truth_underskin (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} truth_underskin) wrote,@ 2008-06-11 20:34:00 |
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Musical Theater Update
Incredible. I haven't updated this thing in such a long time. It's kind of ironic since I go through the day thinking about what I'm going to blog about. It feels like I do the blogging in my mind already. I should really start spending 30 minutes to write out my thoughts here. It helps.
Anyway, so many things happened since I last wrote. Even then, there were things I left out. Let's see... backtracking a month? Dracula was absolutely amazing. I think I finally know what it means to be in Musical Theater, and I love it all. Maybe I might get hated for that, but I don't really care. I didn't even completely lose touch with everyone after the show ended. My social circle at High Tech is expanding. It's kind of nice.
Gift circle came and went, but I had to miss it because of the piano recital. Thank God, that's a load off. I finally quit piano after 9 years. I guess it feels kind of weird--just stripping off that asiany piece of me. No, I really loved it... But I just lost that passion. And my workload just simply won't allow it. In any case, I guess that's the last time I'll see the "New York Giants" in a while. God, how incredibly awkward was that. We were so close before... But they all grew up of course. All in their 20s, in college, in a relationship. All paired up but me. Except for King, of course. However, he's my age. I've often wondered what if we.. but I wonder about that with every guy. No, of course. Haha. Still, they're not the playful 17 and 18 year old kuyas I used to hang out with and have fun sleepovers with. Yes, all guys. I guess that sort of made me boyish, and I prided on that. But maybe there's a limit. Maybe once a person reaches 20 he's too old to hang out with you. He's got his lady, you know. But that's alright. We all have to grow up. I'm happy they're happy and that we could still hug and take pictures.
I'm kinda proud with what I got people for Gift Circle. Basically, everyone gives the seniors and 4 random people a "meanigful" gift from around the house. No buying allowed. It's actually really easy to bullshit, but I wanted to give something nice. I got Nick the shirt he wore when we exchanged shirts. Ironically, he gave me the same thing. I gave Adrianna MJ's Thriller CD (I honestly couldn't find anything else). To Marko I gave my Build-A-Bear, Ryalle. At first I couldn't figure out what the hell to give him. But he gave the hint of being lonely, so I gave her to him. I gave Gaby... Jesus. I gave her my friggin journal. The only one I ever completed. It's quite uncanny (and frankly, quite annoying) how much we have in common. Though, I don't think I'm that OCD about everything. It's a hard truth. But I do believe that a person can be so determined to be happy that... she ends up being unhappy. It's your mindset, you know? If you think the world's out to get you then yes, it is.
I'm a slide. A fun, happy slide. Well.. as much as I can be.
But we are alike, and we think alike. Our history as well (it's the journal I wrote in when my dad came) So I gave her that. I gave Sam my autographed Xanadu playbill and Nikki a bag of garlic (unfortunately, she didn't get our inside joke) and Fade. Goddamit I friggin gave away Perks of Being A Wallflower to Andres! It was hard, but it worked. Finally, I gave Ralph my infamous orange and yellow volleyball--virtually the only piece of athletic equipment I've known. It kind of figures. He's the closest thing to a kuya I have. All those beautiful memories are in that ball.
So that's the Musical Theater updates. It's finally over. Now everyone starts from the bottom, desperately trying to hang on to a beautiful thing. This time, auditions are really auditions. Anyone (even the die-hard juniors) can get cut. There were 60 people at the audition, about 30 freshman who's notion of musical theater = High School Musical. I don't know. I don't think I have much to worry about. And if I don't get in, then I can do other things.
Incredible. I haven't updated this thing in such a long time. It's kind of ironic since I go through the day thinking about what I'm going to blog about. It feels like I do the blogging in my mind already. I should really start spending 30 minutes to write out my thoughts here. It helps.
Anyway, so many things happened since I last wrote. Even then, there were things I left out. Let's see... backtracking a month? Dracula was absolutely amazing. I think I finally know what it means to be in Musical Theater, and I love it all. Maybe I might get hated for that, but I don't really care. I didn't even completely lose touch with everyone after the show ended. My social circle at High Tech is expanding. It's kind of nice.
Gift circle came and went, but I had to miss it because of the piano recital. Thank God, that's a load off. I finally quit piano after 9 years. I guess it feels kind of weird--just stripping off that asiany piece of me. No, I really loved it... But I just lost that passion. And my workload just simply won't allow it. In any case, I guess that's the last time I'll see the "New York Giants" in a while. God, how incredibly awkward was that. We were so close before... But they all grew up of course. All in their 20s, in college, in a relationship. All paired up but me. Except for King, of course. However, he's my age. I've often wondered what if we.. but I wonder about that with every guy. No, of course. Haha. Still, they're not the playful 17 and 18 year old kuyas I used to hang out with and have fun sleepovers with. Yes, all guys. I guess that sort of made me boyish, and I prided on that. But maybe there's a limit. Maybe once a person reaches 20 he's too old to hang out with you. He's got his lady, you know. But that's alright. We all have to grow up. I'm happy they're happy and that we could still hug and take pictures.
I'm kinda proud with what I got people for Gift Circle. Basically, everyone gives the seniors and 4 random people a "meanigful" gift from around the house. No buying allowed. It's actually really easy to bullshit, but I wanted to give something nice. I got Nick the shirt he wore when we exchanged shirts. Ironically, he gave me the same thing. I gave Adrianna MJ's Thriller CD (I honestly couldn't find anything else). To Marko I gave my Build-A-Bear, Ryalle. At first I couldn't figure out what the hell to give him. But he gave the hint of being lonely, so I gave her to him. I gave Gaby... Jesus. I gave her my friggin journal. The only one I ever completed. It's quite uncanny (and frankly, quite annoying) how much we have in common. Though, I don't think I'm that OCD about everything. It's a hard truth. But I do believe that a person can be so determined to be happy that... she ends up being unhappy. It's your mindset, you know? If you think the world's out to get you then yes, it is.
I'm a slide. A fun, happy slide. Well.. as much as I can be.
But we are alike, and we think alike. Our history as well (it's the journal I wrote in when my dad came) So I gave her that. I gave Sam my autographed Xanadu playbill and Nikki a bag of garlic (unfortunately, she didn't get our inside joke) and Fade. Goddamit I friggin gave away Perks of Being A Wallflower to Andres! It was hard, but it worked. Finally, I gave Ralph my infamous orange and yellow volleyball--virtually the only piece of athletic equipment I've known. It kind of figures. He's the closest thing to a kuya I have. All those beautiful memories are in that ball.
So that's the Musical Theater updates. It's finally over. Now everyone starts from the bottom, desperately trying to hang on to a beautiful thing. This time, auditions are really auditions. Anyone (even the die-hard juniors) can get cut. There were 60 people at the audition, about 30 freshman who's notion of musical theater = High School Musical. I don't know. I don't think I have much to worry about. And if I don't get in, then I can do other things.
