Lucid Brain is Better
Hi everyone. I write to you in a state of extreme angst. This has nothing to do with any physical or emotional drawbacks but because I have spent a very, very long time doing tedious work. The work itself has to do with one of my favourite musicals, South Pacific, which I am reading and dissecting for facts.
It is difficult work. It requires concentration, and in my case, a lot of audible groans. I'm not one to sit still for this long. Moreover, I have seen this musical live at the Kennedy Center and the 2008 revival is one of my favourite soundtracks. Going through the libretto, detail by detail, is excruciating because I have all these pent-up emotions pertaining to the scenes, knowing what happens next, fearing the love the characters exchange, hating it. I remember a time when Musical Theatre became my medium of choice. Mum and I went to see West Side Story at Wolf Trap, and when the show was done, I could not contain my emotions, so I ran. I just ran away from the stage (Wolf Trap is an outdoor theatre, so it wasn't like I was bumping into everyone in the lobby). I was not as fit then as I am now, so you can understand how overwhelming my emotions were to have me forget everything else and keep running.
That's what happens when my emotions get the better of me. I like to run away (I also used to slap people, but I've gotten over that reaction... I think). I don't understand how to deal with it sitting still, which ironically is how I've had to deal with it today. It's been "great".
I mean, listen to this: "She catches his eye. They exchange a quick look. Each averts his eyes from each other.... She watches him carefully as he warms his brandy, holding the snifter in the palms of both hands and making a circular motion. She does the same. As they drink, the music rises to great ecstatic heights. One is made aware that in this simple act of two people falling in love, each drinking brandy, there are turbulent thoughts and feelings going on in their hearts and brains. They lower their glasses. The music dies down. Emile struggles to say something."
Gosh, how horribly tense it is to fall in love! If ever anyone tells me they enjoyed the Twilight books, I will point them to the stage directions written by the infamous Hammerstein and scriptwriter Logan. And if they only watched the Twilight movies, they should read the stage directions anyway, while playing the corresponding tracks. It's too much. How American of me to say: I can't even.
It is difficult work. It requires concentration, and in my case, a lot of audible groans. I'm not one to sit still for this long. Moreover, I have seen this musical live at the Kennedy Center and the 2008 revival is one of my favourite soundtracks. Going through the libretto, detail by detail, is excruciating because I have all these pent-up emotions pertaining to the scenes, knowing what happens next, fearing the love the characters exchange, hating it. I remember a time when Musical Theatre became my medium of choice. Mum and I went to see West Side Story at Wolf Trap, and when the show was done, I could not contain my emotions, so I ran. I just ran away from the stage (Wolf Trap is an outdoor theatre, so it wasn't like I was bumping into everyone in the lobby). I was not as fit then as I am now, so you can understand how overwhelming my emotions were to have me forget everything else and keep running.
That's what happens when my emotions get the better of me. I like to run away (I also used to slap people, but I've gotten over that reaction... I think). I don't understand how to deal with it sitting still, which ironically is how I've had to deal with it today. It's been "great".
I mean, listen to this: "She catches his eye. They exchange a quick look. Each averts his eyes from each other.... She watches him carefully as he warms his brandy, holding the snifter in the palms of both hands and making a circular motion. She does the same. As they drink, the music rises to great ecstatic heights. One is made aware that in this simple act of two people falling in love, each drinking brandy, there are turbulent thoughts and feelings going on in their hearts and brains. They lower their glasses. The music dies down. Emile struggles to say something."
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| EMILE AND NELLIE <3 taken from irishcentral.com |
Gosh, how horribly tense it is to fall in love! If ever anyone tells me they enjoyed the Twilight books, I will point them to the stage directions written by the infamous Hammerstein and scriptwriter Logan. And if they only watched the Twilight movies, they should read the stage directions anyway, while playing the corresponding tracks. It's too much. How American of me to say: I can't even.
When I Was Dreaming
I awoke at 4am this morning with many ideas buzzing about what I'd write today. I had a really good continuum and now that I am properly awake, I cannot figure out what it was I wanted to say. Oh yes! Oh yes, it's coming back to me!
I remember when I admitted to Dave that I wouldn't mind being a nun. Now I know what you're thinking, I'm way too wayward to become any such thing, but let's overlook that for the time being. His response was, "don't you want to have a family?"
At the time, I was confused. Of course not. Having a family would be cool I guess, but nothing I'd prioritise. Even now, I'm not sure how much I'd like to have one, although, like most others, I do have a certain eagerness to fall in love. When I opened my fb and emails this morning, however, I was bombarded by the beauty that is my family.
My cousin, Tynee, wrote this funny post:
Me: Can we stop by IKEA?
John (pictured): You can't just "stop by" IKEA.
True that!
And of course, when I opened my emails, I was bombarded by an album of my family's weekend together. It seriously is the little things in life that get me going...
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"Tita, stop trying to take a nice photo, it's embarrassing".
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| Porch Privilege... |
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| DENIED! |
Now that I'm laughing at my own exceptional sense of humour, I must admit that my South Pacific project still awaits. Oh wait, wait!!! Isn't it funny that my mother (pictured above) and my niece (pictured above) are actually my mother and niece? They don't look anything alike. Poor Charlotte just isn't Pinay (filipina) enough...
I must say that I was a horrible friend and didn't a) go to Tommy's going away party or b) see him off the morning of his flight. He called from the plane, and I got all worked up and said, "who will I eat with!?" and he said "Matthew" and I started crying, hahaha (sorry, Matt). We did manage to go to our regular haunt, Abo Ali, this past week, and I was being very goofy so our goodbye was a happy one, not stressful. He sent me a message today saying that he misses me (uh DUH!), so yeah, he can have his nice, cwtch life in China while I slave away here in Cardiff. Whatever.
cwtch, btw, is a Welsh term. YEAH! GO ME! I've used Welsh and Tagalog in this post. And there's a bit of French dialogue in South Pacific, so I'm exercising that skill as well.
If only my lifestyle would allow me to see the sun and share these joys with other people. C'est La Vie. Back to work.
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