A pirate's life for me.
Two chapters in my life finally came to a close recently. One was that of my M.A.C journey that spanned 9 months. All I can say at the end of this journey is that the world is too goddamnit fucking big, and your life is too goddamnit fucking short to bother too much. Just sit back, relac, and smell the clouds. Talk to them if you are able to. They are pretty good company.
Anyway, after 9 months, I finally realised that the ability to put on make up is like a competition between the female species. It's like an unsaid thing, but you can totally feel it. It's almost like a competition for superiority in femininity(?). Even though it may be totally superficial (pun intended), and not of great significance, the tension is there. I don't quite feel the same way for clothes, but maybe cos my sense of style is pretty well, slack. Oh well.
Another issue I'd like to address is that of "Good Service". All I can about it is, one, it has to work both ways, and two, the best service that one person can get is probably from a Humaniod. A humaniod that possesses a certain level of human qualities, except that it has 100% tolerance level. Oh, and this is also commonly referred to as "Professionalism". To me, it's all bull crap. To make the world a better place, all people have to be is, Nice. I'm not saying to be hypocritical. But simply Be Nice. Aye, world peace. It's probably never within reach.
The second chapter that closed in my life is that of my mime journey. I started training at Mime Unlimited beginning of this year after being told by Ruth about the Open Rehearsals. They are basically free mime lessons, that progresses. And at the end of the crash course, you perform in a showcase called the Open Rehearsal Performance. The moment I heard of this programme, I was pretty much estatic. It has always been my ambition to be able to mime. The motivation came from being able to fly. Since I can never quite lift off the ground and start flapping me arms in hope of soaring through the clouds, I'll have to mime it. There was just something magical yet comic about it. I failed terribly last year trying to create a mime piece for my exams, and I'm extremely glad that I had this opportunity. The fact that it ended meant my dream journey is over and accomplished.
Mime Unlimited will be shutting down at the end of this year after being around for a long time. It came quite as a shock to me. But it was quite uplifting. A new beginning I suppose. I learned sooooo much in this chapter that I can't wait to show it off and make use of it in the next. I'm hoping to enrol in a mime school in London that is actually directed by 2 of last assistants of a great mime artist. I can't remember who now, but it'll come back to me. And when I come back to Singapore, fuck economics, and I'll open another mime company.
Anyways, many thanks to those who made this journey extremely exciting and fulfilling. Thank You.
Also, through this journey, I have opened my very small and slitty munjen eyes to see who my true friends are, as cliche as it sounds. When the world is small enough that sacrificing for a friend is the world's greatest feeling. Especially when compared to a pedicure or even men.
I love you guys man.
My departure for England is only time for me to escape from my parents and truly find myself, like the way I found you guys. :)
Cheers, to many cigarettes, cockles and carlsberg.
p.s. all pray i find some shag-worthy ang moh in england. gender is not an issue. aye.. a pirate's life for me.
Anyway, after 9 months, I finally realised that the ability to put on make up is like a competition between the female species. It's like an unsaid thing, but you can totally feel it. It's almost like a competition for superiority in femininity(?). Even though it may be totally superficial (pun intended), and not of great significance, the tension is there. I don't quite feel the same way for clothes, but maybe cos my sense of style is pretty well, slack. Oh well.
Another issue I'd like to address is that of "Good Service". All I can about it is, one, it has to work both ways, and two, the best service that one person can get is probably from a Humaniod. A humaniod that possesses a certain level of human qualities, except that it has 100% tolerance level. Oh, and this is also commonly referred to as "Professionalism". To me, it's all bull crap. To make the world a better place, all people have to be is, Nice. I'm not saying to be hypocritical. But simply Be Nice. Aye, world peace. It's probably never within reach.
The second chapter that closed in my life is that of my mime journey. I started training at Mime Unlimited beginning of this year after being told by Ruth about the Open Rehearsals. They are basically free mime lessons, that progresses. And at the end of the crash course, you perform in a showcase called the Open Rehearsal Performance. The moment I heard of this programme, I was pretty much estatic. It has always been my ambition to be able to mime. The motivation came from being able to fly. Since I can never quite lift off the ground and start flapping me arms in hope of soaring through the clouds, I'll have to mime it. There was just something magical yet comic about it. I failed terribly last year trying to create a mime piece for my exams, and I'm extremely glad that I had this opportunity. The fact that it ended meant my dream journey is over and accomplished.
Mime Unlimited will be shutting down at the end of this year after being around for a long time. It came quite as a shock to me. But it was quite uplifting. A new beginning I suppose. I learned sooooo much in this chapter that I can't wait to show it off and make use of it in the next. I'm hoping to enrol in a mime school in London that is actually directed by 2 of last assistants of a great mime artist. I can't remember who now, but it'll come back to me. And when I come back to Singapore, fuck economics, and I'll open another mime company.
Anyways, many thanks to those who made this journey extremely exciting and fulfilling. Thank You.
Also, through this journey, I have opened my very small and slitty munjen eyes to see who my true friends are, as cliche as it sounds. When the world is small enough that sacrificing for a friend is the world's greatest feeling. Especially when compared to a pedicure or even men.
I love you guys man.
My departure for England is only time for me to escape from my parents and truly find myself, like the way I found you guys. :)
Cheers, to many cigarettes, cockles and carlsberg.
p.s. all pray i find some shag-worthy ang moh in england. gender is not an issue. aye.. a pirate's life for me.
