blueREPping is a verb

damn, it's friday all of a sudden.

even if we ended up at 2am earlier already, i now have this body clock that wakes me up at 6am regardless. and i love it.

joining blueREP was a split second decision in what was then colayco hall. it too was in large part thanks to vica, who back when i was a freshman seemed really eager a recruiter and a much-liked familiar face. all of us fresh recruits that year did not have the time of our lives as a blueREP experience but some of us stayed, perhaps for one shallow reason or another. i honestly don't know why i stayed. and i don't even know if my status now as a member still is "staying" relative to mako's stepping up.

the people you drink with, the people performing, the people manning the booths, the people whose backs people stab, the people who do the stabbing, the people paying the bill, they've changed, we've changed. considerably in the last three years.

but the kind of humor that made me laugh during workshops at gonzaga exhibit hall back in freshmen year remains the kind of humor that makes me laugh during post-rehearsals stuff that i've chosen to be a spectator of. but you see the beauty of theater in the tiny teeny fact that each spectator is part of the performance and only then is the performance true, good and beautiful.

all the more in musical theater.
where even rehearsals seem ends to themselves not mere means.


















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lisnin to The Coast of Utopia clips in YouTube
sortof readin old Pilosopo Tasyo articles
feelin kinda choosy