''Boy'' in KBU

10:25 PM / Posted by NosTalGia / comments (2)

It's been a very long while since I got involved in drama, and the memory of being a drama props in secondary school life seems so remote to me now.....



However, today was drama day for my EAL/D!!



It was actually one of the activities in my EAL/D course. So our class was actually asked to carry out a role-play featuring the characters in ''Boy''. A selected novel for the literature study. Yesterday night, my group gathered at hostel and we had rehearsal in the TV room. We selected a chapter called "Goat's Tobacco' out of the book. It was very fun watching them acting as someone else and we also gave some suggestions to improve the performance. It took about one hour and half to finish the drama practice.



Rehearsing the drama. It was actually a scene where Beng and KCV (couple) sweet- talking while everyone else ( notice Hazman, the one covering his eyes) was speechless.

Syafiqah was actually acting, but her way of giggling was really pulling my leg. From left: Hazman, Sabri, Ruby, Syafiqah and Eliza.


The drama session today started after being assigned with n-piles of homework. The first role-play was Daniel group. The way MUD (blue shirt guy) portrayed as Mrs Pratchett ( a mean sadistic woman) was simply vivid!


Then, the next drama was carried out by Liyana Group. Nadiah was especially adorable due to her sugary tone. Next was Atiqah and Syireen, the fantastic duet. They and my group had a draw in the end, rewarded with a packet of Bootlaces. Subsequent turn was my group (Hadn't taken any photo). Then, the last was Sarah group. They had this witty way of involving us in their role-play where they asked us to stand up as Sarah, acting as the Headmaster, demanded a spot-check to find out the actors that hid among us. Everyone laughed and of course, gave warm oration after every drama.: Well, you never get to see your friends act in a role-play everyday, do you? =)

Nadiah (yellow shirt) and Liyana.

Atiqah and Syireen. Really love how Atiqah acted as headmaster. The teddy bear was supposed to be a student called Dobson.

Sarah, Mi and Franky. Franky had Mrs Pratchett defined in another way.
Superb =D

So that's all I have got to tell about today. Especially memorable I'd say. Thanks to the group members of ''Goat Tobacco'': I had a nice time with everyone!


A Bunga Raya as my gratitude! =)

Reflection of some crappy stuffs (Alert: boring!)

8:33 PM / Posted by NosTalGia / comments (0)

I used to think that...

Being indifferent is something despicable.
Giving up is the notion a coward holds.
But to stand up relentless against all odds, to be overly obsessed with wins and losses, how ever steady is a wall, would one day be crumbled by a sheer drop of rain, or just a breath of wind.


Is there a equilibrium point? Nah... day transitions into night through evening (or vice versa), black is the nuance of white itself (or vice versa) - Absoluteness is relative. Where is the perfectly middle line? Only exist in the presumably isolated dimension. So in what dimension are we?

A dimension of ambiguity. A universe of relativity. A universe within universe - the indivisibility of a particle.

So are these all about philosophy or science? No. Absolutely no. Who am I to explain all these self-contradictory theories? I am born to live, and I , at the bottom of my heart, want to live to the fullest. It's something absolute for me. Long time ago, I'd assume that what was general was surely impeccable, a perfection. With all the little confidence that's left in me, I couldn't even resist the orthodox. I cloned people's views and squeezed them into my own, like a child forcing a square block into a round slot. Then, judgement ensued. My own judgement in which I tailored all my thoughts on the ground of people's measures - I became a hypocrite to myself, contradicting myself while thinking i was dignified at being same as everyone else. No one would think I am eccentric, or deviant, or a weirdo. No one would throw me a contemptuous glance. How nice was that! However, time proved me wrong, very wrong indeed: I have lost myself. I see millions of people with my own eyes, but have seldom spared some time to look at myself . To include everyone into my daily lives but not myself, it's so paradoxical. My entity has become questionable. I don't even feel farmiliar with the face I see when standing in front of mirror.

Why?

Well, I guess Jon, you know the answer. I know the answer, too.

For me, the answer is absolute. Because it's my own view. I have faith in it, and faith in Jon's.
To my pleasure, I knew that someone understands. It's well enough for me. It offers more than I have bargained for. However, a subtle feeling would sometimes arise that I fear that I've put faith in wrong person. Some sort of subconciousness. Nevertheless, I want to say here that I am not investing my trust on people I like. Now, I just feel comfortable to trust whom I should trust. Jon, if you are reading this, I will honestly tell you that I want you to be happy to have read this. Just feel like doing it. Nothing ghey here and nothing flattery.

Until then, I have somehow changed my attitude in my college ( If anyone has read my posts about college life before). I am OK with it - That's enough. Being occasionally reflective on some deep stuffs while in college, I would just shrug it off - That's enough. Having burdened with all the current pressures of homeworks and tests - That's definitely enough. Just let it be, life's too short to cry over the spilt milk.

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