We had our final full run in the rehearsal space today before moving to the theatre and the stage on Monday. And who should come along to watch us but Joe, author of the book upon which the play is based. It gave an emotional impetus to the run. We were suddenly made aware of the import of the words we were saying. Not that Ivan hasn't been ( Read more... )

Perhaps as the night of our first preview draws near, I will find it harder and harder to simply just fall asleep. The sheer exhaustion from a long day's rehearsal used to be the perfect cure for my recurrent, if intermittent, insomnia. Now I lie in bed thinking about the lines and the characters and the story and the blocking and the sets and the ( Read more... )

Colin Goei would put the blame on the summer solstice or the blue, full moon or some such. Everyone seems a little "emo" these couple of days, from the people I work with everyday to my best friend in KL. Some kind of intergalactic hormonal imbalance. I'm feeling a little emotionally restless myself, dealing with my own Octavian issues and also ( Read more... )

Just got home from St James Powerhouse where we did a promo for Asian Boys Vol. 3. The organisers were very sweet, even setting up a pyramid stage which they said was for us even though we did nothing but prance around on it a bit and then gave out flyers. Most of the cast members stayed beyond the time that we were supposed to and just had a gay ( Read more... )

I don't feel like doing anything because I'm exhausted from a long week of rehearsals. Still, there's a birthday party to attend, a friend from New York to meet, and it would be nice to catch up with friends that I haven't seen for the longest time because of my busy schedule. I took some time for myself to do laundry( hanging it is very ( Read more... )

What if our lives were pages in a book, written by an unwitting author, who is careless with his pen, and cares not what fates befall his characters?

In other news, sometimes I feel like a victim of a contempt that is reserved for those closest to you.

When I was a kid, my mom scolded me once for being nicer to my friends than to my brother.

I am having a happy birthday and I think the biggest reason is that I spent the whole day working. I believe this is the first birthday in many years that I'm actually engaged in some useful activity, and I find it to be very invigorating. I was working so hard and so absorbed in what I was doing that I quite forgot that it was my birthday. Only ( Read more... )

Couldn't sleep. I wonder why? Maybe the latte that Hansel bought me at Starbucks before I went to the gym? Anyway, what do I do( besides write in my journal)? I read the script. I must really love this play.

Emma told me on the phone last night that she has been reading my journal to find out what's been going on with me. I realised that I haven't been posting very much, so here I am. So how am I? Very well, thank you. It was nice to have Jermyn spend the weekend over here. He hasn't been back in three months, or so he says. He brought an empty ( Read more... )

Doing a play about love, I despair. How much in my own experience can I bring to the portrayal of this character? You might expect me to say "little", or "none". What if I were to tell you that it is just as devastating, if not more, to find out that I have a store of emotional memory to access? And if that history is not in my past, it's ( Read more... )