14 May 2006

Many issues were raised this afternoon while I had tea and I had to face the disappointing news that the show this Friday is a no go. It is not an Arts Funding cut but rather a 'informed business decision' made by the company. I was not only feeling sorry for the crew that the production was going to be cancelled, but also sorry for this whole commercial, money, art conflict that is truly the crux of this cancellation. I had a mild discourse with someone on the board and it had nothing to do with the production. I was simply irritated by the abuse of terms such as "self-delusion", "existentialism", "experimental theatre", and some other similar what-so-fucks. And people actually patronising him. It got me thinking about the local scene and how sad it would be if Alfian really stopped writing. It got me thinking about how much I loved Alfian and Ash and Jun Feng and Melbaby and Brian and David and Nick and Alex and Shou Chen and Sam and Ian.
The world could come crashing down like on 7 May. But we're still seated on the balcony at Ash's place, sipping coke, eating corn chips that have a "hint of lime", watching Apichatpong assemble his cast symmetrically beside a stream; the last scene blacking out almost imperceptibly.

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After that I dragged my tired feet to an uplifting session at the KTV with my buddy. Singing is therapeutic for me. At least, for today. I revisited the songs I was supposed to sing on stage on Friday.
And I'm so awake now I'm reading Jean Paul Satre's essay.

I'm settled at home now. And I'm feeling grateful for everything and everyone around me.

D woke up at 5/14/2006 11:29:00 PM [comment]

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