If Saturday never ends.
woke up, bright and early.
first engagement for the day, titisan training. It became a great affair when we realised it would be the first training for the freshies. To me, the curiously large number is amusing, alarming and alhamdulillah-ing at the same time. I grew nervous, and soon worry sank in as i tried to take lead of the workshops, modifying as we moved along to make suitable for a huge crowd. Yet, a very fun, creative, breath of fresh air. I'm looking forward to meeting them again this wednesday.
what touched me the most was their feedback during de-brief. gave me a warm fuzzy feeling. thanks guys. to think that i might be changing other people's lives.... as if paying it forward. thanks to eka, noble of them to spread the bug.
oh my, do i see talent?
afterwards we followed zah to her collegue's dad's wake. it was a taoist funeral, and it sure was exciting, to the point of being almost rude. the elaborate details. the mismatched colours. the pantangs. the red string they gave to visitors.
i regarded it more as a culture that a religious practice. to tie the red string loosely to any one of your fingers and to let it drop, when in oblivion/ not concious of it slipping down your finger, is to bring good luck / void bad luck, even after attending a funeral. very coolness.
our hunger amplified in the afternoon heat, got the best of us. soon we made our way in search of food, some where near city hall to facilitate an easy journey to the substation. Gedebak gedebuk, we found ourselves at Secret Recipe marina bay. Late lunch was on zah, and boy was it good. i had vietnamese beef noodles.
Stuffed with great food, we made our way to the esplanade for a quick visit to the library. borrowed a couple of eccentric CDs -indian classical, indonesian guitars and a vcd on indonesian dance, in accordance to area. also a book that illustrates classical javanese dance. (thinking of using it for ppp)
Anyway, after which, we headed to the substation to catch mentah III just in time.
The first play by faralina, seemed promising, but delievered very directly, and very...tackily? It just didnt react with me.
Second one by faezah, very beautiful, i loved the performance. much cohesive compared to the first one, although they had similaries in having 3 lead female characters. I really really enjoyed it.
The night ended with a bang of course. Zizi's piece, was the best in my opinion. i enjoyed both the script and the performance. Siti Khalijah is one praise-worthy actress. she's really something. anyway, the script and the whole idea of the hopscotch thing, is really really good. how each scene is an intergral part of an intricate network of the story line. I loved it. and it was similar to the vision i had imagined ppp to be.
:)
Pahlawan Putih
woke up, bright and early.
first engagement for the day, titisan training. It became a great affair when we realised it would be the first training for the freshies. To me, the curiously large number is amusing, alarming and alhamdulillah-ing at the same time. I grew nervous, and soon worry sank in as i tried to take lead of the workshops, modifying as we moved along to make suitable for a huge crowd. Yet, a very fun, creative, breath of fresh air. I'm looking forward to meeting them again this wednesday.
what touched me the most was their feedback during de-brief. gave me a warm fuzzy feeling. thanks guys. to think that i might be changing other people's lives.... as if paying it forward. thanks to eka, noble of them to spread the bug.
oh my, do i see talent?
afterwards we followed zah to her collegue's dad's wake. it was a taoist funeral, and it sure was exciting, to the point of being almost rude. the elaborate details. the mismatched colours. the pantangs. the red string they gave to visitors.
i regarded it more as a culture that a religious practice. to tie the red string loosely to any one of your fingers and to let it drop, when in oblivion/ not concious of it slipping down your finger, is to bring good luck / void bad luck, even after attending a funeral. very coolness.
our hunger amplified in the afternoon heat, got the best of us. soon we made our way in search of food, some where near city hall to facilitate an easy journey to the substation. Gedebak gedebuk, we found ourselves at Secret Recipe marina bay. Late lunch was on zah, and boy was it good. i had vietnamese beef noodles.
Stuffed with great food, we made our way to the esplanade for a quick visit to the library. borrowed a couple of eccentric CDs -indian classical, indonesian guitars and a vcd on indonesian dance, in accordance to area. also a book that illustrates classical javanese dance. (thinking of using it for ppp)
Anyway, after which, we headed to the substation to catch mentah III just in time.
The first play by faralina, seemed promising, but delievered very directly, and very...tackily? It just didnt react with me.
Second one by faezah, very beautiful, i loved the performance. much cohesive compared to the first one, although they had similaries in having 3 lead female characters. I really really enjoyed it.
The night ended with a bang of course. Zizi's piece, was the best in my opinion. i enjoyed both the script and the performance. Siti Khalijah is one praise-worthy actress. she's really something. anyway, the script and the whole idea of the hopscotch thing, is really really good. how each scene is an intergral part of an intricate network of the story line. I loved it. and it was similar to the vision i had imagined ppp to be.
:)
Pahlawan Putih
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