Sunday, November 11, 2007
a fragment of light.
music: ashes and wine by a fine frenzydisappointments. we've all had them at any one point of our lives. be it a lousy grade on something, a failed relationship, a bad shot on the court, an abrupt end to a friendship, an expectation that wasn't met. big or small, lasting or not, disappointments always fill us with this momentary sense of, hmm, would you say, loss? yeah. loss. the loss of what it could have been.
i was reminded of one incident whilst talking to efei on the bus when we went by the bus stop at orchard station in front of this hilly part of orchard, where there was a staircase leading up to the top of said hill. for all the 4 years when i was in rgs, i'd always take the bus home from that stop whenever i headed to town after school. i never went up that flight of stairs, never ventured beyond that bus stop. i don't know what held me back, but i just never did.
i'd always imagined the top of the hill to be this beautiful garden, filled with lush greenery and flowers of all the colours of the rainbow. in my mind's eye, there'd be wooden benches and a stone walkway winding through it, with little butterflies doing their little dance amongst the trees.
so one friday after dinner with some friends, i decided to venture up that flight of stairs. one foot in front of the other, i slowly made my way up the stairway, bracing myself for that first glance of what i had been imagining for the past 4 years. like a child that had been slowly peeling off the wrapping paper to her christmas gift in anticipation and opening the box only to find that what lay inside was something she had not wanted, i stood there, utterly disappointed.
my garden was not a garden at all. it was just a small field with dirty soil and unkempt grass, and a concrete path that led through it to a fenced up area, forbidden to outsiders.
at that moment i was wondering if i should've gone up at all. after all, it could've just been that beautiful garden in my mind for the rest of time. just like every other disappointment, would we rather it had never happened? that moment of reckoning, that sinking feeling in our stomachs, would it have been better if we'd remained in our oblivious state of bliss?
okay, on another note. the pillowman!
The Pillowman.
Katurian, a writer of terrifying short stories, has been newly imprisoned and is questioned by the police, who scale new heights of brutality - and black humour - with their version of the good cop/bad cop mind game. Along the way, the reasons for the storyteller's capture are revealed in a viciously entertaining cat-and-mouse game that has you on the edge of your seat.
caught it with efei yesterday (managed to get last minute tickets). really brilliant play. the script, the plot, the cast. it was amazing, the way the playwright, martin macdonagh, weaved everything together into this witty yet poignant piece. efei and i both found it disturbing and vaguely depressing. the apple men, the little green pig, the little jesus, the pillowman. really, try to catch it. it's definitely worthwhile.
find out more about it here. (it's a different link from the one in the last post)
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hello is the hall very big ! I was thinking of getting tickets but there are only those right at the back left. Would the view be bad :/
-passerby
the hall's pretty small, really. i was seated on the second floor, right at the back. the view was pretty good, actually. so i think it'd be fine. (:
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