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We weren't born with a name, we were given a name. A hedgehog doesn't have a name. It's just a nameless thing with a handful of flesh and skin and a beating heart. A hedgehog doesn't even know it doesn't have a name.
 
 
   
 
Saturday, September 16, 2006
 
Today is The Day. The day I break a poor boy's heart. The day I finish my wonderful performances in Wacky Shorts. The day I close the chapter on this wonderfully colourful (literally) and enlightening experience that has seen me through the past month of shitness. I can feel myself getting pumped up. For the massive afterparty. God that's gonna be fun! And crazy! And maybe debaucherous? I dunno, I'm gonna sit back and watch the people around me get trashed and hook up. Heh heh heh. Now all I have to do is just to discipline myself. Guh. But first, into the city to do stuff. Oh wait... the shoe shop's not open on Saturdays... Fuck. Now what do I do with myself til 345pm? You know how when your days have been so packed full and you're running from one thing to the next and you suddenly get that unexpected free moment to yourself, you just kinda blank out and go 'Now what do I do???'. Thinking ahead now, but when Rhino goes into production week, well, more like production DAY, next week, I hate to say this, but I hope I don't started dreading it. It is a splendid show, *quote* "We have to gold, we just have to make it shine" *unquote* It's just that, well, I think the people from Wacky were nicer to be around. Not that the Rhino cast isn't fun, Gosh no, they're a fun bunch. But... less down-to-earth and more elitist. If you know what I mean. It's like having your bandaid ripped away from you and having your arm plunged into salt water to sterilise it. Okie, bad analogy. Makes no sense at all. But you know what I mean. It's like popping the Wacky bubble and stepping into mud. Well, not mud, more like... Rhino composte, with a bar of gold buried in it. Enough whinging!!!!! Go clean up the apartment, sort out the laundry or you'll be going to uni in your undies, and do your homework!!!! GUH! Procrastinating woman!!!! First, pay your bills. Yeap. That's a great first step to be taking.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006
 
Zings of sharp wit

'I once saw underwater porn. How do they do it?'
'You drown.'
'That probably explains why they never made it big.'

'I love House. The last episode I saw was the one with the Jesus boy.'

'Asia's left of the centre of the universe. Which is New York, by the way.'

Gosh I'm funny.

I have reached the conclusion that I am an immensely cowardly thoughtless selfish person. I always assumed that I try my best to be considerate towards the feelings of others, yet the past few days have just proven me so wrong. I just want to disappear; wish nothing had ever happened; wish he'd never come into my life. Not because it's all terrible or anything, just simply because it'd all be so much simpler and easier. I'm a coward. I have no idea what I want, and I'm dragging an innocent vulnerable person down with me by my frivolous emotional swings.

I am also an unforgiving conceited person. My level of tolerance has plummeted. I have become self-obssessed and callous, and so cut-throat I frighten myself. When you're around people who constantly disappoint you, and people who never pull their weight around and you constantly have to watch your own back and be on the lookout, you naturally acquire a certain bite. A bite you never knew you had, and you wish you hadn't acquired, which scares you because you've become the person you always wanted to keep away from. How is it possible to stay untainted in the face of adversity? I wish I could but I can't so I won't. Is that a futile excuse? Probably. But what else can I do? I'm merely human, and if the people I thought mattered to me fail to support my claim, what else is there for me to do but to get all cynical and downtrodden?

I'm sticking to the theatre circle. As fake as it is, I know I can count on it to be fake. Rather than placing my implicit trust on something out of the theatre circle and thinking it's genuine, only to have it turn around and bite me in the arse. Least in the theatre I know it's all an illusion and a suspension of disbelief. It's good while it lasts.

 

 
   
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