I was involved in a Play done by a my Lecturer, I was appointed as a Stage Manager, I live and sleep in SJ and had to travel all the way to KL for about six to seven days I guess; inconveniently I have yet to claim a car of my own, big downer right!...anyways, so to do so: onwards to KL with full hearted support on the simpleton of Malaysia's very own public transport services, what a pain!!!
...all the show just had to end "approximately". Sometime I'm early for the trains and sometimes, upon misfortunate occurrence I would miss them or fortunately enough for the Last Train.
Lingering in my mind with boredom, as my only friend at that time; I started to observe my surroundings and Boredom, being such a very good friend of mind introduce to me the frankness of those people about me and the little drama that played in. A play of themselves in a moment, in this moment in the Last Train.
Practically that one single night, I had noted down about seven dramas about me and all of them had the subject of humanity written on them. It was beautiful.
Coincidence; when I had stood out at my stop, as the Last Train went rushing onwards to different destination I saw credits being rolled upon the windows at the side of that specific train.
And I uttered, How I wish to watch that movie again?
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Preface
I could never comprehand what goes on in my head. It ravels about within me like some craze party in an underground club, shaped as a sphere with spectacular effects, colourful lights, booming tunes, ever striking beams and lasers accompanied with projectors, "projecting" images on the wall with pure likeness to life, death and all-those-whatever-things-around-us.
Strangely: Why are those things in front of us anyways?
Another question for the mind.
"I'll ponder on that later."
Anyways this is just a "preface". This Compendium is my own accord of recording all those "wateverz" in my head.
Why? Because of late I'm forgetting most of it, sort off; those little images starts to fade, the head-banging stops, that crazy train ride all gone. Well not all, but I'm being selfish all of a sudden and I just want them all preserved somehow or somewhere.
And so I had an idea for my ideas.
My very own Compendium of Ideas
Strangely: Why are those things in front of us anyways?
Another question for the mind.
"I'll ponder on that later."
Anyways this is just a "preface". This Compendium is my own accord of recording all those "wateverz" in my head.
Why? Because of late I'm forgetting most of it, sort off; those little images starts to fade, the head-banging stops, that crazy train ride all gone. Well not all, but I'm being selfish all of a sudden and I just want them all preserved somehow or somewhere.
And so I had an idea for my ideas.
My very own Compendium of Ideas
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