So that Eraserheads concert. In Tinaworld, can't go by without me sounding off for a bit.

As anyone who has known me since high school would atest, I'm a rabid 'Heads fangirl way back when. That whole phase led me to a somewhat depressive mood up until college (it was in vogue back then - or so I thought). Then I got to med school when I stopped being sad and just got really REALLY paranoid. Anyway, I was a big fan - Converse sneakers, learning the guitar, Pillbox, Fruitcake - I ate everything up.

So when I heard they were having a reunion concert, I really REALLY wanted to go. I was already about to purchase tickets for me and a coerced friend when I paused and easily hit the esc button soon as I saw that the patron "seats" will be... well, non-existent. I'm not really into that sweaty bodies, stampede-potential crowd phase.

Its all hygiene before anything else for me from now on.

I'd like to think this is not me turning away from the principles of rock and roll (rule #1 being: WAG MAARTE).

One of my med school friends, actually lived the life I wanted for myself in high school, the band's groupie. I tried convincing her to go with me, but she went all snooty and refused to actually pay for the first time, just to watch the band perform a 30-set concert. If it comes down to breaking rule #1, at least dalawa kami, hahaha.

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New pre-residents coming in for next year. One more and I'm done. Hopefully.

Time to get all the introspective laundry out to hang in open air. And the topic as of late...

My evolution thus far:

Madonna (in the Like A Virgin video)
Mama Mary in the Nativity
Girl Scout
The Fat Kid
Volleyball Player
Anorexic
Bad Actress
A Peacock in a Pageant
Student Teacher (ng Math... and how!)
Soprano in the School Choir
Basketball Fan (guess which team...)
Band Vocalist
someone's Phone Pal
Janeane Garoffalo in "Reality Bites"
Probinsyana
Feature Writer
Paranoid-Delusional
Anime Otaku
Medschool quitter then unquitter
Clerk
Intern
Fanfiction writer
Secret Teller (more) and Keeper (less)
Crusher and Crushee
Roommate
Friend
Enemy
Lover
Broken
Fixed
Pre-resident
Resident
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Many more in between. I really don't want to say whore but then again, everyone went through different kinds of whoring at some point in their life anyway, di ba?

So sige, whore.