Stop and think. Stop thinking.

It's nearing the end of the Holy Week, and I feel as if it's sort of any other ordinary week, as I still continued to go to work during my regular working days. Sometimes Julie, Faye and I joke about being "money slaves" as it seems that there were more people on the floor than usual during the holidays.

Considering the fact that there were hardly any commuter buses yesterday, Good Friday, my dad was kind enough to drive me to work, so I arrived an hour earlier than usual. So that gave me an extra hour to dial, woohoo! The same thing happened this morning, so I managed to clock in an extra hour as well. Thanks for the rides, Dad!

This past week gave way to a flurry of thoughts in my mind, and I kept thinking about trivial things that I shouldn't even be thinking about. Talking it out with a couple of friends (and a couple of times, with friends involved) helped me sort things out and gave me clearer insight on both sides, and despite my usual skepticism, I told myself that I should just shrug it off for now, as I have no right to worry about things like these.

Sometimes, it annoys me how some people could just stick their nose in someone else's business or conversation. And how some people manage to gossip and joke at someone else's expense. I know I've been warned about people like these, but when I come face to face with these actual people, I seem to think that I never learn. But then again, I also have my fair share of this kind of behavior. Oh well. But still. Arg.

There are some days that certain thoughts come drifting back, but I guess I just have to acknowledge them before pushing them back in the back of my mind again.

Part of Lara's card reading for me at the beginning of the new year is starting to come true. I really now have new insights on that particular aspect Now I just have to follow what was told and stop feeling guilty for my actions.

...for most of the time, I guess. And accept.

But then sometimes there are things that come my way and then I have to think all over again.

Whatever. I might end up re-reading this blog post another time and even edit it.

By the way, interesting how this surprising text came sometime today. What came over you and suddenly asked a random question to start a conversation like that? Hahaha. I actually missed you.

OK, normal days are coming back this coming week. Time to move on. Focus.

Just a few things in mind.

"Ikaw lang ba dapat ang maging considerate as a friend?"

A friend had mentioned that during a conversation today. Interesting, but yeah, that's a thought.

Not much on this entry. Just a few snippets.

There seems to be lots of brooding in the air. I feel it. I know a couple of friends brooding because of each other, and I'm also on the receiving end of another similar situation.

Plus, what's with all these crazy shoutouts in Facebook? As much as I'd want to know, I'd rather not ask.

I guess the summer heat must be getting to us.

Chill muna tayo.

Just blogging away. Just hodgepodge.

When I had said that I don't get to blog as often as before, I admitted that I missed writing. "You should keep writing," a director had said recently when he and I were sitting together with some friends one random night. Apparently he used to read my blog frequently. I have a fan? Ahahaha.

Anyway, so here I am, just randomly typing away another possibly random entry containing hodgepodge of thoughts that I could easily dump into a public post. Well, I actually miss this. I do miss writing in general.

So let's start, shall we? Oh yeah, I already have.

A few evenings ago, my acting teacher had asked if I will be working for a couple of plays next season, and I said that I only knew of the first play of the season. Apparently I was already listed on the roster for the children's play for the same season. And when I visited the office a couple of days ago, I confirmed it. Yep, I was on the list. I have two plays on my list this year, yay.

Then my former CCT trainer contacted me via Facebook chat a few nights ago. She said that our company's looking for new CCT trainers, and she told me to apply. My goodness, it was such a tempting offer, especially because she was encouraging me that I would do well. Plus if ever I pass, the pay would be pretty sweet.

As much as I want to be practical, most especially with money, plus the fact that I do want to give it a shot, I'm afraid that I might have to pass up on the offer. Maybe because I'm still really content with what's been going on lately. Having this part-time job while still having my foot in the theater door has been pretty good to me, especially beginning a couple of months from now.

Oh well, I could still change my mind. We'll see.

I missed this blog.

It's been almost a month since I last posted a blog. Woah. That's how busy I was these past several weeks. I missed blogging, and I even said out loud to a bunch of people one night that I haven't blogged anything in quite some time now. How ironic. And to think that my last before this was also about blogging.

Anyway, while I'm taking a break from reading a few pages from Oscar Wilde's The Importance of Being Earnest (more on that later), it's time to update.

I finally got to breathe after finishing 3 events in CSB--a full-length play written by one of the students, a dance revue, and a battle of the bands contest (wait, that last one sounded somewhat redundant). They all happened with only one week in between, but the play rehearsals were the ones that got to me because of the last nights, then I had to come to the office early the following morning. Talk about ngarag.

I've been faced, or still facing, a certain strange and awkward situation. I'd rather not elaborate, but I guess I'm just glad that there are things that I found out now from certain people instead of from others. What just irked me was that there were some epal people who first started listening in on private conversations, assuming that it was alright for them to do so. Right now, I'm still trying to figure out how to handle what's possibly been going on, and preparing myself for what could possibly happen so I wouldn't have to go all crazy once we get there.

In my last post, I mentioned a blog camp, and I haven't decided yet about going. I had checked the airfare going there and back, and I guess part of my decision is how much I'd be spending once I get my latest paycheck. Haha, I just found out a few days ago that the person I referred to at work got accepted, so there would be more money coming in as an incentive for that. So I guess I'll have to view my paycheck first tomorrow before I decide, as there are still other stuff that I'm paying for as well.

One of those is (what else?) this summer's workshop under TP. Sir Dennis is back teaching Rehearsal and Performance Techniques, and because I felt hanging after the AC's last session of script analysis class, I went ahead and enrolled for this class. Rayna's assisting, so it would be cool that she'd also be in the class.

So there, we're doing The Importance of Being Earnest for our recital. It's actually pretty cool that the number of characters is the same as how many we are in the class, unlike the last times I was in RPT. I'm actually pretty excited to do this play, especially after having read it through at least a couple of times this week. I still get these bouts of low self-esteem when it comes to my acting abilities, but hopefully I outgrow it soon. Apparently Sir Dennis said that I'm a late bloomer when it comes to acting, and I do believe he's right.

I'm also supposed to be on vocal rest right now. I was sent home from work Wednesday morning, but because I had the battle of the bands event that day (hence the purpose of dialing as early as 4am that day), I couldn't help but disregard the office clinic's EENT's advice to go home and not go to the event. Ack. But I spent one day of vocal rest already, except for the fact that I had to speak for 4 hours during workshop class. Ack, I'm such a bad patient.

Anyway, it's back to the script for the mute little me for a little while before I hit the sack.

To you, the reader, how are you lately? Yes, of course I want to hear from you too.

Brief post on blogging.

I've been concerned about not blogging as regularly as before every time I catch myself writing entries sporadically. I've been thinking about it again earlier while I was looking through some entries from last year.

(Here comes a lousy segue.)

Then a friend suddenly messaged me on Facebook, and we started talking about a really good play that we had both seen recently on separate occasions.

During an idle moment, I checked out his profile and this particular event caught my eye. It was a sort of blog camp this summer. Curious, I asked my friend about it and he said that he had attended it last year. I got even more curious, so I started checking out the event and related links. Suddenly I was seriously thinking about joining. It would be a good excuse to travel and meet new people as well. But we'll see, as I told myself that I'll decide by the end of this month.

Next to Normal, and some other stuff.

My goodness, because of these busy days, I've been neglecting my blog even more.

This current project I'm working on has been keeping me busy, and at the same time wasting a lot of my precious time due to one person in charge. I swear, I hate people who think they know a lot when they really don't.

Anyway, I'll let them learn on their own.


Last Sunday, I first had a nice surprise during the wee hours of morning when I had received a couple of text messages from a friend. We then had a spontaneous rendezvous later that morning, which was a nice start on a Sunday.

I was supposed to go straight home after that, but on a whim, I decided to go straight to Makati to check out Atlantis' Next To Normal in RCBC. I already heard from a lot of people who had already seen the play that it was really darn good, so I wanted to check it out.

My goodness, I knew it was a tearjerker, but I guess that was an understatement. I loved the music, I loved the story, and the actors were awesome. The play revolved around a typical dysfunctional family with a mother who was suffering from a bipolar disorder, and how the family copes with it.

I already knew the pivotal plot twist, even though I didn't know much about the musical prior to watching it. But when I was already watching it, I was so immersed into the entire thing that I was really struck by what was unfolding onstage. I was trying to be discreet while I wiped off tears from my eyes during Act 1. But I wasn't prepared enough when Act 2 began. My goodness, I was doing my best trying to hold back my tears, then I finally gave up and let them loose. But oh my, both my cardigan's sleeves were practically wet with tears during the last few scenes. I doubt that there was a dry eye in that theater.

Congratulations to the cast and crew of Next To Normal! Hope I can catch it again, or at least drop by next week.


I got another haircut this past week, and it's so funny how people had noticed that my hair just keeps getting shorter and shorter. And to think that before I had my hair cut, it went halfway down my back. Yes, it was that long until I had it cut into a short bob. I wanted to have it cut shorter, but I wanted to get used to having short hair first. Last Wednesday, I had it cut in the exact length I had originally wanted and I love it! I think I'll keep my hair at this length for quite a while.


So in other news, to the people who still read this blog, how was your previous week?

Catching the Caredivas.

I haven't had the chance yet to blog about watching PETA's Caredivas last Saturday.

But before I get started, because a friend had commented that my last post seemed too much of a spoiler about the previous shows I watched, I guess I'm obligated to give a little disclaimer regarding spoilers. That was because the Zsazsa Zaturnnah Facebook page had found my blog entry and linked it to its page. So that was when I was told to put down a warning should there be spoilers or not. But then again, and my apologies if I sound like an airhead, I just have to say that I don't think I really have to do so, considering this is really my personal weblog. I don't really do those hardcore reviews and whatnot. I'm merely blogging about my personal experience.

Or maybe as a note to the person who linked my blog to the Facebook page, shouldn't he or she had gone through the entire blog entry to ensure that all posted links are free of spoilers?

Oh well.

Anyway, on to the entry.

After my shift last Saturday, I headed over to PETA's theater in New Manila to watch Caredivas. Jerald had gotten me a ticket to the 3pm show, and of course I couldn't pass up the chance to watch him play a drag queen, ahahaha. It was my first time to commute to PETA alone (considering the fact that I almost never go to that area), so I had to keep my eye out on where I had to get off from the FX. I arrived fairly early, so I had lots of time to have lunch at one of the nearby fast food places.

Found Meann in the lobby of the theater once I arrived. I haven't seen that girl in ages, and it's great to see a familiar face. After claiming my ticket from the FOH, I found that there were some people already waiting around, and before I could settle down anywhere, one of the ushers directed us to where we can line up and wait until open house.

Erik had watched the 10am show earlier that day with some friends, and he had texted me about the set once they had entered the theater. I was curious about that when he texted, and when I saw it once I entered the house, there it was. Platforms and ramps. Interesting.

The play was set in Israel, the story revolving around 5 gay Filipino caregivers, sidelining as drag queens by night. They were hilarious, they were endearing, they were touching. Right off the bat, each character exuded with their own unique quirks, giving it justice with their own crazy quips all throughout the show. I liked how they tackled certain issues about finding work abroad, plus dealing with the dangers of doing so, and acceptance. I swear, the entire show will make you laugh, cry, and laugh and cry at the same time.

I have to say, I found it interesting that the 5 main characters were "color-coded." Each of them wore a distinctive main color, from their regular clothes, to their caregiver clothes, right down to their drag costumes (except for the bongga finale, where they all wore the same color).

It's so funny how just the previous Saturday, I had watched an old flame perform a gay role. Here's another openly-straight friend do so in another musical production. Haha, baklaan talaga eh. But it's pretty cool that they did justice to their roles, and still be confident about their sexuality.

Congratulations to the cast of Caredivas! I had a blast watching it. Thanks for the ticket, Je! Ikaw na ang na-feature sa Jessica Soho, hahaha!

Oh, February, I had a blast.

Auditions tomorrow for Tanghalang Pilipino's Noli Me Tangere. I can't wait to work for this production. Thanks for the offer, Ate Jen!

And speaking of work, I received good news yesterday morning after my shift. My probationary period is over. I'm finally regularized! Woohoo!