Category Archive
The following is a list of all entries from the Musings category.
Postshow
What can I say? The show is over, and it was good. Hell, it was more than good.
It was perfect.
I am constantly in awe of the talent I see in the people I have had the pleasure to work with in the course of this production. Cast and Crew, you were wonderful, professional and brilliant. Its been a great run.
I’d also really like to thank the audience for this. As always, we’re really thankful you guys bother to cough up the cash and travel all the way down to see us. Mad props to you.
The Night of the Show
Good morning everyone. I’ve been quiet for a while. It has been a long week. In about 11 hours, 6 months worth of work will be over. I am tingling with a strange energy, that I rarely get the opportunity to experience. Its akin to the pre-exam buzz, but more happy. This is going to be a good show. I can feel it. Its the way things fall together perfectly at the last moment. Probably has something to do with morphogenetic fields.
I think I’ll stop reflecting now. I don’t want to jinx this performance with a meditative reflection, so I won’t. That comes later, maybe tomorrow morning.
Job Search
The future is nearly upone me, it has crept surreptiously and stealthily like a panther-god of long lost African lore.
Oh how I wish for the days when life was simpler. You wanted to be a fireman, an astronaut or a superhero. Now you know that the Firemen are dead, the astronauts are crazy, and the superheroes are just badly written adolescent male power fantasies.
I often wonder what the hell I’m going to do with my life. In an ideal situation, which is to say, in my wildest dreams, I will be a humorist/writer of some sort, churning out scripts and suchlike for stage, screen and comic. This is, of course, highly unlikely.
Considering my subject combination, I realize that I can either be a journalist, a teacher or a lawyer. Journalism is supposed to be hard as hell, with long hours and suchlike. Teachering is similar, perhaps worse. Law has long hours too, but at least it pays well. This is good. Unfortunately, everyone also thinks so.
Thank God for IB, giving me this unfair advantage.Thank God for my Ceylonese heritage – its common knowledge that minorties make good lawyers, and that Indians like to argue.
However, I don’t particularly want to be a lawyer. Large sums of money with no self-fulliment isn’t something that sounds good to me. I’d rather be a poor schmuck that an rich prick, so to speak. What do lawyers do for society? Why the hell do we need so much lawyers? Why the hell are we paying them so much money? I don’t want a job that forces me to suck out the lifeblood of society, like some vicious scholar-remora of the instution.
But then again, its a lot of money. And money makes it all better.
ZOMG LAZERWOLFZZ!
Last post turned out a bit more emo that I thought it would. Oh well..To make for it, I present to you a Lazerwolf.
It’s something I dreamt of yesterday. I think it has something to do with Fiddler on the Roof.
Tomfoolery
I often hear that it is supposed to be hard to go around making a fool of yourself.Once, years ago, I understood this. Nowadays, I am extremely suspicious of anyone who claims this is true. Making a fool of yourself is easy. Being funny is a bit harder, but still generally easy, as long as you know your audience. Of course, its pretty hellish when you don’t know anything about the people your performing at. I’m no expert, but I’m reasonably sure that the same is true for public speaking and so on.
*plot twist*
In case you didn’t know, detachment is a wonderful way 0f coping with life. The world is a beautiful and terrible place. But we should never forget that this life is nothing but a dream in the grand scheme of things. When we realize this, life becomes alot easier to live.
Shallow and Empty
I am disturbed by how empty my Student Achievement Form looks like. It is a painful reminder of how shallow and empty my life really is – something like a Jacuzzi for leprechauns. I think that they probably use a tactic similar to this in prison camps. You get in , get beaten up by the guards, are starved for three days, kept in a little box and are forced to fill out a form about your life achievements in the past year. Hmm.. That sounds funnier in my head.
Oh well, there’s always recreational substance abuse.
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Went to see the new 5.14ers today. Interesting experience. I wonder if we’re the only class to do it.
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Jordan’s Three-Stage Action Plan for Recruitment and Orientation ended yesterday. It was quite a success. The year 5s are now sufficiently orientated and will seamless merge with the rest of the Club. These are exciting time. Lots of talent. I can’t wait to see what they do next year.
Curiouser and Curiouser
Its the second week of school and it feels like the eighth week. I don’t know how any of us are going to survive when the work starts coming in. Fortunately, we have a new drama room to while away our time.
In other news, I’ve found out that all you need to do to get citizenship in the US or Britain these days is to enlist in their army. Course, you’d be sent directly to Iraq to be shot at by angry villagers with AKs and rocket-launchers. Which isn’t so bad if you are, in fact, an Iraqi yourself.
Speaking of Iraq, remember that crazy muthafucka who swung on a rope a while back?
BAGHDAD, Iraq (Reuters) — All eyes will be on the empty chair in the dock on Monday when the genocide trial of the ousted Iraqi leadership resumes in Baghdad.
So basically, they found some of his lackeys and decide to put them on trial. But unfortunately the main witness has checked out. Well, that’s weird.
Impressions Maliki rushed the hanging through in haste ahead of the New Year, at the start of a Muslim holiday, were reinforced on Sunday when lawyers and an official said two of Saddam’s aides, now on death row, were meant to hang with him but were spared at the last minute for “logistical” reasons.
“Impressions Maliki” is an especially odd name. But anyway… So. They rushed his hanging for the New Year. As this guy said, what happens in 2006 is old news. I suppose its not particularly funny, but its still a bit strange.
Curiouser and curiouser. Lots of things are happening these days that almost seem a lot like the basis for the next great thriller novel. Commie spies, the church and terrorist. Plus the freaky weather. We should seriously write a book on this stuff.
Damn Commies!
I’m rantless today. Nothing much happened. EXCEPT FOR A ARCHBISHOP OF WARSAW ADMITTING TO BE A FORMER COMMUNIST SPY. All around the world, would-be-da-vinci-code-writers take note. Finally, an opportunity to appear hip and trendy by slandering the church AND appeal to the conservative crowd by blaming those damn commies!
WARSAW, Poland Jan 7, 2007 (AP)— Warsaw’s new archbishop resigned amid a scandal about his cooperation with the communist-era secret police, Poland’s Roman Catholic Church said Sunday.
- http://abcnews.go.com/International/wireStory?id=2776410
Wow. Damn Commies! First the KGB poisons that crazy bloke and now this! What will they think of next. Santa the informer?
*plot twist*I noticed I stop dreaming seriously when the school year starts. This leads me to believe I only remember the dreams I have after 5.00 am, since that’s when I wake up these days.
*plot twist*Sometimes I get the feeling that I’m about to become someone completely different from who I am at that moment. The moment passes, and I’m someone completely different. I’ll still keep the same genes, memories and feelings, but I feel like I’m not the same soul I was. It’s a odd feeling.
*plot twist* In other news, I recommend Fables to everyone I know. Its the only monthly series I have ever started actually buying monthly.
Walking into Walls
I have a problem with thinking coherently organizing my thoughts. I blame television. But bear with me, if you can be bothered.
Searching is important, even if you walk into walls. I know a lot of people disagree with me. So many people think that it’s terribly dangerous to question, to search for knowledge and understanding when it comes to religious.
I don’t disagree.
It is terribly dangerous – I know from firsthand experience, and from Wikipedia. We are foolish creatures. We make lemmings look good.
It’s hard (hard, not impossible) for us to understand the true nature of the universe, particularly in this stage of our existence, but we’ll be damned if we let that stop us from screwing around with things we don’t understand.
Yet, sometimes we need to take risks. I know what I do, or what I try to do, will almost definitely guarantee me a lot of spiritual, emotional and perhaps even physical pain. We’re wandering through a mind-maze-desert of broken glass and powdered insanity. In our wanderings, all of us make wrong turns, and only a handful figure it out before they saunter off the edges of the world, smirking.
The funny part is (and believe me, there is always a funny part) there are already direction on where to go. We have maps, and good maps. The problem is whether should be follow them? Logically, we should. What’s the point of needless pain? Why do we walk into walls? Why do we ask so many rhetorical questions, even when we’re told that they’re bad for our essays?
I’m not sure about the rest of you, but for me, it’s because I’m a bloody fool. I’m not one of those people who claim to be fools, for dramatic effect or modesty or some shit like that. I’m the real deal, the genuine article. I’m hardcore. This is what I do, what I’ve always been doing, and I do it better than anyone else I know. The problem is, of course, although it’s always funny, it’s not always funny for me or people close to me. I can’t change who I am though. If I my life was a highway, and I had the map, I’d still take the scenic route, no matter how perilous I’m told it is, just to see it for myself. I can learn from teachings, but I prefer to learn from experience. I walk into walls with righteous zeal, because I know this is the only real way I can know if I know I know
(And this is the point where I forget where I was going with this, so I hastily wrap up).
All I know is that, in everything, God is with us, and through everything, he draws us closer to him, even if we don’t realize or accept it ourselves.
*plot twist*
In other news…
Jokerman.
Learns to type.
With dramatic.
Pauses.
The Day the Internet Died.
This is my New Years Resolution. For the longest of times, I stopped writing seriously. In fact, it’s been about 2 and ½ years this week. Hurray for disillusionment and procrastination! Just call me Johnny Ne’er-do-well. I don’t really remember why I stopped. It certainly didn’t seem like a good idea at the time. But I was young and foolish then. True, I’m still young and foolish. But now, I’m young, foolish, and ON WORDPRESS MUTHAFUCKAS!
I know I shouldn’t be swearing, but that’s the only way to make the joke work. See, kids? Swearing is what we comedians call, plan b. If the joke doesn’t work, just add a profanity.
Moving right along now.
Oh and that’s another reason why I’m blogging again. Need to find a way to beat out all my inner demons that doesn’t involve navigating the daytime talk show circuit.
I mean, that’s just sad.
I had the opportunity to see what we get in Singapore last year – we basically have Ellen Degeneres and Tyra Banks doing Oprah impressions. Freaky shit, my friends. Ellen should have stuck to stand up and seafood. And Tyra seems to have developed a taste for terrorizing people with serious psychological problems after American’s Next Top Model and slapping domestic servants. Maybe that last one was Naomi. I forget. I’ve always wondered whether Naomi Campbell was heir to the great Campbell Soup fortune. But somehow I’ve always felt that those Campbell were white. I mean, they make soup. The only people who drink soup religiously are homeless white hobos, and rich white pricks with fake accents. Maybe I’m just generalizing.
*plot twist*
Heavens to Murgatroyd, I forgot how fun it was doing that was. It was mine first you know, but couldn’t keep it to myself. I mean, it’s so simple. Can’t go any further with an idea, but don’t know how to stop? Just-
*plot twist*
Recently, the internet broke. Reports said that earthquakes in Taiwan had damaged ‘undersea cables’. Somehow I’m sure that the man who bought us the Sinking of Japan has already secured the movie rights. The Day The Internet Died – Starring Tom Cruise. Your connection’s time is up. It’ll be a cult classic.
But still. The internet! Broken by Earthquakes! Somehow I don’t believe it. It was probably terrorists, communist, or the French. Maybe a Communist French Terrorist, you never know.
But still!! (I can do this all night)
The Internet! Dead! In Taiwan!
That was a surprise for me. I mean, I always thought that the Internet was kept in a shoebox under Al Gore’s bed. That, or in the stork brought it.
I know what the internet needs. The internet needs an anthropomorphic personification. Like the Grim Reaper, but more of a badass. I can almost picture him (the internet is a guy, friends. I mean, 80% of his being is dedicated to porn. ) He’ll be the sum total of every jackass who has ever flamed you on a forum and the bastards who write spam mail. He hates emo people with a passion, mainly because they’re attracted to him by the horde. He has no morals whatsoever. He’ll quote sitcoms endlessly. His existence is in a perpetual state of bad taste. He’ll be wearing a suit – top half at least (for conferences while telecommuting) and he most probably won’t be wearing pants. He smells of alcohol, marijuana, rotting fast food and quantum processors. He’s has a lot of viruses too, but I don’t think I’ll go into that…ahem. He’ll be fluent in 1337-speak, but barely able to construct a grammatical correct sentence He has an irrational fear that something is eating his bandwith. He’ll have done a lot more that you can imagine, but most of the time you don’t believe him when he tries to tell you. He’s be a pirate AND a ninja.He will claim to be an African prince, and would constantly promise you a great fortune, if you would just give him some money to get out of the country.
