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Fuck studying [13 Jun 2009|04:52pm]
I talk to my grandfather. He inspires me to write. Like, we philosophize for hours.

Yesterday I asked him what happens to us after death.
He responded with a simple answer:
That's not the question you should be asking.
The question you should be asking is,
"Why are you asking the question?"

That got me thinking.
I used to be crazy against religion,
like to the point where I was fuck religion.
And I'd preach and preach.
Now I know that was wrong.

Not to say I'm suddenly a believer in religion,
because I'd LIKE to believe, but I just can't
bring myself to, but religion is something personal.
It shouldn't be our duty to take that away from people.

People can believe what they want to believe.
So there is no answer for my question.
Because chances are, I already know the answer.
Or rather, I need to find it for myself.
Because it's my choice.

Also in the concept of choice, I asked him what was holding society back.
The greatest thing about my grandfather is that he never answers the question directly.
He compared life to a river that needed to be crossed.
A bridge could not be built over this river.
But the objective was to reach the other side.
Most people would never approach the river.
They would stay on their own side.
They could not move forward.
However, the heroes would cross the river.
Not too hastily, for that would not be heroism, but blind stupidity.
But slowly.
For a hero took risks. To be a hero is to risk oneself, regardless of how much they hypothesize.
That's heroism.
To go against the norm.
To carve your path forward.
Some people wouldn't cross the river.
But that doesn't make them weak.
They make that conscious CHOICE.
They know the danger. And CHOOSE to not cross.
But they accept those who do cross.
However, the true weaklings are those who DO NOT CHOOSE.
They ignore the existence of the river altogether.
And they rot.

Cogs in the machine. :P

Conversations like this make me want to write.

Speaking of which....


Enter Alice, the play I wrote and directed, KILLED at districts and regionals. Since the last time I updated we participated in the SEARS drama festival. It was truly a cathartic experience and I learned so much about myself and others. A job well done to cast and crew.

And to the people we offended, we love you. :D

Gotta get back to playwrighting then.

I'll see you, Livejournal in like another 5 months.
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[08 Mar 2009|03:03pm]
Dear Livejournal,

Why have I stopped posting to you?


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The Friends Only post *dun dun dun* [14 Jan 2009|03:16pm]
[ mood | I just made my journal FO! ]

Okay my journal's Friends only (no crap), so here's some rules if you want to be added (why would you?)

Rules? There were rules here? You lie. You're a foul liar.

That's all, so just post here if you want me to friend you.

P.S. Thank you NING for the FO banner!

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8 Things [29 Dec 2008|11:21am]
8 Things from 7 catagories from '08

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[18 Nov 2008|11:13pm]
Wow. Just wow.


I didn't think nazis still existed. Fuck, this disgusts me. They believe in segregation and stand for the nazi party. It's sickening.

AND they're Holocaust deniers.

What awful people.
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Passchendale review/Remembrance Day [11 Nov 2008|06:55pm]
Don't DieCollapse )

Also, I found something really disturbing. When I was rehearsing after school, I came across several poppies that had been crumpled up on the ground. It was as if the people wearing them didn't believe in what they meant and they were only worn as a fashion accessory for the 11th hour. To be honest, it disgusted me.

But I guess that sums up our generation...fad in, fad out. But really, wouldn't it be better to not buy a poppy at all then just throw it on the ground? Respect people...have it.
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For my benefit [10 Sep 2008|04:34pm]
What good is sitting alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret

Put down your knitting, the book and the broom
Time for a holiday
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret

Come taste the wine
Come hear the band
Come blow your horn
start celebrating
right this way your table's waiting

No use permitting some prophet of doom
to wipe every smile away
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret

I used to have a girlfriend known as Elsie
with whom I shared four sordid rooms at Chelsea
She wasn't what you'd call a blushing flower
as a matter of fact she rented by the hour

When she died the neighbours came to snicker
"That's what comes of too much pills and liquor"

But when I saw her laid out like a queen
She was the happiest corpse I'd ever seen

I still remember Elsie to this day
I remember how she'd turn to me and say
What good is sitting alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a cabaret old chum
Come to the cabaret.

Put down your knitting, the book and the broom
time for a holiday
Life is a cabaret old chum
Come to the cabaret.

And as for me, As for me.
I made my mind up back in Chelsea
when I'm gone I'm going like Elsie.

So start admitting from cradle to tomb
isn't that long a stay
life is a cabaret old chum
only a cabaret old chum
and I love the Cabaret!

Nazis, gays and gorillas, OH MY!
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30 questions [04 Sep 2008|05:47pm]
1. There are 30 questions.
2. Next to each number, write only the name of the person who fits.
3. Answer one question with one name. I cheat.
4. Don't tell the questions to anyone who isn't doing the meme.

1. funky_hat
2. squishyorb
3. No one.
4. Molly
5. sparkle_heaven
6. Holly
7. plum_newtype
8. plum_newtype
9. I can't hold a conversation. :P
10. Pauline
11. magiclucywink Although I'm not sure love is the right word.
12. jellobag I took a pen and closed my eyes...
13. Kelsey
14. 0_oanimefreak
15. loser_anda_user
16. enaranie
17. magiclucywink
18. Mr. Minor
19. enaranie
20. funky_hat
21. 0_oanimefreak
22. squishyorb, funky_hat, magiclucywink Hell, anyone of the female persuasion.
23. Fletcher.
24. [Bad username: funky_hat>]
28. Thomas...as sailor moon.
29. I can't hold a conversation. Wouldn't work out. :P
30. Albatross! Albatross!
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Summer checklist [29 Aug 2008|07:06pm]
Well, the summer's almost over and I really got very little accomplished. So let's see what happened/I accomplished.


[ ] Get Eclipse finished. I have a better chance of becoming the president of the US. Buut, I restarted. I'm doing it with a new narrative voice now, which means...rewriting the whole thing!

[x] Finish my play and get a full working draft. I'm extremely happy about this. It's still good for improvement, but I fully mapped the whole thing out. Now all I need is minor tweaking.

[x] See Les Miserables Enjoras is the angriest captain ever!

[x] Make a Seven Year old cry No comment.

[x] Be a useless volunteer. Yeah....I really needed to get a summer job and I blew it.

[x] Have Prizefighter bashed by someone I'll never see again. That guy is my HERO!

[x] See Breaking Dawn Fail Take that Stephanie Meyer! This is what happens when you steal a name from me!

[x] Get into shape I know what you're thinking: OMGWTFBBQ. I'm not as rotund!

[x] Finish Death Note

[ ] Tales of Vesperia released on PS3 I'm so jealous. WHY? WHY?

[x] See and Like the Dark Knight

[x] See and Like Tropic Thunder

[ ] Enjoy Stratford I dunno if it's SEARS, but Stratford disappointed me this year. With an average Hamlet and a subpar Cabaret, I can only anticipate West Side next year...hopefully.

[x] Get my G1 (barely)

[ ] Have a fulfilling summer. My god, I screwed it up!
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This will be a review sooner or later [03 Aug 2008|01:35pm]
Cabaret at Stratford? Yeah: It sucks.

Full review coming as soon as I get off my lazy ass
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The Dark Knight Review [28 Jul 2008|12:04pm]
So, there's this movie called the Dark Knight out in theatres. I'm not sure if you've heard about it. Wanna know how I got these scars? My father was....a drinker. And a fiend. And one night he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn't like that. Not. One. Bit. So, me watching, he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. Turns to me and he says Collapse )

I hope you're happy, Ning.
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Meme [05 Jul 2008|12:31pm]
I will write a drabble for the first five commenters to request one. In return, they have to post this in their journal (if they want to). You may request the character and/or the pair for the following fandoms: Heroes, Death Note, Kingdom Hearts, GTO, BECK, Elfen Lied (the anime), FFX, FFXII, The World Ends with You, Fire Emblem, Naruto, Tales of the Abyss, Folklore, Harry Potter, Sweeney Todd, Anything Pixar (minus Cars), Les Miserables, Bioshock

I'm really rusty, so hopefully this will go well.
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Wall-E review [01 Jul 2008|09:01pm]
Ugh. In which I bitch and moan.Collapse )
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Indiana Jones Review [25 May 2008|08:17pm]
Meh. Spoilers anyone?Collapse )
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A link for you all: Possibly the most offensive site in the world [13 May 2008|09:33pm]

.....I think this is either a great satire, or just an idiot.

Be sure to read the disclaimer at the end. It's AWESOME.
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Therapy [27 Apr 2008|05:42pm]
F: Hey, Aaron, you should consider directing for SEARS,
A: Actually, I'd like to act.
F: The chances of a Grade Ten making SEARS is highly unlikely. I mean, you'll have a better shot next year, but you should really apply.

The BIG RED Miller book of Miller. Memory of Two Mondays. Submission. Fear. Excitement. Drama Club: 2 hours later. The first lunch meeting.

"I'm way over my head with this SEARS thing. Seriously, I'm out of my league. I have no idea how to direct and I'm too intimidated/timid to actually try. In short I'm a mental wreck at this point. I mean, I want to continue with this and this is only the first practice, but I'm so out of the loop and I don't understand anything. I mean, it's not like I'm trying to create an image for myself out there, but no matter how many times people explain it to me I still don't get it. Like, at the production meetings I feel so...out of the loop. But it's not the people though, it's all just me. I'm just not ready for this."

Oh my god, what the fuck am I doing?

Nothing ever is. Angels and Ministers/Saints of Grace Defend Us. Vin-Vinnie? What? Who? What? See Spot. See Spot Run. Fear. The shit talk. The weakest link. Home packed dinners (for the lucky). Laugh Track = Shattered Plastic. VOLUME. The Ostrich and the Rhino. Do the powerskank! Dan, are you biting an apple? Itchy ass. Let's do it one more time! Samosa run. Kelsey and Sehar, you owe me 60 cents apiece. Fear. Terror. Fletch.

Your worst run. 4 days. Tech. Jackson. The lobby board D:. (THREE EYES!) The toast. Your best run. Foreign policies. Awards. Holy shit fuck. Win.

Cloud Nine. Fish Bowl. Last rehearsal. Shit on the ground. Shifty elevator. Walking up and down stairs. Calorie Counter. Walking to Shoppers and Back with lots of water. Dungenous Mall. Williams Love. Holly, you owe me a bento. The Toast. The Show.

Bankroff. Phyllis. Rent.

Educational lectures in Winners. Epic Safari Ride. Don't forget: this is a small tree. You're not allowed to sit on the ground. This is a family mall. Amazing Transitions. Crew bow. Wendel onstage. IT'S A LEPRECHAUN! I lost. Nasty soup. Wine Gums.

Still Alive. Bro. Nasty Slab of meat. Awards.


It's been one hell of a ride.

Holly, you still owe me lunch...somewhere.
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Meme of all things [08 Apr 2008|03:55pm]
Tagged by squishyorb

Once you have been tagged, you have to write a blog with 10 random things, facts, goals, or habits about yourself. At the end, choose 10 people to be tagged, listing their names & why you chose them. Don't forget to leave them a comment (you're it!) and to read your blog for instructions. You can't tag a person who has tagged you. Since you can't re-tag me, let me know when you've posted your blog so I can read the answers!

10. I still pick my nose...and I occasionally still eat the boogers. I don't know why. They taste gross..but I can't help myself. D:

9. I can never really hate someone for so long without feeling bad later. This has always been true with me. Then I start thinking about why I hate them and I realize that it's a really stupid reason.

8. I enjoy thunderstorms, but only if I'm indoors. It makes me sleep better.

7. I'm only quiet in drama class because it brings attention away from me. It's all a trick so people don't expect me to do well in the class. That's why I'm so distant to everyone. I bide my time and wait for the right moment. It also gives me GREAT marks!

6. Looking back on my anime addiction, most of it is garbage. It's creepy. I never thought I'd say this, but I prefer interpretive manga and anime now than anything else. The majority of it is garbage. I guess it's my long exposure to it.

5. I'm a gossip whore. Enough said.

4. I'm also an attention whore. I need to work on that. I mean, I'm not outgoing or anything, but I am an attention whore.

3. All the friends (including myself) that I sit with at lunch are kinda odd. We have a guy who formerly bit people to express himself, another guy who thinks his karate can kick anyone's ass, a crazy right winger (Like HOLY SHIT, right winger), An Asian trying to be an actor and a writer, a person who lies through his teeth and has an unusually high opinion of himself, a person who has given his soul over to technology and thinks that the world will end in 2012 and also thinks that books are useless and a crazy, insane, pot smoking nutcase. Our lunch time gang kicks ass!

2. I've never really gotten along with anyone who's really, really popular. I mean, even if they're a nice person, a part of me dislikes them for some reason or another. Jealousy perhaps?

1. My life is a novel. You know what that means.
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SEARS status [06 Apr 2008|12:06am]
[ mood | excited ]

We did it, we really did. We made it to regionals.

I'm in a mere matter of weeks, we cast, directed and polished Simon Grant's "The Prizefighter." We stayed at the school late at night, sometimes never seeing the sun. We at lunch and dinner there and practically lived in that auditorium. Some of our marks fell and sometimes teachers didn't like this devotion. But we remained. There were no quitters among us. We endured. But most importantly, we changed. Throughout the hardships and the rehearsals, the cast and crew of the Prizefighter was so devoted to their craft that they blocked out all else. We became tight, but we developed.

I remember the first read through. Everyone was really nervous and some of us couldn't even read our lines correctly. Molly shouted out all of the stage directions in her usual loud voice. As the read through ended and we hurried home to create our prompt books, I'll admit I was intimidated. What had I signed up for?

But everyone did change. The voices during the read through developed over time as we practiced throughout the long nights, some that seemed like they'd never end. Remember the fear that hit everyone when Fletcher arrived? Or the shouting run in the hallway? Or just Blair being creepy and spying on underaged girls? Good times and lots of memories and cats. Kitty cats. Meow.

Actors and people. You guys are the fucking best sauce in the whole fucking world. It was a joy to work with you guys and you're all so talented. Plus, it does take some talent to listen to a fat Asian for a bit when Mike wasn't hollering at you. When you guys performed on Friday, I was completely blown away. It was tight and I can say honestly that I felt like I was watching something completely different from two, no even one week ago. You guys are awesome. I'd bake you all cookies, but I already did that. :D

Crew. I still don't understand tech, which is probably a bad thing at this point. But from what I saw and heard you guys were efficient and made of YAY. When I first saw those gloves, I was made of happy. And when I saw the fight, I was made of more happy. Happy all around. No wonder you guys were so awesome. The Award says everything I can't. Hurrah!

And finally Mike. Mentor-man. Being your suck up was pretty fun, I'll admit. Do you recall the hours we spent after Drama Club talking about if I somehow ended up directing something? How bizarre that it turned out this way. I don't want to sound mushy, but you've taught me so much and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Your schedule and your immaculate writing still terrify me though.

I was nervous throughout all of Friday, but when we raised out "champagne" shots in the air...there seemed to be a sense of unity. We were together in this and regardless if we made regionals or not, we were going to put on a damn fine show. We'd go down fighting. Then I walked back and sat down in the house. The play started and you guys rocked the house.

How do I know this? Someone who's been doubting the play this entire time turned to me after the first scene and said that it was awesome. You guys all blow my mind (I wonder if I can put a 'That's what she said there?')

I thank you all for this. You're all fucking fantastic.

But this isn't the end. It's only the end of act one. We still have more rehearsals to go through, now don't we?

I'm looking forward to seeing this through.


Kelsey, you still owe me 60 cents.

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The Past Week in Review [21 Feb 2008|07:40pm]
Geez, I need to make long entries again!Collapse )
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Oh, no, emo time. [04 Feb 2008|10:15pm]
[ mood | crushed ]

I'm way over my head with this SEARS thing. Seriously, I'm out of my league. I have no idea how to direct and I'm too intimidated/timid to actually try. In short I'm a mental wreck at this point. I mean, I want to continue with this and this is only the first practice, but I'm so out of the loop and I don't understand anything. I mean, it's not like I'm trying to create an image for myself out there, but no matter how many times people explain it to me I still don't get it. Like, at the production meetings I feel so...out of the loop. But it's not the people though, it's all just me. I'm just not ready for this.

I mean, it's just the first practice, so I'll see how things go, but I just don't want to let people down and I don't want this experience to be a waste of my time. I want to be useful, but I'm too passive.

Eventually, I want to go into the business, but if I'm this passive it'll never happen. But that's just the thing. It's scary. I don't feel...right directing people older than me - people who have more experience on the stage and probably know more about directing then I ever will. I mean, Fletcher told me that this is the place where I would get experience directing, but there must be another way. I'm so glad I wasn't picked as main director, otherwise SEARS would be a sinking ship.

I just have to be more assertive. I can't let everyone down, let alone myself.

In other news, 93% average, with a 97% in Drama. :D

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