terms 03

It all started on

13/11
Shyn, let's do the MACC stand-up in La Bodega okay?
Sure.

Whilst you're here, I'm going to do some shameless advertising for the Kings and Queens this Friday.
You in?
Hell yes.

16/11
So the bad news is... you've still got to come in for class tomorrow. The good news is.. that we'll just be chillin' and having fun in the studio.

17/11
This toast is to the semester, thank you for being brilliant students.
How on earth did you guys become such natural actors and filmographers??

18/11
ProcrastiNation
iPhone, iKan bakar. iPhone, iKan bakar.

18/11 (nightfall)
Kam, Mahbubhani, Ogata, Iskandar, Sammy.
You know we would have had more fun back in Bangsar.

19/11 + 20/11
Penang and nearly 10, 000 runners from dusk till dawn.
When you perform, you perform.

21/11
Miss Shyn (handing over biscuits and a can of 100 Plus), stop and eat first. It's late.

22/11
Yes Dad, so my flight tomorrow is at 7am which means I've gotta leave the house at 4am. No choice, it's the last seats to the show!

23/11
Now is the winter of our discontent,
made glorious summer by this sun of York.

23/11 + 24/11 + 25/11
Making sense of it all,
coming full circle,
standing tall and strong
anew.

On Jalan Membina.

And drama, give me life I need you drama.
Where do I begin?

26/11
Is this you?
Yes.
You don't look anything like the same person. Haha.
*I know huh*

27/11
I know you said you're tired, but after this stout I'm quite energised already.
Okay let's see if we can make it up till eight to catch breakfast at Antipodean.
*we didn't*

28/11
Borders before, Borders again.
Make that slow transition,
transition your identity,
to yourself
and those around you.
Sensible, sustainable, uncrashable, un-irrational.

29/11
Oh shit. I'll be in Singapore again this weekend.
Hah? We're coming back only on Monday? I can't! I've got my students' presentation on Monday!
*grumble grumble grumble*

Babe, it's Thirsty Tuesday at La Bodega.
I'm there.

4.30am, I'm still there.
And we part bruised.

30/11
Lying on the floor all day.
Bruised.
Aren't I supposed to be a slugging twenties workdog?

1/12
I start at two, finish at six. This is very unreal. And yet, the job is getting done, and I'm getting paid. So technically, nothing wrong except for the voice in my head, right?

Happy belated birthday,
please share this cake with me,
before I hit the dance floor
till past midnight.

Only to catch another round of social binks post-training till two.

Yes Dad, I will be packed way before 8.

2/12
I finished packing JUST before 8.
We leave at quarter to ten.
I snooze for a few.
We reach at quarter to three.
And I'm hungry,
mum's cranky.

Bathe my ears with sounds so joyous,
Melodious the hymns and the grooves,
turn me on, lay me down.
Oh wait, we're with company.

Where at the bridge?
Don't worry I won't miss you.
Hey.
Oh my god, I'm not used to you without glasses.
*see*

Whot?
*you and your boy Scot from Scot*

makes me think about what I've thought of all this while
and how it all sets into place
just by being gently blown away

3/12
three hours of sleep and I'm still the first to wake
so that we're the first to be seated.

an hour's wait
an hour's exhibit
an hour's trek
half a wait
and then dinner.
and half a year's recollection and reflection.

What did you buy?
Here have a look, but don't overreact.
OMG! Scot would love this!

And now I have to wonder, what it would be like to be jealous of a man. Is there another dimension to insecurity in being in the third dimension?

4/12
for as long as I continue to be inspired by this country shall I remain here.

I don't anymore.

I long for expression.
I've given up on ambition.

I want to focus on my craft.
Even if there isn't much to begin with,
because somehow for the last twenty years
I've successfully managed to find all the right reasons
to logically, wisely and practically put off
this 'foolish dream'

It's not foolish for me anymore.
It's real.