After we have travelled so far, we set the fire to the third bar
I intially wanted to write a short play entitled My real imaginery friend. The premise was simple: a man would be talking to himself, and it would be quite evident that he is in a failing relationship. Later on a lady would reveal herself and talk to him. Towards the end it would be evident that she is real and he is not, when all along the audience would be led to believe the reverse was true.
After sitting down a few times and trying to come up with an outline and a draft, I realised I couldn't do it. For one, I cannot find a way to lead the audience into thinking that the man is real and the woman is not. For another, I cannot find a way to sustain the man's conversation with an imaginery character at the start of the play. Dialogues and monologues are little of a problem with me, actually - I am one of those who believe that dialogue and dialogue alone can drive a play forward, with or without a preconceived plot; but the content of his dialogue would revolve around his relationship of which I can think of nothing interesting to say for five full minutes.
So instead of doing that play I revised a 30-45 minute play I did previously (it didn't win anything), gave it some cosmetic changes and submitted it. I think it is very important to recycle one's works. They save you a lot of time. The downside is that if the recycled work didn't win anything previously, it isn't likely to win anything now.
A few days ago, NUS called to say they had a vacancy. I felt very bitter then, I still feel very bitter now. My application for a job there was sent a few days after I had went for an interview for my current job, so if I had bothered delaying my present job's offer for a few days then, as would be the logical choice to take, I could be in a much more desirable job in a much less corporatized environment now. And to think I even wrote an elaborate cover letter that expressed my interest in exposing myself to the academia. I was so desperate I even asked if I could get back to them next month, after I resign from my current position. They said no. And to think that the vacancy was in the faculty of law. Life is always like that.
Here are two versions of the same song. In the first the female singer looks more pretty and the voices sound better, in the second the instruments are more clear and it is a live performance. I like the way their voices blend together almost seamlessly, the lyrics are technically good. I believe this song wouldn't be so beautiful if it were sung by any other female singer, martha wainwright's voice is so nice here.
How do you enjoy your music? Do you sing along, or do you simply hum. Do you tap your feet, or nod your head, or close your eyes and imagine things? Or maybe you look blankly at the ceiling while it looks back blankly at you?
After sitting down a few times and trying to come up with an outline and a draft, I realised I couldn't do it. For one, I cannot find a way to lead the audience into thinking that the man is real and the woman is not. For another, I cannot find a way to sustain the man's conversation with an imaginery character at the start of the play. Dialogues and monologues are little of a problem with me, actually - I am one of those who believe that dialogue and dialogue alone can drive a play forward, with or without a preconceived plot; but the content of his dialogue would revolve around his relationship of which I can think of nothing interesting to say for five full minutes.
So instead of doing that play I revised a 30-45 minute play I did previously (it didn't win anything), gave it some cosmetic changes and submitted it. I think it is very important to recycle one's works. They save you a lot of time. The downside is that if the recycled work didn't win anything previously, it isn't likely to win anything now.
A few days ago, NUS called to say they had a vacancy. I felt very bitter then, I still feel very bitter now. My application for a job there was sent a few days after I had went for an interview for my current job, so if I had bothered delaying my present job's offer for a few days then, as would be the logical choice to take, I could be in a much more desirable job in a much less corporatized environment now. And to think I even wrote an elaborate cover letter that expressed my interest in exposing myself to the academia. I was so desperate I even asked if I could get back to them next month, after I resign from my current position. They said no. And to think that the vacancy was in the faculty of law. Life is always like that.
Here are two versions of the same song. In the first the female singer looks more pretty and the voices sound better, in the second the instruments are more clear and it is a live performance. I like the way their voices blend together almost seamlessly, the lyrics are technically good. I believe this song wouldn't be so beautiful if it were sung by any other female singer, martha wainwright's voice is so nice here.
How do you enjoy your music? Do you sing along, or do you simply hum. Do you tap your feet, or nod your head, or close your eyes and imagine things? Or maybe you look blankly at the ceiling while it looks back blankly at you?
6 Comments:
I stare into the abyss and it stares back into me.
the abyss didnt want to look soulfully back to me though. There was already a long queue of people who once declared they'd like to stare sagely into him he had to deal with. Silly inconsiderate german who gave them the idea.
anyhow the abbey road one is jaw dropping. damn I regret not catching them all on tv last year.
I like your sense of humour. But I don't think Nietzsche is a silly inconsiderate German!!
life is never a smooth sail and with that, we then will grow stronger. life is also a balance between give and take, gain or lost.
or at least mr abyss does anyway.
Lol, mr abyss is not vic right?
Aquila
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