201 * NONG TIME
Excuse the Singapore Idol reference, but I suppose that's what happens after a week of writing psuedo-witty CAP columns and many weeks of leave from blogging. Yesterday marked the end of 2 very busy periods of my JC life - production and CAP. Both were somewhat memorable, one more so than the other although given the question of timeframe, I am really unsure which. I think in both cases, a somewhat unconscious flashback of last year tends to take place, which makes me awfully confused indeed. Yet, in some attempt to be organised, I shall divide the two and try to isolate one memory from the other.
The 27th of May marked the end to a very hectic month of preparations. In some ways, I got a lot more involved than Z ever was, partly because I wanted to, and partly because it was important to me that I invested as much time as I possibly could into it. A cast of about 1.6 times the size of last year's stood around taking photos on a red couch 2/3 the size of last year's blue one and I think as I stood there I kept making detailed comparisons between both years of production. I probably enjoyed myself more last year, being able to act with a bunch of most unlikely people most of which not involved this year, and yet there were those constants - Aaron, Nicky and Grace, just to name a few. Somehow though, Don't Drink the Water would probably be more important, because there seems to be more of me in it. I think I felt blessed sitting at the back of the theatre, watching the hard work of a very talented cast finally bearing fruit against the backdrop of a very beautiful set put together by another bunch of very talented people.
Most of production seems hazy to me right now - I think it's the case with most shows. The lights go off, the curtains proverbially fall. Not being around for the striking of set strikes a mellow note somewhere inside me only because I feel that symbolises a strange lack of closure to my involvement as a LD member. The things I've done, the friends I've made in this production (Frisky included) can only be captured so fleetingly, or as my dear Hwach CAPpers would say, in a photobook. I would like to congratulate everyone on a job well done, but the time that has lapsed since the 27th only looks to undermine all my good intentions.
I still maintain that damn, those were a flight of really gorgeous-looking stairs.
The whole effect of production leading into CAP was an accumulation of many sleepless nights and a constant feeling of busyness. I am tempted to just take one whole week to recuperate, but as one would say, time is of the essence so we'll see where time takes me. I think it was nice to see the same bunch of production people in CAP - it gave a sense of much needed familiarity very much absent from last year. I can probably count the number of hours of sleep I had in CAP on two hands, if not for the break I decided to take on Night 3 in oh-so-ardent preparation for the PSC exercise. That said, I had a great time in spite of all the last minute unfolding of drama which would be much better left unsaid. Council was fun, and so were my very talented bunch of Hwach CAPpers who were at times misunderstood, but inadvertently formed the backbone of CAP this year.
Now I'm left with a bunch of aCAPpellas, which I suppose is an apt reflection of the idiosyncracies of a very diverse council. I have fond memories of really just being crazy - pledging my love to a fellow councillor in song, marshalling my JC drama group in nipple torture methods, photowhoring on the last day, dancing to Pump It in the Ops Room, or doing Hardgay and Queen impersonations. In some ways, everything feels largely surreal, CAP was a busy kind of slack if that even makes sense at all. There was so much to do and see to, and yet it really felt like it was a week of hanging out with a bunch of new friends.
The rest of the holidays fills me with mixed feelings. I'm glad for the rest which I've been badly needing, but in some ways all that I've been busying myself with has deviated so far from academics that I'm beginning to think it's time to catch up. In fact, I just went out to replenish my foolscap paper supply. I think I'm going to spend at least half of next week just catching up with friends, before I actually settle for some work and some World Cup. At the moment, I feel like I'm leading a good life, and I shall leave all the panic for later.
I think most importantly, the knowledge that I've got someone to see me through every single tomorrow makes me incapable of dreading the future.
The 27th of May marked the end to a very hectic month of preparations. In some ways, I got a lot more involved than Z ever was, partly because I wanted to, and partly because it was important to me that I invested as much time as I possibly could into it. A cast of about 1.6 times the size of last year's stood around taking photos on a red couch 2/3 the size of last year's blue one and I think as I stood there I kept making detailed comparisons between both years of production. I probably enjoyed myself more last year, being able to act with a bunch of most unlikely people most of which not involved this year, and yet there were those constants - Aaron, Nicky and Grace, just to name a few. Somehow though, Don't Drink the Water would probably be more important, because there seems to be more of me in it. I think I felt blessed sitting at the back of the theatre, watching the hard work of a very talented cast finally bearing fruit against the backdrop of a very beautiful set put together by another bunch of very talented people.
Most of production seems hazy to me right now - I think it's the case with most shows. The lights go off, the curtains proverbially fall. Not being around for the striking of set strikes a mellow note somewhere inside me only because I feel that symbolises a strange lack of closure to my involvement as a LD member. The things I've done, the friends I've made in this production (Frisky included) can only be captured so fleetingly, or as my dear Hwach CAPpers would say, in a photobook. I would like to congratulate everyone on a job well done, but the time that has lapsed since the 27th only looks to undermine all my good intentions.
I still maintain that damn, those were a flight of really gorgeous-looking stairs.
The whole effect of production leading into CAP was an accumulation of many sleepless nights and a constant feeling of busyness. I am tempted to just take one whole week to recuperate, but as one would say, time is of the essence so we'll see where time takes me. I think it was nice to see the same bunch of production people in CAP - it gave a sense of much needed familiarity very much absent from last year. I can probably count the number of hours of sleep I had in CAP on two hands, if not for the break I decided to take on Night 3 in oh-so-ardent preparation for the PSC exercise. That said, I had a great time in spite of all the last minute unfolding of drama which would be much better left unsaid. Council was fun, and so were my very talented bunch of Hwach CAPpers who were at times misunderstood, but inadvertently formed the backbone of CAP this year.
Now I'm left with a bunch of aCAPpellas, which I suppose is an apt reflection of the idiosyncracies of a very diverse council. I have fond memories of really just being crazy - pledging my love to a fellow councillor in song, marshalling my JC drama group in nipple torture methods, photowhoring on the last day, dancing to Pump It in the Ops Room, or doing Hardgay and Queen impersonations. In some ways, everything feels largely surreal, CAP was a busy kind of slack if that even makes sense at all. There was so much to do and see to, and yet it really felt like it was a week of hanging out with a bunch of new friends.
The rest of the holidays fills me with mixed feelings. I'm glad for the rest which I've been badly needing, but in some ways all that I've been busying myself with has deviated so far from academics that I'm beginning to think it's time to catch up. In fact, I just went out to replenish my foolscap paper supply. I think I'm going to spend at least half of next week just catching up with friends, before I actually settle for some work and some World Cup. At the moment, I feel like I'm leading a good life, and I shall leave all the panic for later.
I think most importantly, the knowledge that I've got someone to see me through every single tomorrow makes me incapable of dreading the future.