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Thursday, July 31, 2008



They say "Life's like a stage."
There's only one chance.
No cuts, no rewinds, no let's do it again, no turning back, no time for hesitation.
On stage, everything is illuminated.
Your footsteps, your voice, your face (thus explaining the thick stage make-ups).
Under those lights, everything is exposed. The good, and the bad.

Those who've been on stage will know.
When those lights come down on you, all that you can see is a blinding beam, and nothing more.
No audience.
When you stand on that stage, all that you can hear is yourself and a silent theatre, and nothing more.
No one else.
You can only feel yourself, your heartbeat.
Even if it is an empty theatre, it will feel the same, except minus that applause.
Under those lights, you are alone. You can only depend on yourself.

If a minute is all you've got, then that is how long you have to prove you are worthy of that minute.
If one dialogue line is all you've got, then that is how much you can say out loud you are worthy of that sentence.
Whether or not you're a first-timer, full-timer, or an amatuer, the stage will not differentiate. Cos you still only have one chance. No more, no less.
It is when doing your best is never enough.

You have to prove that you are worthy.
Worthy of that stage you stand on.
Worthy of that chance given to you.


This is different from life.
I would say, being on stage is more than living life.
In life, there may be five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes a year.
In theatre, you may just only have a minute.
In life, when you fumble and fall, there are chances to pick yourself up. You just need to walk a longer distance to where you want to go.
In theatre, when you flawed, there is no chance to make up for imperfection. Curtains are down, and everything's over. Even if you get on the same stage again, you cannot correct that fact you erred in that show.

Never.
That is why the stage can only allows perfection.
Only when you can show that you are worthy, then the lights will fade and then you will hear the appaluse.
Only then you shine brighter than the lights.


And that is the beauty of theatre.


How in its beauty, you failed.


and there she goes chasing her fairytales, 10:22


Wednesday, July 30, 2008

"Everything in life has a meaning.
But only when you put meaning into it."

Where's mine?


and there she goes chasing her fairytales, 00:17


Tuesday, July 15, 2008

I love sleeping in when I'm not supposed to every morning.
I love seeing my messy table and using two hours just to find that particular pencil.
I love the thrill of running to school and make it in time for assembly every morning.
I love doodling nonsense whenever its meant to be 'Study Time'.
I love staring at an empty window.
I love, I love.

Habits are hard to kick.
But, I love the way they are.

Even if its always empty.
Its ok, it's a habitual thing already :]


and there she goes chasing her fairytales, 23:19


Sunday, July 13, 2008

FROM HERE ON.
So many things to update but I just cannot be bothered.
A weird feeling still lingers on whenever I wake up every morning.
Feels like something is missing.
Feels like I lost something that is important.
And I really did.
Well. All good things come to an end.
On another note. School started way long ago, but I don't seem to be following the school's calendar. Whatever!
P.S. I'm taking that 'promise' for real! SEE YOU.


and there she goes chasing her fairytales, 01:01


Sunday, July 6, 2008

AAAAAAAAAAAH.
I'M SO UPSET.
EXTREMELY UPSET.
ABSOLUTELY UPSET.
I ADMIT.
I'M GREEDY. I THINK TOO MUCH. I ONLY BELIEVE IN WHIMSICAL STORIES.

YOU ARE ALWAYS CAPABLE OF CONTROLLING MY EMOTIONS.
AND I HATE IT.

ALRIGHT. I DON'T REALLY HATE THAT.
I HATE IT ONLY WHEN THOSE NEGATIVE STUFFS COME BY.

OKAY YOU WIN.
I'LL GO TO ONE CORNER AND THINK ABOUT THE NON-NEGATIVE STUFFS THEN.
WHEE!! :D

BOO.
I CAN'T DIFFERENTIATE IF I'M STILL UPSET/HAPPY/ANGRY/WHATEVER NOW.
YOUR FAULT. (gladly)
HAHAHAHAHA.

Shucks I'm going to be mad. One year older doesn't mean mood swings get better.

Yeah, and Happy Birthday.


and there she goes chasing her fairytales, 23:56



THAT MADE MY DAY.
REALLY.


And I'll keep telling myself thats enough.


and there she goes chasing her fairytales, 22:25


Friday, July 4, 2008

:(


and there she goes chasing her fairytales, 01:40


Thursday, July 3, 2008

CHANGES.

Yeah man, and I'm Embracing them :D

This new blogskin is one of them :D
Rocks, I'm understanding JAVA.
Guess what. I did this whole html formatting stuffs MYSELF! Haha yeah, after modelling loads others la. But still. For someone who can't get decent grades, its BIG achievement. AND. Java is honestly kinda FUN.

LOVES.
p.s. Cheers to a New Start!


and there she goes chasing her fairytales, 02:42