-role's mother for "Ok ka Fairy ko" (I watched this as a child).

We're going to be playing at school this Tuesday for an RH forum. We'll most probably be doing Paint it Black, Sleeping Beauty, and Get Free. Then there's going to be another gig this friday for freshie's night, on top of my play rehearsals that end at 10pm. leche.

Try juggling an organization, play rehearsals, and band rehearsals PLUS gigs all in one go. Let's see if you don't go crazy.

hey wait, you wouldn't even try if you weren't already crazy to begin with.

The business is fun. Hey wait, add schoolwork to that, i just found out it was fun too this morning, if only our teachers showed up more often.

ई हवे बीन गोने फ़ॉर कुइते अ व्हिले हवें't ई?

Thank you very much, blogger, for turning my title into gibberish. Even arabs wouldn't be able to understand that (since it's english turned into Arabic font).

Oh well. I forgot what the title was anyway.

I auditioned the other day for a Ma Gimo production of "Our Town". No news about it yet.

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I've started writing the sequel to Pregenesis but I haven't come up with a title yet.

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I'm starting to feel old. My face is showing stress, even though I am prolly the most laid-back "busy" person in the world. Blame it on insomnia, blame it on not diligently hunting for the perfect facial moisturizer, blame it on anything, but you cannot blame it on stress.

I've become a junior. I consider the 3rd year the best in any educational level. It's the year where you can be called a regular expert on the comes and goings of your school. It's the year you get to lord over two other year levels. It's also the year where the year before you stop picking on you to teach you what you have to know in between worrying about their class standings or their thesis proposals. In Grade 3 back in Ann Arbor Montessori, that was the year that yours trully earned a bestfriend and a hang out. 3rd year highschool was the year I stopped trying to fit in with my classmates and exploring the alternatives. I wonder what this year has in store for me...

In a few years, I'll be worrying about work. I'll be worrying about what to feed my children. if I don't have children yet, I'll be worrying about looking for someone who'd have them with me before I become too old to ovulate (this will be particularly challenging since the male species prefers submissive women for partners), If I do end up being a spinster, I'll still end up worrying about all my godchildren (assuming of course that my friends don't end up with my fate and have immense numbers of brats for me to spoil). Oh yes. I love children. If I were a sim (And yes, I've played myself on Sims2 several times) I'd be a family sim. But if I choose the solitary life, I'd probably be in a different country writing horror novels that actually reflect my frustrations of not having my own children.

Children are like dust in the wind (I couldn't help myself, I just HAD to use the line). Their skulls easily crack and their skin is too soft. Plus they babble and sputter and swallow anything they get their hands on (since they use their tongues to "feel"). They grow, vomit, pee, poo, scream, and cry on women who don't want them, and they make googoo eyes on the women who do, as if to say "don't you wish your baby was cute like me?". So many girls are getting pregnant these days. I wonder if I could get myself pregnant without having to have sex with anyone.

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Hey, does anyone know any girl drummers who don't mind listening to Tristania and Evanescence and love mashing to Cradle of Filth and Nightwish?

We suddenly lost our drummer to a call center. Traitoress.

Oh God of music, please withold our potential big breaks until our drummer has come back to us from the clutches of that call center stint?!?