Passing Trians

even after a day, i am still stuck in awe of last night's Gin and Tonic: Passing Trains it probably is the most visually stunning show i have ever seen. It was a complete mime, and left so much for your own intepretation and your imagination. that made it all the more amazing, as i bet every person in that room saw a different picture but got the exact same message.

She was right, even though i had so much to say about it, words fail to encapsulate the entirety of the peice. it wasn't something that was seen or heard, it was simply felt. no complicated wording or any wording for that matter. Just one man, creating his entire scene, and reminding everyone that there was essentially only one thing in that place, Him.

i was not expecting this at all. I did not go in with any idea what was going to happen (heh, i didn't even know it was a mime) but the concept just seemed so facinating, of the signalman and his loneliness. but what i saw (or rather didn't see) was the beauty of creating a setting with your imagination, he didn't need fancy props or stunning visual effects, he just needed to feel the space, and in turn let us feel with him.

The story is so happy, innocent, yet sad. i loved everything from the foreshadowing to the colour-play and especially the accompanying music. Its been a while since something hit me like this. We have seen quite a few plays since, some good some bad, and few that make us feel of IT again (don't really know what "IT" is but tat tvam asi)

feeling really.... warm. just appreciative of what i have, and the people i am surrounded by. Haha, looks like my thoughts really are all over the place. but happy, feeling just generally happy :)

Heat wave

GR. can't even give a long growl... just so hot and bothered. and very uncomfortable. for once my mind would like to study, but even doing that gets me very irritated. HUFF. trying to do my work here? and end up blogging, just need some venting to try get the heat out of my mind. my room isn't a very good place to study, too many things on the desk, and i never bother to clear it out. and actually of all the rooms, my room is the most stuffy, wrong direction to everywhere. that's why i end up doing most of my work at night, when the sun is not so glaring and the room is semi-less uncomfortable than the day. I realise how often i waste my afternoons away, like now it is almost 4, and just a while ago it felt like 2pm. very unproductive at home, and actually i don't know if it would be better anywhere else. the only place i have ever kind of studied in this house is in the living/dining room, and even then i get distracted. yes, i'm easily distracted, especially on the computer, so easily i fall into youtubing or random surfing, darn, my achilles heel, the computer. Prying prying prying, trying trying trying, dying dying dying. bleh.