well. it's been a really really long time. actually, just merely a week. but it seems like so long. was jam-packed with activities so i couldn't really blog. everyday i wanted to, but i just couldn't find the time.

interjection: i've finally changed the song in the sidebar. and in the wake of bernard, xiangwei, and lately claudia, i've given everyone comments under their hyperlinks.. so just like, scroll over and see what's written. i'm trying my best to be witty/funny/whatever so don't flame me, ok?

events that happened last week flash across my mind. i think of donating blood. i think of the birthday get-together on wednesday. i think of the funny rehearsals, in both rj and ri. i think of me being your britney spears. i think of the woman in black. i think of.. i think of. i think of too many things.

i wonder if it's even right to talk about such personal stuff anymore.

donating blood was a very enlightening experience, if i may say so myself. i feel proud of being a humanitarian and doing a good deed. and also cos i was strong! whoopee~! didn't feel dizzy or dozzy or doozy or drowsy one single bit, and i was up and ready after that. smiling and talking during the thing, trying to psyche out huimin but failing terribly... and i got my nice green band! it didn't hurt that i believe in the laws of serendipity too. it's like taking an unseen free insurance policy, without any bonds.

and then suddenly it happened. on that day. the first time i saw that. i didn't really believe whatever wc had said before, but after i saw it i was like wow. and diana can just trip over her bloody dress down the stairs and die with her erratic head-jerking, drumsticks and high-cut shoes. superficial? maybe. perhaps. but it gives me something, i guess. something new. and i just didn't think that the 17yearold powerhouse had appeal anymore. i was growing increasingly irritated, after all. but nevermind. i don't think i'm really throwing it behind as much as i am putting it aside. for the time being. we'll see. it all comes back to the chasing of old dreams, yet again. we must be young again.

it was fun to be britney spears for a day. (and potentially as well as horrifically, the rest of my life to some people) but yeah. i assumed that identity wouldn't really matter. but perhaps it does. i mean. if things continue. which apparently they are. so.. time to set the record straight.

i really loved the get-together on wednesday, albeit at a weird place which i never even knew bloody existed before. was hoping to eat at a more posh aircon place, but since it's touted to be newton food, then nevermind. the humongously long queues!! although hadri was being a bit of a bitch that night.. haagen dazs was sosoSO cool! berns checking out the gondz and later finding out that another one thought hadri/i looked cute (hopefully it's the latter so that it'll be a first) and kenneth and my simultaneous utterances of "rainbow sprinkles" and "kiwi" in the same tone and speed was uncannily coincidental, with LYCHEE and TIRAMISU and IRISH CREAM. madness. liked vid's barking too. hahahahaha!!

and then vir came back. it was quite a funny experience, the 3 of us. me, her, and mel. yakking at delifrance, and activating the boo-boo doll at hollandV. i wasn't that close to her, but yes i guess she hadn't really changed much. and how on earth do you get lost on the freaking mrt train? it's not like we're in freaking manhattan or UK or something. oh well. soon she'll be having her driver's license. so that's cool. although the reunion didn't work out, i guess we can always do it another time.

i feel compelled to type all. and then i did something so stupid. so, so stupid that thursday. that could have altered the course of history and changed events. well, only a certain few anyway. but important enough to make me feel better. but it's too late to regret all that now. if only i had done that. if only. if only i was more aggresive, more shameless. more.. roy-whatever-his-surname-was from QueenBitch was right. this is singapore. just be a little more courageous and shameless than other people and you'll get what you want.

anyway. this comes very late, but i'd like to give my views on dramafest. in chronological order:

morrison - cliched idea, but then again no one really attempted it before. i felt there were too many characters, (just as how friday originally had, at which azizul eliminated/merged characters at my suggestion :)) so therefore not much room for development. it is, after all a half hour play. bordering on a skit for some. acting-wise, could be improved for some. direction wasn't phenomenal. yeah. haha, and i guessed the twist at the end! (head councillor's got acting potential k... my junior. -grin-)

bayley - oh my gosh. what can i say about this man. solely from a non-biased standpoint, i would say that the acting wasn't as good as it could have been, and there were some parts where they were in danger of breaking out of character. oh well. but direction was deservedly won, for breaking barriers. and setting new standards. the dance was... =) i think enough has been said about the script, and good job to everyone for working around its limitations. can't believe i shouted that britney line before it started.

buckley - very good casting, very visually pleasing to the eye as it fit what one would envision if they just read the script alone. script by itself showed promise, but was rather ruined by amateur directing, which isn't anyone's fault really. a good attempt though. (after all, it was all green, fitting the colour scheme of the house) but acting itself wasn't memorable at all. from any character.

hullett - friday's cast had good rapport and chemistry, which was a given, based on most of the cast's age proximity as well as time spent together. really wanted to shout "azizul, please pay for your crumpler before using it" and he said he afterwards that he would have laughed if i had done so. so, damn!! haha. anyway. yeah. very reminiscent of 2002, an interesting hybrid of banned and fillintheblank, but obviously paling in comparison to its predecessor. whoever said that they won because of the lack of serious competition was probably right.

moor - wow. screwed by certain facets of imperfect directing, but lovely script. very intriguing idea, and whatnot. it was quite funny though, cos i knew there was a gay somewhere about 2 weeks before, but as matin said "you just don't know who it is". i thought the guy at the side of the stage was a hullett crew member who fell asleep and people forgot to wake him up. music was very appropriate. i got freaked out by the whole thing. definitely has the potential to go much further if it was a longer play and if there were better actors. but i guess they had the best that they could have. the part where the dad leaned on the psychiatrist's shoulder was a bit forced though. could be more natural. hello! you're an actor for chrissakes!

well.. that's it. i thought the whole thing was rather sad. returning to ri made me realise that there is so much i miss and will be missing and have missed. if that made any sense to you. too much nostalgia is unhealthy. but it's funny. i'm trying to retain links there. i think i shall return again next year. and it'd be so much easier this time. hurr.

woman in black wasn't fantastic. but it was definitely good. i give the acting about 85 - 90%, don't think they were at their peak.. they had room for more variations and improvements. the lights, sound and tech were the ones that really brought about the atmosphere and setting of the piece, which i believe contributed much more to the play's success rather than the ridiculous spectre in pale facepaint throwing up her hands into the sky in a diva-like manner. i lost it all there. it wasn't necessary. loved the translucent curtain backdrop. the whole backstage effect. lights shining. the haunting sound of the rocking chair. the door. the clip-clop of the trap and the bump of the train. a deserved 100% to the crew and tech managers for this production of WIB, they truly brought out the play's essence in being haunting. oh, and i loved the way they didn't credit the female actress in the programme, which brings about a spillover effect into real life, when the audience themselves wonder about the identity of that strange woman...

which brings me to the end of a very, very crazy week.

quixoticka eulogized @ 10:21:00 pm