In a few hours, my best friend will be leaving on a jet plane. I am honestly excited about for her and the adventure that awaits her.

Perhaps it's the recent weeks of spending so much time together that a week of not spending any time with each other makes me really sad. :’(

It’s going to be tough without you around parny!!


Recently, I have been writing thoughts off from my head on my itouch..

Day 1:

To no one:
Often, we do not tAke notice of the sight and sounds in the heartland-the clothes hung on the bamboo poles, that stray cat that lies lazily on the staircase or even the cacahony of sounds of that catonese uncle singing his karoake, the clinging and clanging of pans, and crying babies.... They become sounds and sights we hear and see but we don’t take much notice.

When did we start becoming numb to these sounds and sights?

Yesterday night, when I heard a story that broke my heart into 2, I asked myself how often do I hear about such an event? Pretty often. Why does this story struck a chord in my heart more than any others?
The story of rejection, and gaps that seems to grow...
It hurts. But when I heard it yesterday, it didn't seem like another story. It was injected with a lot of emotions, and for once I found the silence deafening, and the pauses… felt like punches.

Words failed to comfort that friend...
And we sat in silence and for the first time this week, I found the passing of time slow.

'Just can't seem to get it right today' he said that yesterday... And today. I wondered silently how long has he sung that song?

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Day 2:

it's a new day. Yesterday was horrid! My group was well prepared for our viva voce..and technology failed us.. Not just one system... But many.. :( I was so disappointed that as I stood at the bus stop, I found myself crying.

I was upset that after so many rehearsals, practices, meetings, we were so well prepared and something beyond our control screws up and it affected the performance. We were flustered, but the show must go on.

The video that I spent hours and lost sleep over was supposed to be screened with the epilogue... But the computer shut down... Dramatic effect in the unintended way. I was disappointed. Very. And when I tried to explain to people, they tried to offer words of comfort, which didn't comfort me. Sigh. It's not the grade that I am affected or worried about. I do not even know the percentage weightage... Because it doesn't matter to me. It wouldn't have made a difference if it was only 5 or 20 % because my group gave a lot of ourselves to this project.

More than anything, I was disappointed that for all that hard work, the show didn't go as planned.

But that's theatre isn't it? Every show will be different. The fact that it's live. Maybe that's why sometimes j prefer film because the perfectionist in me can do many retakes, edits and re-editing! There's some sense of control.

Yet at the same time, I love theatre for it's unpredictability. That power to inspire and impact social, political and human issues today. I have studied a theatre company that still does that today. It's powerful. Beautiful. :)