For two weeks straight i haven't put on any make-up. I think that's three. I still use Nivea when i want to feel good at night. At least some cream is dependent on my imperfect skin. I miss samner. i try not to trivialize her absence with the fact that she has a lovelife and i don't. I still have bouts with lonely nights at the apartment. Trainings and required play reading occupy my non-chalant artistic existence. I almost lost my voice last week to some bitter cold and awful runny nose. I have small wounds near my nose out of habitual tissue brushing. I feel that my nose conspired to wreak havoc on my life. This thursday i will have to sing and vocalize in front of theatre people for our voice training. Shucks. I'm thinking of an opening song. I thought of Fantasia Barino's version of the Greatest Love of All but with all my nasal bickerings, i might belt out the greatest Nose of all. I sound so lousy on the microphone.

When Paulie and i met for Himala i brought along my make-up. He knew i was going to bring my make-up. He was sick and I was sick. So make-up we did. Somehow, i feel make-up has its own purpose, something profound than mere highlighting one's face. But then again, it's just you and me, only in color.