I compared notes with one of my friends who expects everything of the universe, and is disappointed when anything less than thebest, and I found that I begin at the other extreme, expecting nothing, and am always full of thanks for moderate goods. I accept the clangor and jangle of contrary tendencies. I find my account in sots and bores also. They give a reality to the circumjacent picture, which such a vanishing meteorous appearance can ill spare. 
- Experience, Ralph Waldo Emerson (91)

The Pillowman. Back at home, back at the DBS Arts Centre, Singapore Repertory Theatre. The place we so religiously visited for the whole of this year today, especially in that of the whole of April, May & later September/August. Its funny how the fresh batch of YC people have no idea who you are, and they treat you like you're so new to the place...that there's this ridiculous sense of irony within. TSK! Anyway I thought jill was really sweet, and that I guess somehow going back to Merbau Road...after so long, does make me realize how much I miss that place, and theatre, more so. Done 'professionally', albeit heartbreaks, but yeah. After all that happened (laptop dysfunction, disgusting job with great money... all those horrendous late nights, missing theatrical actions...); somehow, somewhat, it seemed to be rather nostalgic, walking through the place filled with much memories. Anyway... I was back in there again, yes! In the dressing rooms, speaking to the people we all once worked with, and randomly chancing upon the cast to look for michael only to be able to speak with him only at the end, for a teeeeeee bit. And I must say...in all redundancy of the redundants...that...I think Shane Mardjuki is rather cute! (: Well of course, Michael still stands at the top of my list of honourable actors/ (or so the ones I really look up to), & Adrian Pang, most certainly, for he really never fails to deliver more so adequately!  And Daniel Jenkins, his naturalistic ability in acting, is just so amazing, I wished I could have half of that aura within. What splendour. Ah. And of course, it was really really nice to see Melissa! (: Heee. And Hazlinah! (:

Anyway, yes I caught pillowman in the midst of nowhere last night while doing FOH. The thing about FOH is that I love doing it, because it gets me a chance to be able to watch a play for a multitudinal amount of times without going bankrupt as you would if you had to purchase tickets for every show you watch. But of course, now being the examinations period, it certainly sucks to know that I could not afford to risk doing more than once a time for FOH! :( Hence, there goes that viewing of the progress in improvisational theatre & in observing the revision of plays... Hurrlls. Playwright by McDonagh, directed by Tracie Pang, The Pillowman certainly brings in the closest, stark resemblance towards one of the dramatists I have come to so familiarly, yet best put, 'well-accquainted' with; that of Harold Pinter. Somehow, somewhat, if you don't mind me saying, I'd reckoned the play similar to that of Absurdist Theatre. Its mono-setting, pointlessness in the characters' often & repetitive (& perhaps meaningless) ramblings is none the less striking. I absoutely loved Adrian's delivery in that of his 'Deaf boy crossing the railway'* (pardon me, I am really bad with titles & names); especially in that of the Chinese man...when Tulposki said, "...Chinese boy because you know, they look funny," Oh, the irony..! The play was dark, really, and I detested the stories they told, of gruesome murder, horrific crimes, and especially morbid in that of the Pillowman; the kind, smiley old figure that lives to encounter fates worse than the kids 'it' tries to save. What bouts of horror and awful exasperation must he feel with life. Sigh. All in all, I must say it was worth the time travelling down & catching it instead of studying [clears throat!]. But a deeper commentary on it, I should say, it could perhaps wait. 

My progress on American Literature, well for the examinations, are awfully slow, & dreadfully unpleasant. Work beckons tonight.

And....come the holidays & gyming/swimming/shopping sessions; I absoutely cannot wait to dabble with theatre once more! (= 

   Adam and Eve had many advantages, but the principal one was, that they escaped teething.

    There is this trouble about special providences -- namely, there is so often a doubt as to which party was intended to be the beneficiary. In the case of the children, the bears, and the prophet, the bears got more real satisfaction out of the episode than the prophet did, because they got the children.


Training is everything. The peach was once a bitter almond; cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education.

    Remark of Dr. Baldwin's, concerning upstarts: We don't care to eat toadstools that think they are truffles.

Let us endeavor so to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.

    Habit is habit, and not to be flung out of the window by any man, but coaxed downstairs at step at a time.

One of the most striking differences between a cat and a lie is that a cat has only nine lives.


The holy passion of Friendship is of so sweet and steady and loyal and enduring a nature that it will last through a whole lifetime, if not asked to lend money.

    Consider well the proportions of things. It is better to be a young June bug than an old bird of paradise.

Why is it that we rejoice at a birth and grieve at a funeral? It is because we are not the person involved.

    It is easy to find fault, if one has that disposition. There was once a man who, not being able to find any other fault with his coal, complained that there were too many prehistoric toads in it.

All say, "How hard it is that we have to die" -- a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.

    When angry, count four; when very angry, swear.

There are three infallible ways of pleasing an author, and the three form a rising scale of compliment: 1 -- to tell him you have read one of his books; 2 -- to tell him you have read all of his books; 3 -- to ask him to let you read the manuscript of his forthcoming book. No. 1 admits you to his respect; No. 2 admits you to his admiration; No. 3 carries you clear into his heart.

    As to the Adjective: when in doubt, strike it out.

Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear -- not absence of fear. Except a creature be part coward, it is not a compliment to say it is brave; it is merely a loose misapplication of the word. Consider the flea! -- incomparably the bravest of all the creatures of God, if ignorance of fear were courage. Whether you are asleep or awake he will attack you, caring nothing for the fact that in bulk and strength you are to him as are the massed armies of the earth to a sucking child; he lives both day and night and all days and nights in the very lap of peril and the immediate presence of death, and yet is no more afraid than is the man who walks the streets of a city that was threatened by an earthquake ten centuries before. When we speak of Clive, Nelson, and Putnam as men who "didn't know what fear was," we ought always to add the flea -- and put him at the head of the procession.

    October. This is one of the peculiarly dangerous months to speculate in stocks in. The others are July, January, September, April, November, May, March, June, December, August, and February.


The true Southern watermelon is a boon apart, and not to be mentioned with commoner things. It is chief of this world's luxuries, king by the grace of God over all the fruits of the earth. When one has tasted it, he knows what the angels eat. It was not a Southern watermelon that Eve took: we know it because she repented.

Nothing so needs reforming as other people's habits.

    Behold, the fool saith, "Put not all thine eggs in the one basket" -- which is but a manner of saying, "Scatter your money and your attention"; but the wise man saith, "Put all your eggs in the one basket and -- watch that basket!" 


 If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you. This is the principal difference between a dog and a man.

    We all know about the habits of the ant, we know all about the habits of the bee, but we know nothing at all about the habits of the oyster. It seems almost certain that we have been choosing the wrong time for studying the oyster.

Even popularity can be overdone. In Rome, along at first, you are full of regrets that Michelangelo died; but by and by, you only regret that you didn't see him do it.

    JULY 4. Statistics show that we lose more fools on this day than in all the other days of the year put together. This proves, by the number left in stock, that one Fourth of July per year is now inadequate, the country has grown so.

Gratitude and treachery are merely the two extremities of the same procession. You have seen all of it that is worth staying for when the band and the gaudy officials have gone by.

    THANKSGIVING DAY. Let us all give humble, hearty, and sincere thanks now, but the turkeys. In the island of Fiji they do not use turkeys; they use plumbers. It does not become you and me to sneer at Fiji.

Few things are harder to put up with than the annoyance of a good example.

    It were not best that we should all think alike; it is difference of opinion that makes horse races.


Even the clearest and most perfect circumstantial evidence is likely to be at fault, after all, and therefore ought to be received with great caution. Take the case of any pencil, sharpened by any woman; if you have witnesses, you will find she did it with a knife; but if you take simply the aspect of the pencil, you will say she did it with her teeth. 


 He is useless on top of the ground; he ought to be under it, inspiring the cabbages.

    APRIL 1. This is the day upon which we are reminded of what we are on the other three hundred and sixty-four.

Honey, you're too cynical already,

Okay ya. This entry is very pointless.
But I guess its just the me trying NOT TO get back to my gender studies.
Interesting, yes. But....there're just the buts, you know?

ANYWAY we went Zouk today! Like super early! LOL. And yes, I am back to Great World area again, after heading back from there (straight back to hall) just the day before!!! It was our first time there for flea, & man it feels odd! We'd probably visit it again this coming Saturday maybe?

gorgeous chan!

Hahaha. After fullerton, if our spirits are high that is! (: Ha. Anyway, ZOUK FLEA was so-so. chanel & I didn't managed to see much stuffs, but at least there was stefan, nat & co there! (:

awkard photo (background :P)

ANYWAY! I'd always like how nat dresses! But never really got the chance to tell him yet! Ha, seeing them all reminds me of St James gay nights; and those holiday madness, endless days of partying...silly silly carefree party days!!! -SIGHHHH & javier has like uber long hair now, he looked so... old-sch cowboy!! (hehehe no offence k! if you read this!) Then we were sitting down & staring at pretty cars by the carpark, & having the sausage&mash of which the sausage seemed pretty, erm phallic! Hahaha! Then dinner was at Great World; while the rest of them went Spice & back to AndyWarhol's; before we headed around with groceries, books & sistervisit! (: chanchan told me about this certain bookcafe along mohammed sultan, & we're so going to hit it together soon! 

Ha. Those. Sickening. Readings.  

OKAY I AM FREAKING OUT.
NOT WORKING THE COMING FRIDAY!
COS OF THE BALL.
NOT CLUBBING ON 21ST!
COS I REALISED HL 223 IS GOING TO BE DAMN ALOT.

NOW I AM FINALLY STARING AT THE MESS/MASS OF HL 316.
I AM APPALLED.

OKAY, CANNOT SPEND AS LAVISCIOUSLY COS I AM NOT WORKING!
HAIYA, DARN. SHOULD HAVE CHOSEN WORK OVER BALL.
HOW SMART, YOU.