I spent 3 hours in the library printing scripts, readings, more scripts, more greek, and boy am I not done for one module!:(

The rhythmic zapping, of people flipping pages, the beeping of the machines because of a jam was getting on my nerves. Familiar but not so familiar faces surrounded me. One stood across me. 2 beside me, 2 behind me…..
And. The. Noise. Was. Getting. To. Me.

I started my senseless chatter. I made new friends, although I’m sure I’d get the names mixed up the next time we meet. But it was that scene, framed by my little eyes that brought back memories tertiary life. Having not stepped in that place for 3 months and all memories of it chucked into a box in a dusty storeroom in my head…. That sound and that smell woke me from my stupor. It’s a new term.

Turned out the modules that I was all excited over turned out a little less fascinating, and at times bordering boring; on the other hand, the modules that I was a little apprehensive of turned out to be a great deal of fu n!!! ☺


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That day, I had ts practical… and I felt vulnerable.
When I was in secondary school, I was extremely comfortable with sharing with my peers everything. Noorlinah created a space for us that was safe, a space where we could share and the walls have no ears. Maybe it wasn’t just the space, but our youthful trusting disposition…We talked, we shared, we cried, we prayed, we screamed, we laughed without any inhibition.

As I get older, I find myself less trusting. I do not share as openly as I once did. So when each of us shared a little of ourselves during the practical session, I felt vulnerable; at the same time I felt the magic and beauty of theatre…to give a part of yourself to your team and eventually the audience.

If I ever become a theatre practitioner, I would love to work with kids. I find adults a little more twisted. Haha. Youths are bursting with energy, they look forward to the future with eyes wide open, and if they trust you, they give you all they can. It is amazing to see youths with so much passion and commitment, not just in theatre, but also in my ministry.

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That day, I went for my internship interview and it was one of the strangest interviews I ever had. Seems like this year I’ve been having a lot of weird interviews. Sheesh. They asked me questions like curfew, commitment, willingness to work 24/7, ability to forego sleep and lose track of time… sounds like I am applying for a superhero position? How do you respond to such questions? It is one thing to know in your mind what to expect, but it is a completely different thing to have someone tell you straight in your face such things… at least not when you’re supposedly an adult who knows the industry. Perhaps those questions are meant to test our mental strength… who knows? I won’t be paid, that’s if I get it. It is true… we artists are poor. Please sponsor us. Hint. I believe it will be a VERY HUMBLING experience, but it will be a good gauge as to whether this is the sort of industry I would seriously want to jump into after I graduate. Better to suffer a few months than 2 or more years right?

Right now, my mind is in a mess. I have to make some decisions next week. I am fearful… I am apprehensive… I have my concerns… I feel ready… but not very ready. Argh. I don’t know.

On a lighter note, my friend got me a really good deal for a Fossil watch and I was extremely pleased with it… until I got the strap adjusted and realized that I have a weird wrist size such that if I remove 3 knots, it will be a little too snug for comfort, but if I remove 2, it’d be too loose. ☹ But I love the face nonetheless. ☺



I'm dragon boating tomorrow as part of my social research essay. How cool is that?