From Act II of Puccini's Madama Butterfly, which was I was listening to last night when I couldn't sleep. The American Commissioner Sharpless has the unenviable task of reading a letter from Pinkerton to the teenage geisha bride who has been abandoned. Cio-Cio-San thinks that he is coming back to her after three long years when he's actually ( Read more... )

It's that time again. When did this tradition begin anyway? I guess it began when they started putting computer terminals in airport terminals and let people log on for free. So I'm off to Taipei, again, although I can't remember when was the last time I was there. If you read my earlier post, rest assured that I will have fun. How can I not? ( Read more... )

I was lying in bed trying to get to sleep( as I am never able to do before a flight the next day) when I started spouting lines to myself, lines from the play. There, in the quiet of the dark room, with only the hum of the air-con in the background, I discovered different ways of saying those lines, different ways to feel, different ways to play. ( Read more... )

Maybe it's what they called the PPB, post-production blues. I've been feeling lost a lot. Not all the time. It comes in bouts.

I've been down and troubled, don't know what to do with myself.
I've been down and troubled, don't know what to do with myself.
I don't want to be alone, don't want to be with nobody else.

Something about this story just tickles my fancy, esp. the part where he leaves the store with the toy.

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Can't sleep. Najip is coming to film Front in about 3 hours so I'll have to leave the apartment( well, I don't HAVE to, but I'd rather; cameras scare me). But I started reading my livejournal archive, "from the very beginning", and realised that I started this journal almost 4 years ago, on November 5, 2003. I was going out with this Indonesian boy ( Read more... )

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I can't sleep. There was a note of finality in our messages that seemed to signal that this is the end of the road. So I toss and turn in bed, waiting for the relief that's supposed to set in, and finding only emptiness, loneliness and despair ( Read more... )

THE ART AND LIFE SESSIONS ( Read more... )