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Date: <$BlogDateHeaderDate$>
Time: 11:50 PM
Author:(potassium)
Permalink: isolation →
frets his hour upon the stage
So, hello.
Three days to opening night of Y4's -Scottish Play-, just confirmed my script/have not got lines down and what am I doing? -__- anyway.
Just felt like typing things here (visiting living blogs of friends i.e primary school mates always does that, hehg.) I write proper things mostly in a red Google book now, because it's Google and it's easily than lugging a Mac around. Also i'm bloody tired and really should get to sleep now.
Life these days: nothing to eat for breakfast, f1 race to school, lessons (optional, only for weekdays), rehearsals, meal, rehearsals, meal, lug self back home OH LOOK BED --> repeat.
Not that i'm complaining, I could really get used to this. (purpose in life, overly ambitious drama school desires, etc) Though honestly speaking getting my role doesn't exactly do favours for Shakespeare in my book. (not that it matters, of course.) The Porter has barely half a scene and no purpose in the play, and "a comedic scene" halfway through a tragic plot just to wake (*cough* draw) audiences is annoying, really. I know i'm not supposed to judge my character but he'd be better off doing his own show, under a different plot.
And everytime we run it I always screw up somewhere, and I keep telling myself "okay better next time more energy, more precision and for deity's sake get your bloody lines down" and i never do.
Can't wait for Rhinoceros though. (hope i get in it!) My concept was rubbishly incoherent, just hoping that someone gave a good one because it is entirely worth it. :D aiyaa already looking towards the next play, focus first lah!
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keep looking forward to college life, somehow. Proper independence, self-imposed order, almost full focus on the things I love doing, etc.
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Been wanting to write a bit but can't seem to get it done. I have things to write, i suppose, but they all come out... bleh.
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People around me -- seemingly normal, sane human beings -- are starting to do this thing called get together. They congregate (in my classroom), they pop up everywhere, they cuddle, they giggle, they fondle, they spend a ridiculous amount of time whispering sweet nothings to each other while friend(s) of either one sit beside them awkwardly trying to avoid personal space invasions.
Now I'm all for freedom to love, heterosexual and otherwise (more of the former happening, really), but what's really irksome is (this goes out to hetero ones) this almost constant 'hanging off the male's arm' phenomenon that is well on it's way of becoming a display of 'trophy wives' by the males, and that's just pissing me off. GROW SOME SPINE FEMALES JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE PRETTY IT DOESN'T MEAN YOU SHOULD CONFORM TO BEING SPARKLY BROOCHES FOR YOUR BOYPHREN
And basically, all couples should just get a bloody room. You're in your own little lovely world with no one else but each other yay hoorah tHAT PERSON IN THE ROOM WITH YOU ISN'T ENTIRELY UNRECEPTIVE TO PDA YOU KNOW also he/she sort of "knows you". Not coming from a 'conservative' point of view (which in this case I do stand by, to a certain extent), but frankly it's bloody rude when one has been ignored for lengths of time, and then is suddenly acknowledged, as if they've just appeared.
At the very least, just not in school, please, for the sanity of people who like having personal spaces.
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MYE results so far have been meh. All i've left to know is Geog, next week. (hope my parents aren't reading this :P) Quite relived about my Biology marks, since the level didn't do very well but Miss Anne did tell me how disorganized my answers were, and that I was going to have to buck up if I wanted HL Bio (i have nothing else left! D:). Math was an expected disappointment, though a pass doesn't leave me in too bad a position. Lit was pass (phew!) and the number 14 haunts me still. Anthro was a just-pass :/, but apparently I'm 6th in class so meh. (*fingers crossed for HL Anthro*) slightly annoyed that aw got much higher than me, 'specially since she doesn't seem to know anything and yet always scores, even for things you can't mug for.
Failed Chem and Chinese. The former is bleh B) but the latter is quite worrying. I mean, I have no excuse, I have a background in the language, I have a bloody heritage in the country of origin, so how do you face your parents with a mark like this? It isn't even a just-fail, it's quite far from that. I could say that the MT department in school isn't doing enough for us but I think I should be watching/reading more on my own, though I don't actually know any good shows in Chinese of a debatory nature. (might as well, since we're doing argumentative anyway.) (and no way in hell am i watching romcoms/dramas.)
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hit a female part a few rehearsals back and it still hurts. slightly worried about lasting damage or (this is silly but) cancerous growth.
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off to bed now, day-long rehearsals tomorrow.
(k)
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