Not Homework.

Why must we grow older? I wish I could have stayed being that sweet little kid that I once knew long time ago. I remember promising my friend, and making him swear to never grow older, to always be a kid, because I think that's what saves many people in this day and age. There are so many people out there who can't relax for a second. The more you care, the more problems will arise in this cage we call life. Was I being a hypocrite? Have I changed that much from that kid I once knew to be me. What happened to that kid? I NEED that kid that I once knew.

In my last blogpost, I talked about how kids can act so freely up on stage. It wasn't a blogpost that I had just written to earn credit for homework, I actually thought very hard about that idea that I had come across about kids. You know, I want that innocence again. But, there's just no way to go back. And it's funny, in a sick way. How in the hell does somebody gain their innocence back? Do more good in the world? Or thinking twice about throwing out that swear word in that sentence? I mean really, how? I've been thinking about this all, for a very very long time. I feel homesick at times, because I look at myself, into who I've become. The very thing I was scared of becoming when I was a kid. I've become into another scary high schooler, that looks half-dead in the mornings, that swears among his friends, that's looking for fist fights here and there outside of school.

I think we all need that kid that we all once knew. And if you haven't lost him/her, good for you. Great job. I think, it's the hardest thing anybody in the world can do.

I remember, a time where I was getting ready to go outside. My mum sat next to me, and had a deep discussion about growing up. I was about, 12. She had told me that I was going to start feeling more defensive about different things, creating my own opinions on things, and feeling more agressive towards her. I broke out into tears and hugged her, told her and swore on my life that I was not going to become that evil kid she had been describing. She told me that it was fine, and that it had happened to her too when she was growing up. But no, I wasn't going to turn into a monster like that, I was sure of it.

What a joke. Now I comeback to everything she has to say, putting up a fight about the smallest things. Good God.

Here's London Bridge, My Fair...

          Einstein said that the world would never lose it's energy. The energy that has been here since the beginning of time has stayed up to this day and is still here. So, when actors and theatre actors create energy up on the stage or in front of a camera, does it mean that they themselves are creating energy? Like really, does the energy that we as actors create go away to the audience and do those audience members carry it away?

          It's like a big energy factory if you think about it. We generate feelings, emotions, bring out the deepest feelings inside people and make them into people that they themselves hadn't even thought of becoming for their whole lives. We change people, in a way that's beautiful, because all we gain out of it is their love and support. Well, that's considering if what we make isn't 'deadly.' We as actors and directors know that we must create energy between ourselves and the audience to actually make them feel a certain way. No matter how dull your character is, no matter how boring they are, you can still always generate that feeling of sadness, happiness, love, lust and anything you can think of, only if you show your energy. What's the use of a factory worker, if they don't turn the generators for the energy to pass through? Well, that's why we need to create that synergy to let the energy pass form us to the audience right? Oh yeah.. I think that's it. Synergy being that bridge from us to the audience. Slowly building itself from the stage to the audience from the beginning of a show to the end of it. Inch by inch, brick by brick, slowly and steadily. It's a matter of how we keep that synergy up, that determines whether or not that bridge collapses or not. Don't let it collapse.

The kids on Thursday evening, were stupendous in my eyes. I blame the writer of the script, for making the show into a history lesson with music in it. Hey, I'm not going to lie here. I'm sorry if i'm being too critical but really, it got me angry seeing how the kids were putting so much energy and effort into what they were doing, yet the written script of the show was just so dull. The kids were so free up on the stage, and didn't at all think twice about their lines. They just jumped straight into it with no fear at all. Somebody like me, a wimp, wouldn't be able to be as fearless as the kids up on the stage that night. I think the more innocent a person is, the more fearless they are up on stage. Think about it, what would an innocent person have to hide up on stage compared to a person with far more deeper secrets? Maybe i'm just talking gibberish but, it's my take on it.

I loved the lighting effects on the stage that day, it was so calm at times, and then all crazy at other times. The dances and songs that the kids had for the play was fantastic! I really loved their smiling faces while dancing. All their innocent faces put a smile on my face. I felt like a toothless tiger looking at a whole flock of rabbits jumping around laughing. The tiger having done so many bad things in it's life, while the rabbits have nothing to hide. I've gotta start being more open on stage. Haha.


The IBTA Year 2 group was fantastic as well. Especially knowing that they had made the play themselves from scratch is mind-blowing. I loved what they had done with the costumes and how everybody was just so entrenched with their character. I loved the videos that had been put up and the 9  Indian blocks that contained different emotions. The whole play was just so surreal and lovely. I really loved the sounds and things that the different characters were saying. It really showed how art has such a big impact on this world. It's constantly turning into new things, being turned into things that have already been used yet renewed and so many other things. Like playdoh :D

Ahhh.. This was a fun blogpost to write. Thank you!

The Black Watch

"And it's over the mountains and over the main,

through Gibraltar through France and through Spain..."

I don't think that this is gonna be a deep blogpost, I can't really think of anything that i can say about this that's really all that deep. I love this play. That's probably how deep it's going to get for this. Seriously, I LOVE THIS PLAY. I LOVE IT.

How the play takes you from the battlefield to a pub, to historical speeches and even to the most boring of places at war, it was a joy ride. The sudden shells that would explode and gunshots that would be heard in the distance I thought were a little bit too much considering that some might have died of heart-attacks but still, it made that feeling of war that much more prominent within The Black Watch play. I went home to find the songs that these 'soldiers' had been singing on that day and I'm still listening to it... It's been about 3 weeks and it hasn't gotten the slightest bit boring. This play seriously is probably one that I'm going to cherish for a long, long time.

The play wasn't anything really all-too surrealistic in my eyes, I thought that it had more of a non-linear feel to it, and as you can probably tell, those two NOT being in the same play together is a hard thing to do. For example, the play was not too surrealistic with what it was doing as you could understand what was happening between the soldiers and what they were doing, yet since the play revolved around stories and memories from the battlefield, it seemed a bit non-linear with what the actual full 'story' of it all told us. Maybe this is just my brain acting up and being a bit koo-koo but this is what I felt.

I had several crying moments in this play. One that I could remember clearly was when the soldiers were fighting each other having the 'ten second' submission period. But what ran through my mind while they were fighting was that they only had each other out there. Why were they fighting? It wasn't something from the heart either, the hate, I mean, wasn't from the heart. If it was hate that fueled the soldiers to fight, they wouldn't have had to have the commander of the squad come into the vehicle and tell them to have the ten second fight outside. In the end the man ends his theory about all this with the reporter with the thought of why he was fighting for The Black Watch. It wasn't for the politics, and it wasn't for the country. Who the hell were they 'defending' their country from, when they themselves were the ones who were frikken invading? They weren't fighting for king and country, they were fighting for their buddies. Their friends. Their mates... All that was running through my head while they were all fighting each other was "stop it.. what are you guys doing? YOU ONLY HAVE EACH OTHER."
maybe this is something I'll understand when I'm in the army, if I'll ever go...


The Gulliver's travels play wasn't something all-too exciting. It was entertaining but it lacked that feeling of "wow that was amazing!" In other words, it didn't make me feel anything inside. They could have used a lot more lighting in my eyes, and the use of 4 people in that play was pretty intriguing yet it still lacked the feeling of authenticity within the characters, as the actors would use the same tempo in their line reading, and would sometimes use the same depth of voice. There really isn't much for me to say about the play, just that the fact that it could have been something much more, bigger...

A Burning Moment - The Last Days of Judas Iscariot

Bermuda of Lava

Restless sourness had filled the air. 

A dense vapor of Grey had formed in the room. 

The people’s eyes were glazed over while the grayness of it all consumed them.

In the grey, it was cold and not one wasn’t ablaze. 

The grey matter full of those who were linked soon took the shape of that of a triangle. 

The people would not scream, yet create the sounds of silence.

They shared the one thing in their beating hearts which connected with him. 

The grey soundless Bermuda, of sleeping beings in their burning sleep.

My List:
Workshops Attended:
Festivals Attended:
Plays Attended:
- Gulliver's Travels
- My Fair Lady
- The Black Watch
- Our Town
-The Pyjama Game

Plays Participated In:
- The Last Days of Judas Iscariot
- The Good Soul of Szechuan

Plays Read:
- Blue/Orange
- The Last Days of Judas Iscariot
- The Good Soul of Szechuan
- Antigone
- The Love of Two Oranges
- Mother Courage and her Children

- Mark Hill
- Andong Masked Theatre Dance

- Seoul Arts Festival

Production Work Done:
- Research
- Set Design

Styles of Theater Studied:
- Modernism
- Post-Modernism
- Suzuki
- Viewpoints
- Butoh
- Japanese Theatre
- Mask Theatre
- Commedia D'el Arte