the break

its been officially called the school holidays. but as most shall agree, it is not a holiday. you know what i mean. but still, i like the so called holidays. its a break. a break from all the work i’m loathing and well… i’m enjoying every moment of it now, as i’m sure many people would. after the 3 consecutive ccts i’m relieved that the break is finally here. at least, it provides a breather. you can’t disagree.

Blind At First Sight

Its been a long two terms or two months, working on this parody project. all the trouble and time spent, i guess was worth it. the squablings disagreements and frustrations. i could say, i guess you can tell, that all that rubbish i went through writing the script – putting in a new one to have it taken out – was so frustrating to me. But i guess in the end it all worked out rather well. i guess being in the top six, i cant really complain. we were fortunate to have the best talents and experienced people in our group, without whom we’d have been baseless. but oh well. it could have been better – given that our rehearsal felt real good. but still… theres again so much more for me to learn. its oh well, i can’t really say much. i dont think im sad, and certainly not emoing. i just wished for more.

laugh.

Parody – laugh at myself

this is nuts.

production is suppose to be next week,  we havent started rehearsals, we havent even finalised a script.

i’m so mad at myself for having such pathetic script writing lack of skills. i cant believe i wrote a script without knowing clearly in my mind what the fuck the theme was. who the fuck is as screwed up as this. i’m pulling the whole group down, i know that. but really what the fuck. i don’t know how. this is just a fucking plain rant for no results…

9th August

i was at suntec today and to my surprise i saw a whole contingent there.  they were on their way to the floating arena but oh my, what a sight it was. for some reason i just felt my pride swell up in me, knowing that i was a singaporean. this was the ceremonial contingent, the flag beariers and lot. i was quite pleasently surprised to find out that the flags that they had did not already have their covers off. in front of the whole crowd, they had to ceremoniously remove the covers from the flags. what a sight. i really loved it. and then i saw mr president’s contigent. again i was so attracted to it. i suppose i don’t get to see these behind-the-scene things very often, which is why i like it, but then again. i don’t know. i just love it.

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then i was wondering why in the world some had said they’d rather not perform at ndp. i don’t know how many people would, but i would. though i havent hung a singapore flag in front of my house for some time, i would watch ndp every year. i don’t know how many people do, but i do and i just love it. perhaps its the “propogandic” education we receive (there are so many things as a little boy u don’t know how much skewed truths there are in our school and the education) that makes me love this country. but i feel proud to say im a singaporean. this year, its a pity i could not be home to watch the ndp. but i so wanted to. then i realised that when the fireworks came on, so many people were rushing to catch it. open areas by the bay were filled with throngs of people. and so i wonder, is it only the fireworks that are attractive or is it their pride as a singaporean that attracts them. i don’t know. but i would and will if i can want to perform in an ndp. its for the love of the place i call home (so cliche, i hate it).

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still, in a day, its over. the national day feel doesn’t last long enough. and i dont like it. i dont know though. ndp has always been the same. the most enticing bits are the most interesting bits. but apart from that its the same. but i guess not much can be done to change that. but oh well. its the way things are. thank you singapore.

Scripting parody

i’m giving up

i’m not good at it

i can’t make it

it just ins’t working

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i’m not asking for you to tell me a lie

i’m not asking for you to tell me its good

when it isn’t

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but i just can’t make ends meet

i can’t make a shakespeare text sound modern

i can’t make it sound funny

i can’t make anything happen

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i don’t know if its the audience

who can’t pick out the lines

i don’t know if its because its still on paper

and when its stage it’ll be funny

or if really i don’t know that it just

cannot make it.

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whatever the reason

the rate this goes

i’m giving up

i can’t make anything happen

i can’t make it

and i’ve gotta accept it.

do you want to take over?