Il Ham Mai Hum

Saturday, January 26, 2008

After completing my Internet Application Design project which needed me to make my own website with designs and stuff, I came to a conclusion that...

I don't draw.

Yes. However much you would like me to do it, I just can't.

It's not the lack of ideas though. Hell, i've got a whole lot of ideas crammed up in my little head already, with many more to come. Just ask my classmates. Hah.

Ask me to think up of a design. Give me a piece of canvas and oil paint.

You'll get random streaks of unorganized color.

But give me a pen and a piece of writing paper.

And my dear, I'd describe to you every single intimate detail about my idea. Down to the very last bit.

Why? I may never know. Maybe I'm really not meant for art art. Maybe theater art or the art of language is really my forte. What maybe? It already obviously is.

Still, it doesn't hurt to try. Although, it's like me singing to myself. Note: TO MYSELF.

But everything else is fine and dandy nonetheless =).

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I awoke to the though of the drama lesson exactly last week.

There was an exercise where we were supposed to lie down and just imagine. Fields of grass. Glass grass. A giant tree. A loved one.

A loved one.

Yes, we could imagine a family member. But that was too common, i thought.

So, I flipped through the pages of my memory. Searching for someone that I must have feelings for, either a bucket load or a drop.

What came out was nothing. The so called being was....faceless. Only the sweetest smile was imagined. Only the fairest, most smooth silky skin on her hand was imagined. But other than that, no eyes, ears, nose. The rest of her body was this collage of colors swirling.

It was sad...really. But what's new?...

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I went for a play in Ngee An Poly. Acted out by the Poly Stage Factor (apparently their theater group's name).

Honestly, i was abit disappointed, if not a lot.

I expected a much grandeur event honestly. Something that would put last year's PEOPLE production to shame. But exaggerations-smexaggerations.

Still, there were few who stood out. Kudos to them.

Storyline wise...hmm...didn't really catch it.

But i love the part where the daughter finally told the retard mom that her sister is dead. Love the daughter's use of tone variation. Plus her accent is nice =)

But the ultimate praise goes to the Phillipino maid (oh kaye nakamura, not you =P). How can one hold on and sustain such an accurate accent throughout. Wow.

So to any NP people reading this, if you know who they are, tell them; the maid, the daughter, the retard mom and the granddad that they did a good job.

=D

Maybe some pictures for colour? =)

Gangsta and his shorty. And yes we're still muslim =)

Now thats something you dont see everyday...Must be dreaming of BIG JUGs..
OF MILK. You sickminded bastards...

Aww and this just melts my heart. I love my lil niece so much...its not even funny.
HAH!

ilham26 @ 5:18 am
Crawls around your room
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I love you for reading my nonsense. Okay you can stop smiling now.