downturn time...
my friday rehearsals went great. i always love choreography days, and this was no exception. too bad nick, our director, told me i had to not be so energetic and enthusiastic (the only way i know how to dance in musicals, wahahahaha!) `cos i was supposed to play a 45-year-old mommy who doesn't approve of the hot newcomer in town and disapproves of dancing and fun `cos it's against the law in our town. yep, that's my character for my play in a nutshell. act 1. hahahahaha!
i think that was the only good thing that happened to me today. i went to affinity today, talked to my old boss about the work i was gonna be doing once i start next week (yay to job! going back to my $10 per hour = fail). beggars can't be choosers in this recession. fuck my life, hahahaha! it was kinda awkward, but i guess kinda familiar and homey too, so i guess i can't complain as much. i hugged my office crush, my old co-workers were happy to see me, and it's nice to have a salary to look forward to. *sigh* here we go affinity. *feeble yay*
my parents also called me after my rehearsals today. my dad started with "may bad news ako...", and i knew that our black lab finally lost the battle. he was put to sleep because he started secreting blood for stool and he wasn't eating anymore. the vet said he was in extreme pain, and it was the humane thing to do. so our baby bagorgy, our black lab of less than 5 years was finally put to rest. rest in peace, gordon bleu lim. i will always remember you as the friskiest, most loving, unselfish, and most gwapo black labrador i've ever seen in my life. i can't believe i won't get to hold you anymore, feel your noisy breaths, get slobbered over by you, get crushed by your muscular body when you slam your whole self against me, and in general just be carried away by your enthusiasm and love for life. he proved to be a real fighter, `cos my eldest sis informed me that most dogs dropped dead from what he had, but he had this incessant will to live, and fought it out `til the very end. have fun in heaven with my baby george, baby gords. all dogs go to heaven, indeed.
oh, to cap off my fucked up day, my friend invited me to this club in west 3rd street to celebrate her birthday tonight. 10 pm onwards, she said. i saw her at the office awhile ago, told her i was going to be late, `cos i'd be coming from rehearsals, so i'd be there midnight-ish. arrived there at 12:30, searched the whole entire fucking bar for anyone i knew, got hit on by a haitian man asking for a light outside the bar while smoking, and basically went to a club all dressed up, tired from rehearsals, with no one to meet. my friends all had straight to voicemail responses when i called their cells, went around looking like a retard in search of any familiar faces for around a half hour, and finally, i couldn't see any reason to stay there anymore. went home and ate leftovers and a can of chicken vienna sausages.
fuck this night. sheesh. this all will pass. somehow.
i hope tomorrow is better.
i think that was the only good thing that happened to me today. i went to affinity today, talked to my old boss about the work i was gonna be doing once i start next week (yay to job! going back to my $10 per hour = fail). beggars can't be choosers in this recession. fuck my life, hahahaha! it was kinda awkward, but i guess kinda familiar and homey too, so i guess i can't complain as much. i hugged my office crush, my old co-workers were happy to see me, and it's nice to have a salary to look forward to. *sigh* here we go affinity. *feeble yay*
my parents also called me after my rehearsals today. my dad started with "may bad news ako...", and i knew that our black lab finally lost the battle. he was put to sleep because he started secreting blood for stool and he wasn't eating anymore. the vet said he was in extreme pain, and it was the humane thing to do. so our baby bagorgy, our black lab of less than 5 years was finally put to rest. rest in peace, gordon bleu lim. i will always remember you as the friskiest, most loving, unselfish, and most gwapo black labrador i've ever seen in my life. i can't believe i won't get to hold you anymore, feel your noisy breaths, get slobbered over by you, get crushed by your muscular body when you slam your whole self against me, and in general just be carried away by your enthusiasm and love for life. he proved to be a real fighter, `cos my eldest sis informed me that most dogs dropped dead from what he had, but he had this incessant will to live, and fought it out `til the very end. have fun in heaven with my baby george, baby gords. all dogs go to heaven, indeed.
oh, to cap off my fucked up day, my friend invited me to this club in west 3rd street to celebrate her birthday tonight. 10 pm onwards, she said. i saw her at the office awhile ago, told her i was going to be late, `cos i'd be coming from rehearsals, so i'd be there midnight-ish. arrived there at 12:30, searched the whole entire fucking bar for anyone i knew, got hit on by a haitian man asking for a light outside the bar while smoking, and basically went to a club all dressed up, tired from rehearsals, with no one to meet. my friends all had straight to voicemail responses when i called their cells, went around looking like a retard in search of any familiar faces for around a half hour, and finally, i couldn't see any reason to stay there anymore. went home and ate leftovers and a can of chicken vienna sausages.
fuck this night. sheesh. this all will pass. somehow.
i hope tomorrow is better.