wrote haiku, after intoxication by alcohol
I can't write poems I can't take a photograph Creative self-doubt
Simple game. Few rules. Fun and laughter in childhood Give me back those days
I can't write poems I can't take a photograph Creative self-doubt
Simple game. Few rules. Fun and laughter in childhood Give me back those days
Two young men walked into a bar. J had clothed himself in his usual way: a T-shirt and a pair of shorts, hat-less. Whereas Y had chosen a floral-print button-up shirt, a pair of skinny jeans, and a baseball cap.
They sat next to each other at the bar counter, saying nothing to each other.
J's dessert punctuated the silence. Its arrival elicited a puzzled look from J.
Brick-and-mortar book-shops have been closing down, one after another.
I'm trying to contribute where I can, in as appropriate a manner as possible, with what little strength that remains in these frail arms.
I attended a screening of a documentary, at a nearby cinema.
It was about how humans manage – or fail to manage – industrial waste, and consumer waste. There were a lot of statistics in the documentary.
It ended on an carefully curated optimistic note:
In other words, what do I want to work on, moving forward?
Darren suggested future directions.
HCAC: private acting school with various short courses of styles and methods.
Nine Years Theatre: Actor Training
Games, and exercises, to build up confidence and reflexes.
Interactions with the world of theatre in Singapore.
This list is not exhaustive.