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Wednesday, May 30, 2007
+ Parable +
The Parable Project is the name of my film course. Wonderful stuff. I wanna be able to tell stories just as Jesus did. Then people will question themselves, pine for the truth instead of rejecting it. This has thus far been slightly taxing, cos the skills required in film are much different from the stage. I'm almost re-learning a language. Watched a bit of the movie "Good Will Hunting"... this particular segment had a deep impact on me. ... someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. -Sean, chiding Will. superb dialogue....hmmm... my own take on the issue: if she won't be your angel... it doesn't change the fact that she's an angel right? Tell us a story. lift us from this mundane world. overcome the odds, the evils, the the avarice give us all a song and a reason why.... *raises wine bottle*...excuse my ramble.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
+ The death of a dream +
*breaking radio silence* i'm shattered. Dreams are precious things. With Jesus' help... i shld be able to get by this without the excessive use of alcohol. the music is gone. And I've had my first ever nose bleed in my life. I'm film-making. Finding distraction in work. It's a crying shame. (Britishism for: a tragic event) I don't run away from the pieces. That's not the way i fly. *zzzt*
Friday, May 25, 2007
+ What goes into these things??? +
 o.... kay...... its a "Happy Feet" flavored slurpee.... That probably means its made of either.... penguins... or...... feet i can just imagine the machine where penguins go in... and slurpees come out over and out! *raises wine glass*
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
+ my muse might desert me when i need it most +
Random events Wed: Sending Melvin off to the airport for his mission trip... from what i know, a pretty dangerous one, to some central asian backwater state. (Generally i think any state which name ends with an "istan" is a label for "somewhere in our history, we kinda screwed things up")... words cannot describe the respect i have for that bloke... After the airport, bunking over at Alvin's place for a night of entertainment with the church guys: Champions League Finals Slight concern: i dont really care much about the match. Just hope it aint boring. More worried abt the guys. 3 of 'em are gettin their asses handed to them in the army. The rest have lead relatively sheltered lives. Army WILL be a major culture shock. Just ask our 3 buddies: Cai Xiang, Wensley, Chin Guan. What will happen when they meet the majority of the singapore population? the bunch not academically able to enter JC? There are guys out there who are my age, already divorced with 2 kids... I dont exaggerate, i've been thru army. Will our guys shun these people? Yeah, i know it sounds like they're elitist, but they are young, they dont know better, not yet i hope. Can they accept their peers for who they are? Some failures in life aren't sins, and no sinner is beyond redemption. I may have stepped down as the group leader of these guys, but it doesn't mean i dont care abt them. Thursday: i gotta head down to redhill for a long overdue haircut. I'm starting to look like Shaggy. Not the Jamaican reggae Shaggy. The Scooby Doo Shaggy. I can cover a nostril with my fringe. Fret not... i wont show you that. However... . . . . . . . . . . The following scene is deemed unsuitable for pregnant women and young children . . . . . . . . . . .  *shrieks of terror fill the room* Friday: Joash is on off... methinks we'll catch Pirates of the Curry-beans jamie (CJC) is gonna pop by my church for a visit, Saturday nite. Can't wait. As it looks, meetin up with 5hyan, Sunday afternoon. Can't wait even more so. Haven't met up since the Neolithic Age. Things that worry me every-so-often: my wise-ass-ness means i can generally talk my way out of anything with my composure intact... but my muse might desert me when i need it most I trust God with my worries. But it doesn't mean i don't worry... initially. Cheers to a good final week of slacking! *raise wine glass*
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
+ production... i miss it ok? +
i've given u the sights... some might remember the sounds... all the crazy shit we pulled backstage. unofficial anthem it's lunchtime, i'm hungry we are ready to go i wanna leave rehearsal but sufian says no i hate UCC but what choice do i have? i want my food, preferably macs. anuja's nicknames... after her flailing arms never failed to smack guys in the crown jewels, makes u wonder if it was all accidental. ball basher, groin groper, penis pincher, dick denter nicknames of other cast members bobo = xiaowei, coco = xiaohui, tata = me... yeah... sexy, naughty, bitchy me. ok, thats enough reminiscing for one day... too much emo is bad for the system cheers *raises wine glass*
+ I wish i was in a production again +
Last night i was just commissioned for Gen12ii Parable Project. Yup, my film-making course starts next Monday. Hopefully i can do somethin thought-provoking, to be able to express myself through the media of film. Suddenly i am moved to memories of Hall Production 07. The musical that had the profoundest impact on my life in hall... being able to build a show from scratch, with peeps all focused on the same goal... rehearsing together... getting sick one by one... hahhaha. The last minute dance routines (i kid u not, we learnt the last routine in the night b4 opening nite). Oh well... film and stage might be pretty different, but i hope to diversify. Gotta get down to doing the things i love before work forces me to consider otherwise... Some fotos from Hall Production 07... "It's Your Choice"  goofing off backstage  me n shiwei driven slightly mad by rehearsals... only slightly mad  totally lovin it... gettin out of the University Cultural Centre me, ai ping, anuja, shiwei  daniel, me, sherri, aeron  the full cast... check out the double-level set behind us... i cant behind the stage crew actually built that from nothingness  me, sherri, vernon... check out our very gay make-up... the only thing i hate abt stage  song and dance... altho here it looks like "i dunno..."  this ese is loco...  i am ready for my close-up... lol  1 of many perks in drama... camera-whoring
+ this is my rifle, this is my gun +
the following excerpt is taken from a reliable news source, also known as Joash's blog: guns are phallic symbols... and Singapore is moving towards shrinking our rifles. "for better maneuverability in tight spots!" -official statement (-_-'')... *gulps down glass of wine*
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
+ yay Australia boleh +
ok... throughout the years we have undoubtedly come across peeps who have dreams of moving down under... to the land of koalas, kangaroo's, anal-retentive customs officials, and fish 'n' chips the size of the average rhinoceros. As a history major, it is of great interest to me that once upon a time, the Australian island was a dumping ground for depraved hardened criminals. They were apparently so abominable that the British Empire deliberately sent them as far away as geographically possible, so as to be rid of them forever and forever amen... Ironically, today almost every middle-class Singaporean has toyed with the idea of going there voluntarily... to live in peace and racial harmony with the descendants of... well nevermind. In order to help our would-be emigrants adapt to the distinct Australian culture and colloquialisms, i have prepared the most beloved song in Australia with annotations for easy reference. Waltzing Matilda the unofficial Australian National Anthem Once a jolly swagman(1) camped by a billabong,(2) Under the shade of a Coolibah(3) tree, And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy(4) boil You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me. Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda, You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me,(5) And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boil You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me. Down came a jumbuck(6) to drink at that billabong Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee, And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tucker bag(7) You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.(8) Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda, You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me, And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tucker bag You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me. Up rode the squatter mounted on his thorough-bred(9) Down came the troopers One Two Three(10) Whose that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tucker bag You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me. Waltzing Matilda Waltzing Matilda You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me Whose that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tucker-bag You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.(11) Up jumped the swagman sprang in to the billabong You'll never catch me alive said he, And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.(12) ------------------------------ (1)swagman: a bum (2)billabong: a dry river bed, or a famous surfer brand (3)coolibah: apparently... some kind of... tree (4)billy: ummm... a smaller dry river bed? (5)This line seems to indicate some kind of dancing, probably a waltz, possibly with someone named Matilda (6)jumbuck: Oh COME ON! That can't possibly be a word! (7)tucker-bag: haiz... you know what? Fuck this. "English-speaking" country, my ass. (8)I find this whole stanza very disturbing, watevadahell a jumbuck is... (9)okay... I have absolutely no idea why this squatter has a thorough-bred (10)apparently he has links with either the Storm Troopers or the Starship Troopers (11)I'm not familiar with the Australian code of law... But i think the penalty for shoving a "jumbuck" in a "tucker-bag" is to go have a waltz with Matilda and a squatter. (12)The Aussies think having a waltz with Matilda and a squatter is a fate worse than death. Beats me why they wrote a song about it.
+ Dream a little dream +
I recently had a dream that i could play the piano. As in, really play... beyond playing by ear... actually hammering those keys, giving form and substance to all the music in my head. I pretty much forgot what the rest of the dream was about, but the scene with me playing the piano was so vivid... so real that i woke up still feeling extremely pleased with myself. heh... needless to say, i can't play the piano in real life... but i can play the guitar. I'm still working on trying to play the guitar by ear. But scheisse... the piano is in my opinion, the greatest instrument ever humanly created. It can transmit so much accent and emotion... pity the damn thing is so huge. I like the guitar cos its portable and has an insane variety of add-ons to change the sounds it can create, but whoa... the piano's ability to put all your 10 fingers to work in making music... it still wins hands-down. I wish i could play the piano... but realistically, i still have to work on playing the guitar by ear first. Cheers *shrugs... raises wine glass*
+ Lookie what i found... +
going thru the disorganized junk on my com... i found a few that some might remember... heh... some pics from 2006 church camp and Storm in a Fishbowl production team holiday..  do you find this disturbing? I find this disturbing... "Er... my brain is about... this big" Daesiree, Phoebe, Clement  Go Go PowerRangers!  wei xuan, janice, ben, phoebe, wensley, yanyi going all broadway in the hotel lobby  we may look happy, but we're actually terribly lost somewhere in Bintan  we adopted these poor girls from the gutter  They attempted to communicate...  They weren't... you know... "normal"  This is what you get after taking directions from Michelle... Will we ever get back to civilization? This was 1 of many hills we perspired over, in the cycling trip to end all cycling trips.  Fortunately, we are tough, manly men, ever ready to overcome all odds! Cheers!* raises wine glass*
+ blurp +
I wanna waste time with you *raises wine glass*
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
+ So long, so busy, so beat, so blah... SO OVER THAT SHITE! +
Cripes! i cant believe how long i've stopped bloggin. I used to blog under stress... but somehow i got so busy that i couldnt even blog... anyways... as most would have noticed... THE EXAMS ARE OH-VA! now i can spend time reminescing about how downright rushed and busy this whole damn sem was... THANK GOD its over... the great thing about hindsight is that its easier to be reminded of the roses and the shit... cos while your wading up to your neck in shit, u tend to overlook the roses. Lost in a blur of activity, sapped to within an inch of my being...  here's da scoop: Mar 30th, was my first stage production as a producer. Once again i'd landed myself in a production with 2 roles, (3 if you count my voice heard in the mango tree play) . Thats a record of 3 productions in a row. I cameo-ed as nihara's nameless bf....... ok stop laughing... i noe we is inter-racially scandalous...  I squeezed back into the o'l St Patricks uniform... the main gripe was the fact that I had a research paper due at 23:59 that same night... perhaps the wear was showing... hmmm... it was a poor foto... sorry i didnt smile enuf with our talented script writer, Danielle.  stress, stress, stress, at least found the heart to have many a good laugh. Especially at scenes like this: Anuja giving Benny's sarong a "check-up", or so they say...  here's a toast to our full cast!  another toast to our loyal A-block supporters, many of whom also had assignments due...  This was my last production of the sem. Damn... it really drained me. And the blah-dee exams where barely 4 weeks away, looming over my head like vultures waiting for me to croak.... Sometimes I wonder if I did one production too many... didn't need the points, my place in hall for next sem was secure by then... haiz... but I've spent time doing things I enjoy. Chances like these may never show up again once I start working. My grades probably suffered, but grades never gave me joy quite like acting. Realization of the day: I am a stage-whore.... and loving it.... Best Quote during production: "Ian! You're from St Pats?! So you should be a father of two by now right?" - Anuja cheers! *raises wine glass*   |
