sorry to worry my dear friends with the excruciatingly angsty previous post. to cut a long story short, my parents found out about a very personal relationship i've been trying to keep under wraps and things were pretty bad. but they've settled down now, and i hope we can all continue to move on.

i am not gay, and maybe that's the most confusing thing about this. because it isn't as simple as coming out or staying in, but it is still very real.

anyway these days i've been busy with art and my pursuit of it. i desire inspiration badly but seem not to really find it, and i procrastinate far too often. so i spent a little bit of time today drawing roast ducks hanging from the window of a roasted meats stall. it's the simple things, i suppose.

ABV3 is and probably will be the best play that i've watched this year. sure it wasn't perfect and sure King Lear was technically superior. but there was so much heart in ABV3 you could feel it emanating from the actors - they really believed in the work. as they stood at the edge of the stage for curtain call, i could see tears streaming down from Robin Goh's face. that in itself moved me so much. and Koey's performance was beautiful as always. so much of it spoke to me, because it was so real and so intimate, even in the stage-y National Drama Centre. Alfian has much to be proud of ..

wish you could have seen it, carol!

+ posted by M @ 2:55 AM