the usual suspect said::

did i fall in love with you all over again?







losing a whole year - 3rd eye blind

the usual suspect said::

intercultural theatre = intellectual and academic suicide

and like robbie williams said "you can't manufacture a miracle"

can i just pronounce my own time of death like right now?

i am entering the blackest of rooms.
no matter the direction, in my blindness i will walk into walls.
and bleed.



you think that i'm strong
you're wrong.

strong - robbie williams

the usual suspect said::

Love of mine some day you will die,
But I'll be close behind.
I'll follow you into the dark.

No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white;
Just our hands clasped so tight,
Waiting for the hint of a spark.
If heaven and hell decide,
That they both are satisfied,
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs:

If there's no one beside you,
When your soul embarks;
Then I'll follow you into the dark.

In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule,
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black,
And I held my tongue as she told me,
"Son, fear is the heart of love."
So I never went back.

If heaven and hell decide,
That they both are satisfied,
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs:

If there's no one beside you,
When your soul embarks;
Then I'll follow you into the dark.

You and me have seen everything to see;
From Bangkok to Calgary.
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down;
The time for sleep is now.
It's nothing to cry about,
'Cause we'll hold each other soon.
The blackest of rooms.

If heaven and hell decide,
That they both are satisfied,
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs:

If there's no one beside you,
When your soul embarks;
Then I'll follow you into the dark.
Then I'll follow you into the dark.


death cab for cutie

the usual suspect said::

separation is life's constant pain.

i can read that in so many ways.

i will dearly miss the west wing in so many ways.
i remember how janice wrote in our fight club programme that it was not the ending that matter, but the process of the fight.
i would say that we all Westwingers really fought hard for this one.
we really fought for this baby.
thus the tears came before scene 30 even ended.
they came when oriole said that how the leaves have turned crimson red, a time to say goodbye.

how ironic and yet beautiful when the text mirrors our own reality?
now can we ever agree that theatre is really cathartic?
how very often we draw its symbiotic parallels with our own living reathing reality?

we mediate theatre asit mediates us. theatre is an aphorism for life.



now, i think there are other things that i want to leave behind. it is not going to be easy. or it may not happen at all.


comfortable - john mayer

the usual suspect said::

gracie lou freebush
miss artful dodger
1986
st.nicks/cjc/nus theatre studies
//
Let each man exercise the art he knows.
Aristophanes

The drama is not dead but liveth
and contains the germs of better things.
-william archer

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is this the real life?
is this just fantasy?
caught in a landslide
no escape from reality
open your eyes, look up to the skies and see
-queen

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