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Sunday, November 29, 2009, 10:46 AM
Le compte de monte cristo
After the show last night, we had to dissemble the set, remove the lights/flybar decor, clean up the dressing rooms and the stage. It was strange to take apart the illusion we built just 7 days ago, after living in that world we created, i felt slightly sentimental towards the platform, the hanging curtains and the 16 large cow sacks i had to lug by myself all the way from some godforsaken place in bedok. It was like pressing a big reset button, within 2 hours, the entire theatre had returned to neutral, nothing left of the world of the count of monte cristo, only the memories that we carry with us forever. Finally got out of the theatre at 2-ish in the morning. After three days of the show running, i got feedback from the various people who had come to watch and got the usual break down of who was a better actor than the other, or who was not. But i dunno, personally, i don't believe there's such a thing as a better or a worser actor, to me, we're all the same. No matter what great or small part we play in the show, nothing could survive without the other. I'm not saying it's evil, but i just don't think it's right to categorize actors/musicians/artists as better/worse. I mean how d'you even measure the grounds? There are a thousand different ways one can measure the calibre of an actor, so who's to say which one's the most accurate? People tell me that i have so much talent in acting/music/art, but i personally don't think i am. To me, they're just things i love doing. I don't see how my life can go on without music, art or the stage. It's not always about how well you do something, it's about how much you love doing it. Art is an expression of life, what right has anyone have to define who's better than the other at expression? Pfft. So, last night, we threw away perfection, we threw away perfect timing, perfect pitch, got up on that stage, and let every single head in that audience feel the world of the count of monte cristo. A play isn't a show people go to watch, that's called cinema, not theatre. A play is a roller coaster ride that both actor and audience take, where the audience feels how the actor feels, and for even that one fleeting moment in time, feel like they're walking in the world that we create that is totally, perfectly and completely real. Or at least, that's what i try to do every time. I must start packing for tonight, otherwise, i'd get on the plane to Cairo with nothing but a sweater, my script, and a half eaten granola bar in my back-pack. Friday, November 13, 2009, 11:34 PM
From the hotel where you call
Yesterday, the much needed god-given day of rest, met Jiyin for lunch and other nonsense we get up to, ended up at the karaoke screaming songs into a dinky little microphone which had the sound quality of a donkey's fart. Joined Joan and Ken for an awesome fish and co dinner at ion. I can never get sick of that place. Awoke at stupid o'clock this morning, had a little beef pie and a glass of OJ, and i was ready to face the day. I just realized today was friday the 13th, and it all went by without a thought. I sit by my mahogany desk, munching on a cheeseburger and a hot cup of earl grey for dinner at 1130 pm on a friday night. Ryan Adams is on my playlist. Again. Soft reminders of Vienna float into my mind as Political Scientist reaches its second chorus, the quaint rain patters on my air con, almost keeping time with the song. The ghastly smell of muscle rub fills the air as i slop it onto my neck and shoulders, hoping by tomorrow morning, i awake with no pain. Pfft. I'm calling you but you're not picking up. I guess i'll just have to wait for your thrilling last minute requests that i always seem to comply with. Someone throw a brick at my head, please. I've a thousand things to remember for tomorrow and all i feel doing now is heading out into the rain and running till i see Africa or somewhere. Friday, November 6, 2009, 9:13 PM
I know this may sound weird and strange to even the most normal person, but i need to shout it out somewhere. It's impossible even for myself to keep up with this bullet train of emotions that seems to favour my head as a docking ground. Maybe all i really need is to shut down and stop thinking for a bit. The November rain seems to be sweeping in comfortably. I close my eyes and grip my mug full of hot chocolate and try to think of anything that doesn't have to do with all this bullshit, i stop and realize that everything i do has become part of it, not thinking about it would leave me with, well, nothing. So i dwell instead in, well, the bullshit. Therein lies my enigma. Nothing, or Bullshit? |
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