Radio: Bayang Magiliw, Perlas ng Silanganan -- tssshhkk,, tssshhkkk -- (singing) though i know that time is gone...
yes it's midnight.
had pictorials for the play i'm in today. just realized how ugly i am. it's insecurity eating me again. let it be; i'm going to sleep after blogging (an act i thought is extinct already for me) anyway.
radio: time won't heal, a broken heart...
oh shut up.
didn't go to Marigondon today. i didn't exactly want to go. i just wanted a pre-occupation, a sense of belonging to a group called "artists". whatever. i'm not really one. i'm not even that good a musician.
i am not enough.
probably why some people can't find the reason to continue working with me. drag me all around the city only to make me wait for ages, and waste thirty measly minutes to accomplish nothing in a studio. One of them says he's tired of this. My friend, my thoughts exactly. we agreed to start looking for other people and form another band.
weeheee.
Marigondon... arts conference is going on right now, jamming sessions by the beach. Actually, vera was right. it's not something that we shouldn't miss. but i wanted to go, see the beach, meet people. i like their artworks, their principles, agreeable, though yoga-influenced art doesn't really appeal to me. But they got real good works, i should say.
am currently looking for alibata, specifically mangyan, and the darn internet won't show me to it.
