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Monday, December 28, 2009 3:11 AM

Round One...
Fight!

I hope I don't lose this round. It is still simmering; a big pot of broth in the making. I hope everything becomes alright. I hope I don't have to explode to make things warm.


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Saturday, December 12, 2009 1:20 AM

Procenium - A Triplebill is meant for people who have ever found the time to ponder on some of life's quintessential questions: How intimate can actors get onstage? How do university students amuse themselves in their free time? What exactly is a stage?

Find the answers to these questions and more at Proscenium! It consists of three original plays: prepare to see actors run amok in Round the Burning Fire, get ready to fall in love again with How to Talk to Girls at Coffee Places and brace yourself for irreverent ponderings about the art of theatre in This is a Stage.

They say every time you laugh, you add 14 minutes to your life. Well, we guarantee you a whole month.

Proscenium will be staged on 8th, 9th and 10th January 2010, at the Play Den, The Arts House.

Tickets are priced at $22 (incl. GST and ticketing charge) and can be bought via any one of three channels:


Directly from the Arts House at 1 Old Parliament Lane, if you feel a little exercise. Call 6332-6919 or visit www.theartshouse.com/tickets.html for more details.
Through us by emailing proscenium.production@gmail.com. Please provide your name, contact details and ticket order in your email.
Through us by leaving a comment anywhere on this blog. We promise to scour for your order through the multitudes of comments that we will be receiving. Right.


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Saturday, December 05, 2009 9:04 AM

Have I ever mentioned that I will name my son Godot? It will be so funny when my wife is pregnant and we walk around telling everyone we are waiting for Godot. Oh my goodness, my brain really does amaze me sometimes.


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Thursday, November 26, 2009 3:26 AM

Christmas is coming. Christmas is coming. Christmas is coming. Hurray! I simply can't wait for it.


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Sunday, October 25, 2009 3:16 AM

If you think this is forgotten, it isn't. It's just, I'm busy - ier.


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Saturday, September 26, 2009 11:12 AM

Take the first two letters of Hate and Love and put them together. You get Halo. Feelings make you holy.


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This was something I wrote when I was half conscious.

I still remember what happens when it rains. Mummy would come to me with this small tight raincoat and rubber boots and force me to wear them. Then she would hold my hand and we’ll walk home; me in my blue raincoat and her under the umbrella. I remember how I used to hate it when it rains. I mean firstly, the raincoat was really uncomfortable. It was tight and I could not really button up my raincoat properly. They did not cover my hand fully. They went to my knees only. And most importantly, Mummy had the umbrella and whenever I held her hands, the rain from the umbrella would always drip onto my hands. It irritated me. So whenever it rained, I would pretend I had extra lessons after school and made Mummy wait. Mummy never complained or said a word because I think she knew I hated it. But making Mummy stand there in the rain waiting for me was kind of a mean and inconsiderate thing to do. Sometimes I wonder whether Mummy hated me for doing that. I mean, there she is standing in the rain under her umbrella while I am under my sheltered building pretending to be studying. But umbrellas are for adults. That was what Mummy always said.


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Friday, September 25, 2009 10:56 AM

I need to do Drama.I am really missing it.


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