Right. So it's Wednesday in Manila. What's new?
Alright, so I came up with this. Howsit?
So, India in mid-May, tagging along with mum once again. This time to an ILO conference in New Delhi. Still stuck at home bereft of any energy to step out into the white hot heat that is this world.
That's Neil and Martina, who I doubt will be able to see these journals. Ain't it a wee bit obvious that I'm making the most of this 30 day trial of Photoshop. Will I buy it? Only if I see results. I need to tweak and play with it a bit more. Baby steps, baby steps. So. Yeah. Neil and Martina. I remember that day at the Cab (what is it with the constant Cab pictures?), we were just chillin', keeping Laeti company and we go and flash each other with our cameras. Well, Neil and his camera and Martina and I with our mobiles. I miss these guys, wish I can just pack them up and send em over here so we can wreak havoc in Boracay. Or at least they will whilst I sit back and chillax on the beach because I'm getting to old for this shit. God, if I were rich, if was suddenly rich, I'd get all the people I love and care for and bring them all to one spot, Boracay, Manila, London, Singapore...wherever in this world, I just want them to all be together for at least one instance, event, moment, whatever.
I miss Londontown. I miss being busy in the theatre. I miss my flat. I'm wondering if all my belongings are still in one piece. My TV? My books? Why did I have the presence of mind to pack away the Wii and all my booze. Nutter. Oh yeah, and the produce in the flat. Did I leave milk in the fridge? Oh dear. And the stuff in the pantry. I'm so out of the loop with the build, it will be quite a friggin' surprise.
It's funny where home is and who are the people in that home? To use the word loosely, home for me, at least for the past 10 years has been the closest bed. I'm reviewing the past week and the next week to come and realising that I am doing so many things that other people won't have a chance to do, but then the other people might have the lives I may never live. Is there a compromise? Somewhere along the way it's got to be there, but it's not a clear, definitive answer and it always changes. High school kids don't need the SATs before they head over to college. One question is all that they need, and whatever answer they give is the criteria in which colleges will base their acceptance. If some kid happens to answer 42...well...gee...I had a thought there but lost it...if a kid ever answers 42...where would he go?
This is another great big reset. Another chance to hash out another play and a couple of vignettes. Another chance. I'm running out of chances.