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Friday, December 23, 2005 - 9:27 PM
'because of a lack of experienced trumpeteers, the end of the world has been postponed..'
argh.. finally, our december prod is over! OVER! days and nights of constant nightmares are finished.. as of the moment.
i wanted to totally breakdown last week. it was a really demanding production. on our first show, i literally had a headache. i wanted to die!! thank goodness i had my friends to bring me back to sanity. the play went a little rough on the first day, because we really didn't have time to have our TDR (technicals and dress rehearsal). on the second day, we kinda had a good show.
basta, it was a great relief that this prod is finally finished.
Paskuhan.
yes, it's been quite a while since i've last posted. anyways, UST had its annual paskuhan last Tuesday.
i met two new people: pj, who i met at robinson's metroeast (sabay kaming pumunta sa UST) and laurence, yung makulit kong friend na sinundo ko pa sa BEATO. =s
basta, the night started out fine. but during the latter parts of the Paskuhan, i got really pissed off. it was because of this particular person i am starting to dislike by the minute. this person is such an ass, because she feels really superior to me. well, yes. she is superior when it comes to one aspect: theater. but hell! she's just another human being when it comes to life! heck, i've done things far beyond my years. grr.. it just makes my blood boil when i think of her.
enough about that, it just makes things crappy. i made this poem when i was at the paskuhan. it was an interpretation of a drawing my friend kimmy made. it's like this.. kimmy likes this guy, but the guy doesn't seem to be interested. she drew a sketch of the guy, and i made a poem.
'him'
a poem by gab caraon
it took me 3 seconds to realize 400 years with him
it took me 756 pencil strokes to be dissolved in him
it took me 24 hours of day dreaming, 30 minutes of 'hellos' and 56 conversations with my friends just to confirm my feelings for him.
it took me 873 steps for him to see me pass by...
half of which, i took with my friends
it took me 3 times more heartbeats when
he passes by, plus a thousand more if he comes near
and all he needed was ONE move...
one move that he didn't take...
i guess we're just 'unmeant'.
she cried after reading my poem. she says that it was just like what she was feeling. i believe i did a good job (big head). joking aside, maybe i did a good job on this because i was with her all the time. am i a kind of empath because i was feeling what she was feeling? or is it because i was feeling the same thing for a different guy? wah! i'm going nuts!! i don't want to fall again! i can't be weak..
help.
ehjiboi got weird at 9:27 PM
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