Theatre...

Ever felt:

1. You could be that person?
2. You could be that successful?
3. You could have that courage to go to her?
4. You could have that talent?
5. You could stall time? or make it go backward?
6. You could just settle and not worry?
7. You could .....

Life is a theatre. Life is as it is painted throught the canvas of your eyes. Life is but a presentation of everyday mundanity to be observed by someone else. Because everything you wished for in life, is so that someone else might observe through their canvas of their eyes or the very least, your own. Society is but a self reinforcing cycle that transforms theatre into a embodied environment so that artistes can be kept in their world of arts. Should this loop pays off, the objects of the canvas could seek to find solace in its own frame, being truely unaware that it was a creation of its own imagination, or I so called theatre works. Much of the systems that was beautifully painted or crafted have made it to the top galleries of our imagination.

Remember, the world is but a musical so colourfully painted and brought to life through our own desire to encapsule oursleves in a framed dimension. You might be confortable in the colours and sounds, the feelings and all are yet to be know to be truth or theatre itself. The word of a greater satisfaction to break out of this jail seems unconventional but please do not detract from the fact that it in itself can be yet another object being painted. Yes, it is another painting, or musical...

Bye TC and TCT

It will be a sad thing for most of us musicians and vocalists over in Faith Community Baptist Church. At least for me. Today will mark my last day playing at these 2 wonderful centres. Next week is the last time any one of us will play, but I will not be because of my exams. Thus, today really is my LAST time playing. I will soon be on a big platform in EXPO Max Pavilion. The feeling will be different. But the move of God will be even greater. Christmas is coming. I am beginning to feel the mood. I wish to sit with a few good friends over in Country Manna celebrating a good time together over wine and chicken. For now, I am feeling the cold wind blowing in, as I look over a peaceful night estate. Peace.

3 tiered keyboards, and a 6 second disaster.

Hi. This is my beloved 3 tiered keyboard. Yah, I am 1 man orchestra for the theatre production RAMAYANA. Doing this stunt is not going to get me a good grade since it is a overall grade for the class. Very challenging to do live music for a production. Took me weeks! Nvm la, I am doing something I like. I will do it for CASH if anyone wants my amatuerish input. Stageit pls stay away from me ok? unless u can assure me cash or a grade. if not, nah!

I wanna thank my buddies in Studio Comm who always made sure the keyboards are set up nicely.

Anyway this class has created a 6-second disaster for me. It ruined me. Top to bottom. I shall not dwell on it anymore. I rest my case.

Bad Genes..

I remembered doing eugenics in theatre class. It is about the segregation of the good from the bad. More than that, you try to isolate the bad and kill them all. For the good ones, you make them propogate. Die man die. I am a bad gene. I am the one that they will get rid of. I am the one that dissapears in eugenics. I am gone, gone, goned.

Things people do not know but think they know...

Inspired by Ja who was inspired by Fifi who was inspired by ....

1) When an issue angers me, I will be boiling inside with revenge. Literally. So be careful.
2) I imagine alot about the kind of lifestyle I want to live. Alot.
3) I really do not have the courage to do certain things. Socialise etc. Really.
4) I like girls in gowns etc. Very nice. The most beautiful part is their shoulders.
5) My skin is naturally fair, not because I do not like the sun.
6) My very brown eyes are real. No contacts. each is 900 over degrees!
7) My family is rich, all in the wrong and brainless sense. So, being a hawker is still cool.
8) 90% of the time spent at home is silent. I do not talk to anyone. Mind your own business.
9) One family member I can send to SURVIVOR Island to wake up: Mum.
10) My dream car is not a Larmbo, it is a Rolls Royce Phantom.
11) If I could choose money or relationships: I figured I will finally choose money.
12) I do not mind being uncomfortable, as long as it is high society.
13) I still pretty a kid in me. Soft toys I still like.
14) My art is drop dead fantastic. Not my music.
15) I get jealous easily.
16) I like to be included.
17) I can cook up a steak dish, with mashed potatoes and red wine.
18) Most of my friends are good friends. Think Ant, Fiona, Jinfu, Ja and so on.
19) I imagine planes crashing into CBD most nights. Exciting? or gross?
20) I never get fat. It is a disease.

Better without you..

Just when I am having a great time with my Dad, I am beginning to dislike my mum. She is just such a irritation to the family. I will not elaborate more. Know this and do not ask me about it.

Like Dad like Son!

Some of you might know, I do post me and my dad's SMS conversations sometime!

Me: Dad can use your car go school come back 1130?
Dad: Sure

*After 4hours*

Me: Alamak! Camry kena bird shit!
Dad: Buy 4D

*After 2hours*

Me: I just cut and colour my hair. Later you see maybe die!
Dad: Wooo whats a peacock!

Me: Dad will u be coming back? Going school again at 430. Need to stay very late.
Dad: At home 2 ok!

Boy oh Boy!

I am once again the wedding pianist. Cannon in D for the march in really isn't my cup of tea, but I pulled it off nicely and gracefully. This has been a long time since I played for wedding. The only sad thing is that Ben and I had no _N_ P_W. People who can guess the word gets a prize.

The very same day, the new EXPO worship team took stage. We were all dressed to kill. LOL. This is a partial group photo. Consists of mainly guys aka posers! We likened ourselves to some boy bands.

Anyway, today in theatre rehearsal, I got this huge splinter in my thumb. 2 girls watched intensely as I removed it. I got to use a safety pin to slowly slice open the skin along the splinter. The as i popped it out, one of the girls ran away in disgust. *ouch* Ok, back to my 3 tiered keyboard area.