Self-satisfaction is no satisfaction.

I realise, it's been too long since my last post. I didn't take myself seriously when I wrote about regretting my infrequent post.
So much has happened in the last too months, I have no words to describe all of it. Just got home from the preview of Much Ado About Nothing. (And to think my last post was about FSD a day before Singapore?!) God it's been such a long time.
After all this time, I've realised how much I actually do miss Falling Things. I would want to be part of the re-staging (time allowing) in a heartbeat. Also, lots of warm feelings hearing Joe say he's happy to see how I have developed from the beginning of season

Was just about to open my law book, when I remembered being so miserable, the last 2 years of highschool. I remember being confused, and feeling lots stupid. I also remember loving my class, yet feeling so lost in it. Being competetive and then giving up, failing. After all the hard work, I felt contented, and yet, still lost.

Things have yet changed since all that. You may say I'm no doctor but I'm glad I didnt take the short cut with going with what I know, simply being too afraid to try something new. I'm grateful for my new-found ability to take risks. Most of all, going through with the plan, even after all the odd looks, disapproving glances and clear misunderstandings.
Yeah, I do Humanities. Sue me.

With that, I shall now attempt to do some shameless promoting.


THEATRE FOR YOUNG PEOPLE closes Season 2011 with Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing, opening from the 22nd-25th of September at Lot 10!
Tickets go for just RM13! HELLO PEOPLE. You do NOT want to miss the psycho-ness that is T4YP 2009-2011.

Sex, gossip, dance and gamelan. Shakespeare just got ASIAN. MAAN like you've never seen it before. We GUARANTEE.

I honestly cannot believe how fast time has flown, the relationships I have formed, and how much I have matured emotionally. I promised myself I'd make something of this year, and I have not dissapointed myself. Next year is an important year for me, and I don't know how I'm going to do everything that's in the works as of now, but I'm sure He has a plan.

Word of the day: Scared

In my ears,

Bjork: Joga

Fun and frolick.

Photos for Food, Sex and Death!

Singapore is (apparently) in less than 8 hours, which means I should probably be in bed now.

I'm up to do some last minute promoting, I think is imperative before our FIRST WEEK OF PRODUCTION STARTS. T-Minus 3 days before the first show in Singapore. The nerves should probably be getting the best of me by now, but it's not. Well we'll see about that.

Quite excited, and yet a little bit bothered about leaving everything over here. 5 days is what it is. Nevertheless, I hope to soak in more than just an ounce of fun and adventure, as Singapore will allow. Literally.

I'll miss you doggies, and dad.

And of course my bestie who is up telling me which of my 238472386482 bags looks the nicest :)

Food, Sex and Death opens in Singapore, this Thursday till Saturday (28th-30th of July) at the Arts House!

http://www.facebook.com/#!/event.php?eid=136495343097120

And from the 4th-7th of August at Pentas 2 KLPac!

Get your tickets people!

http://www.klpac.org/?cat=3

Word of the day: Superstar

in my ears,

dexys midnight runners: come on eileen

Yellow Light.

There's something about weekdays I'll never understand.
The fact that I actually have time to post, and breathe, all at the same time is quite overwhelming.
As you can probably tell, all this have been a complete 360 turn from my days of R&R.
But, I wouldn't have traded those days for the world.

Its going to be a hell of a July, slowly seeping into August.
Room of Secrets @ Urbanscapes on the 16th of July
Food, Sex and Death in Singapore from the 26th-31st.
Food, Sex and Death from the 4th-7th of August @Pentas 2 KLPac.
World Youth Day, Spain from the 12th-24th of August.

*exhales*

No promises.

An absolutely free Saturday today.
A first since April 2011.
You don't really think of freedom, when its been suppressed for so long. I wouldn't call it suppression, necessarily, when I've actually been having a tremendous lot of fun all this while.
I think something will have to give in the next few months.

Frustrating how my need to sleep almost always overrules my want to study. I probably switched those around by purpose.
Just like how, at this very moment, I'm so vigorously churning out thoughts for my blogpost when I should really be vomiting out the Hart V Devlin case for a law essay that is lying untouched somewhere.
Priority isn't really my priority, as you can probably tell.

Frustrating, also, how the end of the day can turn out to be absolutely nothing akin to that of the start.
I try to embrace every emotion and hold on to it, for more than just a second. Digesting every bit of everything.
However hard I try to regurgitate it anywhere in my piece, it never comes across as true, to me at least.

Thats because, the authenticity comes from, well, you.

Word of the day: Misunderstanding

in my ears,

incubus: if not now, when?

Jack of all trades, but a master of fun.

TAKE A GUN AND SHOOT ME POINT BLANC. My last post was almost a month away?!
Preposterous.
I promised I wouldn't let myself leave my little bloggy all alone and under-nourished.
So I'm back :)
Pardon my irregularities, college has been tres hectic. Just the 2nd week into it, and I'm already finding myself tipping off balance.
As they say, high school never ends.

My class is, boisterous, to say the least.
Very, very amusing, nonetheless.
I foresee an interesting 1 and a 1/2 years ahead.

Word of the day: TIU!

in my ears,

incubus: promises, promises

A Hallmark Holiday and frauds alike.

There I was, frantically trying to post, between the hours of my driver's ed. Only to find, the lack of a compose button on my iDevice. Sigh.
I'll soon regret my irregular musings here, when I have no longer the time I have to spare, as I do now.

This week, looks like it's going to be a very challenging one ahead, not to mention the end of any holidays I might have till forever.
I'm glad I took this break, for I have succesfully disallowed myself to get complacent, these 6 months I was blessed with, to frolick and fool around as much as I like.

Without having to look too much into the future, tomorrow seems to hold the key to my much needed freedom. So to speak, a hurdle I haven't been able to cross for a while. Hopefully, I will make myself proud, however small and insignificant this little bridge I'm so waiting to cross over may seem.

If there is one thing I've learnt during my improv classes, is that thinking inhibits. I acquire a certain freedom in throwing caution to the wind (I probably shouldn't be so quick to dismiss caution on the road, but you know what I mean) and just jumping into the fire.

Lesson for this week: Learning to live in the moment. Embrace fear and you will conquer it, and not vice versa.

SS2 Durians with the gang on Monday, college shopping on Tuesday, rehearsal on Wednesday, Nitya Sumangali on Thursday, and Friday. Hmm. Theatre with Kelvin on Saturday, and hot-seating on Sunday. Then orientation on Monday.

Yep, this is me, throwing caution to the wind, jumping off the cliff, with no clue if my parachute actually functions, or otherwise.

Word of the day: Done

in my ears,

city and colour: the girl

P.S. If you've realised that the title has absolutely zilch to do with the rest of the post, forgive me. The blog fairy comes along and puts little title ideas in my head that are hard to shake off.

Possibly maybe?

So, this wasn't a carefully thought out post, just a spur of the moment thing.
Before I barely have the time to breathe, soon.

How my suckish Monday took a wonderful turn :) I love the new or rather, old additions to the T4YP '11 group. Food, Sex and Death is a sure fire blast, if I dare say so, so early into the rehearsal process. Just one read through and casting was confirmed. Gotto love yourself some spontaneity.

On to other matters. It might have occured to you that I don't take failing very well. Yeah, thats just me. Shock, humiliation and stupitidy all rolled into one. Some people wouldn't understand. You just have to know what it feels like, to know what it feels like.
But now, my twitter reads, whats done is done. Time to pack up and move on.

I suppose biomechanics class on Saturday will come in handy soon enough. I doubt we were hopping onto wooden boxes, backwards without a reason.
Trust. As well as not over-thinking. I hope I find out what it is, soon enough.

I think it'd be amusing to juxtapose what they'll teach us at college and at T4YP. I hear a lot of quiet chuckling by myself, in the near future.

Fingers crossed for first T4YP production opening outside the country, in just 2 months!

Thought of the day: Tickle Sex

in my ears,
sam tsui and kurt schneider: summer pop medley