Thursday, March 31
In year 1, I learnt that backstage crew never get the true gratification they rightly deserve when the dancers ate at tables in the pantry while we sat on the floor of the loading bay. Thankfully, I don't need gratification, true or otherwise, because no amount of stage time can replace the satisfaction of seeing the lights I wire run up and down- its almost like (very mini) fireworks. No one has thanked me yet despite the "Wahs!" (yay!) but it doesnt matter because I cannot wait to see my friends there tomorrow (no link in these two scenarios but no food, no sleep, no energy to think).
Labels: theatre
Mamihlapinatapei : 3/31/2011 12:46:00 AM
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Thursday, November 25
Suddenly I feel like a want a partner before I graduate so someone will help me with my backpack on my grad trip.
hahah
Only 9 more hours to normality! Don't quite know to say "still got 9 hours" or "only got 9 hrs". Whatever the case, I almost cannot believe I'm making through the sem, my amygdala still bears the scars of all the pressure and trauma I experience before and during every TS 4ooo class. Its really all the grace of God I'm making it somewhat through, grades irregardless. Maybe I should save this post for 9 hrs later (:
Labels: NUS, random, theatre
Mamihlapinatapei : 11/25/2010 05:47:00 AM
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Tuesday, November 16
I spent half my class getting pissed off cause I thought the avant garde film was torturous and I hate it when people do weird stuff and try to spin off this whole tale making me wonder if I'm the imbecile here. I am overly harsh I know they put in a lot of time into making it. Call me lowbrow if you please, but art is subjective and I dont agree with that whole act stylized but actually just make it tinted and on double speed. If I had to watch a full length video (that 10 min clip felt like forever), I think I would cry (also partly cause I am kind of sickly and completely miserable from hunger).
Labels: everyday nonsense, theatre
Mamihlapinatapei : 11/16/2010 01:40:00 PM
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Friday, November 12
I came across this somewhat forgotten picture and I look so happy its making me happy (: I think if I had a child my life would be complete. Either that or I could land my dream job at unicef.
I had to pray to get out of bed today, I no longer seem to think I am capable to getting through the day on my own. Which is good and bad but I dont have sophisticated enough thoughts to explain that. But today was the feminist presentation (also coming out party) which I thought we were gonners again. But by some amazing grace (how sweet thy sound) I thought we pulled through pretty well for two people who were completely confused just 12 hours earlier.
It is a fallacy that all theatre studies can act, but as I have been in close interaction with my fellow TS students of late (something i have been avoiding for the past 3 years) I must say that some of them really can.
Labels: did you know?, theatre
Mamihlapinatapei : 11/12/2010 11:48:00 PM
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Saturday, October 23
Sew this up with threads of reason and regret, So I will not forget, I cannot forget.And then sometimes words can mean so much. Like a random few words strung together can paint such a beautiful
imagery and
summon so much to mind. They don't even have to be well thought of or big words or have a complicated structure. Like how Sarah Kane's "remember the light and believe the light" is my current favourite line. Would post a list of random quotes I like (but on second thought that would really be endless) but I really should be sleeping cause we need to kick everyones butt tomorrow to end our season with a bang.
Okay random but I used to dislike Sarah Kane cause of her warped obession with sucking out eyeballs and fucking children but I had to read 4.48 Psychosis for class yesterday and wow, I must say I am impressed (but there were still some eyeball sucking action in that play though). I always have this habit of being too quick to judge.
I STILL LOVE YELLOWCARD (yes, so much so that I had to post it on facebook). Hahah brings back those bittersweet yesteryears.
Labels: (:, theatre
Mamihlapinatapei : 10/23/2010 01:50:00 AM
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Monday, October 11
No more Sunday love.
Just came to my attention that the next two weeks will be shitty with the rapid fire of deadlines. Maybe I should write a note to self to stop whiling away time and actually do something productive but I know thats not gonna work so I shalln't try. In fact, in an effort to procrastinate doing my essay due tmr for as long as I possibly can, I have gone on every possible facebook page, and downloaded more iphone games that I probably will not play and did up my schedule for the fortellable future. And its just completely downright lugubrious I think its can cry one lor. haha. I am actually looking forward to Wed 1 am because that is most likely the next time I can imagine getting a decent sleep.
I can easily write 300 words in 15 minutes. If spoken, maybe I probably can manage it 1/4 of that time. But I've just been so lacklustre about it. And its just a reflection damn it. At the D lounge now and its so hot I've been sweating endlessly on the sofa its almost obscene. Either those two boys (its not their fault but I'm secretly annoyed at them) are REALLY heat tolerent or I need to do something about myself. Like move to somewhere where the weather is cool. All the freaking time.
Can't believe I used to type wot instead of what.
Oh my I think the guys been spying on me (he probably thinks I'm DAMN hardworking cause I suddenly seem to type so quickly) because he just asked me if its okay if he turned up the fan. YES (in the most bo seh manner)!
Labels: Eusoff, NUS, theatre
Mamihlapinatapei : 10/11/2010 04:55:00 AM
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Friday, January 15
HERMIA
I frown upon him; yet he loves me still.
HELENA O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill!
HERMIA I give him curses; yet he gives me love.
HELENA O that my prayer could have such affection move!
HERMIA The more I hate, the more he follows me.
HELENA The more I love, the more he hateth me.
A Midsummer Night Dream
Act 1, Scene 1
Labels: theatre
Mamihlapinatapei : 1/15/2010 01:11:00 AM
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Wednesday, October 21
"The greatest men who ever lived believed in stars"
Arthur Miller's
All my Son is a truly awesome drama I think I'm going to cry. Or maybe its cause I took about 8 hrs to finish what I could have in 1.
"Frank is right- every man does have a star. The star of one's honesty. And you spend your life groping for it, but once it's out it never lights again. I don't think he went very far. He probably just wanted to be alone to watch his star go out."
I found this beautifully sad.
Labels: theatre
Mamihlapinatapei : 10/21/2009 08:45:00 PM
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I came across this somewhat forgotten picture and I look so happy its making me happy (: I think if I had a child my life would be complete. Either that or I could land my dream job at unicef.