Band Candy

Muse

Your time is running out.

It’s so strange that the closer you get to your (deadliest) deadline, the more inspired you get…for other writings. As you pound out statistics and factoids from the keyboard, your mind is filled with imaginary maps and scripts for future comics.

You conclude your muse is essentially a schizophrenic witch.

Queen

Once, you wore a tiara to school.

Never mind your university has running priests and Zorros and annual naked men loitering around campus, and never mind your college is the most flamboyant of them all.

You wore a tiara. To class.

It was partly because of a dare, but you know better than that. You have a tendency to do these kinds of things, after all. Maybe it’s because you’re (not-so-secretly) guano crazy. Maybe it’s because you’re bored. Maybe it’s because, despite your pro-democracy and slightly-to-the-left leanings, you’re still the great pretender.

On your notebook: “I AM a pretty princess.”

The prosecution rests.

Rivermaya

Your mother grew up in a tiny, countryside town—your aunt told her Australian daughter it was “a ghetto”—and your dad was the type who would walk a mile from school just to use the toilet at home during breaks.

You, on the other hand, grew up a city girl, admittedly clueless in many, many things. But unlike so many others, you take the time to smell the metaphorical roses, and occasionally watch birds floating in stagnant water.

Because you know, in the blink of an eye, everything might change.

Brownman Revival

You exhibit certain aspects of your personality with different sets of acquaintances. The geeky side of you, the dork side reserved for lightsabers and fanciful ninja-pirate-princes, is known to a select few. You natter on about boys to girlfriends and gays, and babble about…well, everything to your sister.

It’s only when you reached college that you remembered the news and patriotism and issues, and the revival of your ideals was such you forgot not everyone cared for such conversation.

It cost you some friendships along the way.

But be cool. Be steady.

Maybe you were better off without them anyway.

The Smashing Pumpkins

It’s nearing Halloween again.

You used to love the holiday. As a little chubby thing, you would totter around the village, eagerly snatching up sweets, watch us the community suddenly turned into a host of witches, and goblins, and white sheets with holes cut out for eyes.

There was an annual contest for the residents’ children, with a prize going out for the best costume. In a photo, you look absolutely adorable as a bright orange pumpkin.

But your sister won the contest two years in a row, standing in the same garish purple fairy dress, basking in their love.

Life can be unfair.