Thursday, August 10th, 2006
What?
A musical about Vietnamese Refugees at Pulau Bidong
Who?
The Canticle Singers
Where?
Panggung Bandaraya
When?
Wed 9 - Sun 13 Aug 2006
(8.30pm, with additional 3pm shows on Sat & Sun)
How much?
Evening shows: RM65/ RM55/ RM45
Matinee Shows: RM55/ RM45
Seniors & Students: RM35 (for selected shows available only through AXCESS Hotline)
Why?
Why not?
Personal thoughts?
1. Just before the musical, the audience were greeted by a condescending VOICE from ABOVE which BERATED us like insolent juvenile delinquents to KILL OUR HANDPHONES and that the higher powers will NOT TOLERATE PHOTOGRAPHY WHATSOEVER. WTF? Who does the announcer think she is? Our mothers? Mahai. Treating us like naughty schoolchildren. The tone of voice is like, damn beh song only. Dowan to be announcer then don’t do it lah. Dowan media people who will publicise your musical for you to watch the musical for free then don’t give out media passes for free lah. TIU. Where are your basic manners man? This short rude announcement fucked up whatever enthusiasm I may have had for the musical, bugged me DURING the musical, and it still haunted me AFTER the musical. In my sleep. When I take a piss. When I pay my taxes. Damn mood spoiler. It’s too late for me now, but please, save yourselves. Jam your earphones into your ears and tune up your Mp3 players to MAX, something, ANYTHING.
2. There is a very good reason why The Canticle Singers are named The Canticle Singers and not The Canticle Actors.
3. I am glad I stayed for the encore. The acappella was truly ass kicking. I wished they sang more and talked less…. or rather, talked none.
4. The sound system was pretty much fucked on the first day, I’m not sure if it’s going to be better, but it was realllyyyyyyyyyy distracting.
5. I don’t think it was meant to be a comedy, but I couldn’t stop myself from giggling quite a bit.
6. I watched it with about 3 hours of sleep in me the previous night and after a hard day’s work. Wasn’t a really good idea.
7. The RM10 program book is booklet half-filled with (not very pretty looking) advertisements from their sponsors and no, it will NOT help you with the understanding of the musical AT ALL. But the RM10 is for a good cause….. so…. yeah.
8. Halfway through the musical, I found out that there is no storyline. So I stopped trying to understand what was going on and just enjoyed the singing, and truly, they were pretty damn good with the whole singing thing.
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Erna strutting her stuff
Thanks for the tix Erna!
And you were great by the way, NOT just because you gave me free tickets and because I’m your friend, you see. No nothing like that, really really, I swear it on my pinkies, and you know without a doubt that when one swear upon their pinkies, one’s REALLY not bullshitting. 
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Wednesday, August 9th, 2006
You’re an Expert Kisser
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You’re a kissing pro, but it’s all about quality and not quantity
You’ve perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone’s socks off
And you’re adaptable, giving each partner what they crave
When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable
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HAhaHEhaEHAHeaEHAHEhaEHAHEA.
These surveys are stupid.
But quite kembangfying also.
That is all! Kthxbai!
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Tuesday, August 8th, 2006
This is a longggg overdue post. Feeling guilty. Feeling guilty.
I caught Endgame on its opening night thinking that I’ll be able to blog about it and perhaps help publicise it a little.
It’s been a week since, and well, there are no more shows to catch.
But still, I thought I’ll shove my thoughts of the play down your throats anyway.
Yeah, you know you like it!
I caught the play on the night of my birthday actually. Whee! I know right? I’m so goddamn happening it’s simply unfathomable by the average human brain.
I mean, can you think of any other better ways to spend the night of your birthday than watching a dark, depressing stage play about death and the end of the world at some godforsaken place far, far away from civilization?
Thought so.
The Endgame.
In a game of chess, there are 3 stages, the opening, the middlegame, and the endgame. “The Endgame” refers to a stage of the game where there are very few major (a queen/rook/bishop/knight/ and of course the king) pieces left on the board. This usually means that the game will soon come to an end by a king’s capture (checkmate) or a draw.
So one fine day, this Samuel Beckett fellow came along and decided to create a rather morbid play of the same name. A one act play which represented “the end”. I think he was feeling depressed and high on something, and was too chicken shit to slit his throat or flush his head down the toilet, so he took the easy way out and wrote a play to tell everybody how depressed he was. You know these suicidal people, always very attention seeking one.
Endgame, The Play.
So in this play, there are 4 characters. It looks like it’s set after an apocalypse, as if they are the ONLY 4 people left on the planet, or something.
Hamm - The lead character who can’t stand up. Can’t see. And is afraid of dying. No actually, more like, afraid of being left alone in silence and darkness for as long as he lives. The ENTIRE play is centred around him coming to terms with THE END.
Clov - Hamm’s almost-a-son-servant who can’t sit. Always wants to leave Hamm but just can’t bring himself to…. or can he? *jeng jeng*
Nagg - Hamm’s dad. Who lives in a rubbish bin. No legs. Always wanting something.
Nell - Hamm’s mum. Who ALSO lives in a rubbish bin. No legs. Dies within 10 minutes of the play.
The REAL people.
U-En - Plays Hamm. Was kicking some serious ass. I have no other words to describe how brilliant he was. Out of the entire 80 minutes, he must’ve spoken for at least 60 minutes of it. Insane stage presence. Maniacally Batshit Insane.
Alvin - Plays the blumbering Clov. It was weird seeing him OUT of the tv screen, but he wasn’t half bad either. When I caught it on opening night his accent was a little weird, though.
Sharifah Amani - Plays Nell. We only see her for about 5 minutes, but her presence was felt throughout the entire play right till the end. This is her first play I reckon? Good job! I wish there was more of her sniff. She’s damn hot. So tiny can put in me pocket. I’m really curios, did they supply her with video games or other means of entertainment in that bin of her to pass the time?
Kelvin - Plays Nagg. He played Nagg like a cute, almost-senile whimsical old man and I liked it so much I felt like running onto the stage just to pinch his cheeks.
The Pictures.
Sigh. No pictures. I mean there ARE pictures, but being the most horrendous “blogger” that I am, I did NOT bring a camera with me and relied on the generosity of others to be my cameraperson. Due to some unforseen circumstances, I still do NOT have the pictures with me.
However, so as not to dissapoint all 5 of you, I have painstakingly spent over 300 seconds to draw up some scenes which, I’d like believe, captures the heart of the play & characters.
So here it is, Endgame in 4 pictures (slides? something.) Enjoy.
Oh WAIT. I won’t be held responsible if you lose sleep, puke, go mad, start eating hamsters etcetc over the sheer horrendousness of my artistic talents.
Okay, NOW enjoy it, DAMNIT.
Ohmygod it’s almost like you WERE THERE!
Did I like it?
Yeap. I sure did. It was disturbing for me, but that’s because I could relate to Hamm’s issues with the whole death and dying deal.
Even after a whole week of watching the play, I still catch myself randomly reciting certain memorable bits of the script, which really doesn’t jive well with other people’s perception of my sanity - but it DOES, however, prove that the play had SOME sort of a long lasting effect on me…. which IS a good thing…. FOR the play. But Not For Me, though.
The bastards.
More?
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Friday, August 4th, 2006
When one cuts up a credit card and mail it back to the bank in pieces, one will inevitably receive a phone call from one’s friendly neighbourhood customer service personnel…. FROM HELL.
“Why you cut our card ah?”
“Why dont you want it?”
“Let me tell you about this promotion okay it is a very special promotion this week only we offer you it is a special deal if you let it go you sure regret one I tell you…….”
*etcetcetc blahblahblah yak yak yak yak mehmhemhemhehetc ”
……so on so forth for the next 20 minutes.
And no matter how many times one chants,
“No. No. NO. NO. dowan lah. I got a lot of cards already. Really. No. NO. No. No. No. NO!”
… they’ll just keep talking. And talking. And talking. AND TALKING.
It’s as if their brains were hardwired to compeletely forget that the word “no” ever existed in the english langauge and thus whenever “no” is uttered their modified brains would process it as background noise.
Or maybe it’s hardwired to process “no” actually means “yes please do go on raping my ears with your incessant marketing bullshit it really makes me horny mistah”, thus encouraging them to go on with the fullest vigour.
THIS is how banks FORCE credit cards down the throat of their poor innocent customers.
Weaken them with endless, mindless chatter.
Talk to them until their ears bleed.
Talk to them until their eyes roll to the back of their heads.
Talk to them until the only civil way to make it all stop is to SAY YES OMG OMG YES JUST GIVE IT TO ME OKAY I CANT TAKE THIS MINDLESS DRONING OF REDUNDANT INFORMATION I DONT GIVE TWO FUCKS ABOUT ANYMORE ANYTHING ANYTHING BUT THIS OHMYGOD STOPITTTTTTT ARGH.
More failproof than kryptonite to Superman I tell ya.
So anyway, this is what happened to me today.
Some fucker called me up, told me they’ll take away the “if you don’t spend 80 bucks on your credit card per month, we’ll charge you 10 bucks for that month” clause, and that he would like to introduce me to this “BRAND NEW ALL IMPROVED PROMOTION SPECIALLY AVAILABLE TO YOU THIS WEEK ONLY” where I just need to swipe the card SIX TIMES in a year for a lifetime fee waiver.
I really, really really tried to say no.
But he just wouldn’t hear it.
Sigh.
Damn the sneaky corporationey fuckers.
They play dirty.
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Wednesday, August 2nd, 2006
Happy fucken birthday to me!
Apperently, I started camwhoring YOUNG.
Wow. Some things sure never changed. The high forehead. The flappy ears. The fat cheeks. The height. The lack of boobs. The inverted bunny teeth.
Boy, Father Time sure snuck up me.
26 years old already!
Gained a few scars & bruises. Extra worry/smile lines. A million stress spots on face. And eyebags deep enough for squirrels to store their nuts in.
Am thankful for all the good times. Am amnesia-ing all the bad ones.
Haven’t learnt as much as I should have. Haven’t lived as much as I should have. Haven’t loved as much as I should have. Haven’t laughed as much as I should have.
Still quite young. Still have time.
I don’t know what to wish for yet though.
Definitely not world peace though. That’s never gonna happen, so it’s gonna be a waste of one good wish.
But whatever it is, I hope it comes true.
Of course I’m not gonna tell you what it is! How is it going to come true otherwise huh?
A Happy Monkey!
Thank you so much for being part of my life.
Have a good day y’all! It’s on me!
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