Since the dawn of my blog, I have been very engrossed with having wanted to write a post everyday if only I can. More than ever, now that my blog is all new-fangled and furnished, all the more that I want to spend time with it. Other than being a diversion, I consider it as an outlet to vent out all my sentiments- happy or sad.
I woke up really late today because last night I rearranged all the workings here and acknowledged the odds that I might welcome visitors and or viewers for my blog. I’m also considering advertisements but that is quite impossible right now since no one sees all these posts but me…but that is about to change. Anyway, going back, I woke up late and made a banner for my blog. As you can see, it already has a banner, yesterday it didn’t have one. I was too engrossed that I forgot to prepare for lunch. Boohoo. But don’t fret just yet. My aunt owns a store near our house so I bought my favorite food which is also Hugo’s favorite food and god, he ate a lot!
I went to school earlier than usual today because of some reasons I don’t want to thrash out because they are just so impertinent. We had a production meeting for the play like we always do and we were tasked by our teacher to watch a technical run for some other play which I forgot the title. I’ve been so forgetful lately, it kills me. I saw the set design and I was enticed, the stage looked like a room of a typical youngster with playthings, garments, and all that jazz. But then again, when it already started, it had awakened the activist side of me. It was so thought-provoking.
Here goes the plot:
Two kids who happened to be sisters are locked in two rooms with only a thin wall separating one from the other. They were provided with toys and clothes but they were not content because they were not allowed to see each other. But that doesn’t mean that they don’t converse to each other because they do. They shout to one another when they have something to say and they always have a lot to say, so yes, there was so much yelling. The question is, “Why weren’t they not just locked up in one room instead? And why were they locked up in the first place?” Brace yourself. Their mother is a bad influence who is sexually promiscuous. She is like a prostitute who gets compensated for sex and she doesn’t give any damn about her children. As for the two kids, they are gradually becoming like their mother. They are already in their puberty and they always pleasure themselves-self gratification. You know what I mean. They give pleasure to each other- finger masturbation. What’s sad is that they always long for it. I know it is a reality. But what’s sadder is that they are just kids which makes it a sad reality because this scenario really exists. How awful.
After watching the technical run, I have decided to watch the play itself two weeks from now. Maybe I’m going to ask Bonn to watch it with me. Speaking of, Gerhard has been bugging me to fall in love with you know who again. He said that he likes it when I’m in love because I become good and kind and all that. I don’t think it’s true. I think I’m just the same when I’m in love, I’m just better-off. I mean, not that I’m sorrowful right now. Believe me, I am in high spirits. So I’m still gonna think it over. I want to be in love. Again. But with the same person? I really don’t know...yet. Baby steps, dahlin…baby steps.
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