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Saturday, June 04, 2005
Into The Woods
The prospect of sitting around on my bum for the next six weeks with no uni and no job, nothing to do aside from the weekly singing classes and weekly Friday morning rehearsals, going to the gym, reading and going out, has not set in yet. Rather, I am still caught up in the hustle of trying to finish (but of course, to finish one must start first, ahem) my last essay of the semester, getting mentally prepared for the last performance of the semester, and tying up loose ends on my unit enrolments and talking to a course advisor about it. When Monday morning finally hits, I shall feel the huge blanket of time settle itself over me, and then will I begin to grasp the concept. But in the meantime, a 1000-word critique on a previous performance based on Ovid's Metamorphoses awaits me in my lap, and Haruki Murakami takes a step back onto the bookshelf. The Parade script, sheet music and soundtrack sit anticipatingly on my desk, along with 'homework' on character.
I wish...
I wish...
I wish...
That I had a real role in a real production. And I was in on the loop on it all. Settling for less, I wish I had gotten a role in Student Theatre's The Rhinoceros, but I've still got a week to wish for that before I know for sure. Also, that I could just find out a bit more of the mysterious, yet mischievious Mr Mercury character who's so charming... and teasing. "Trouble trouble... I've heard about you..." What was that all about? Hmmm, we'll see. Isn't it true that we always crave for what we can't have, or don't have? And when we do get our hands on it, we start finding fault with it? Ah, the inconsistencies and fickleness of human nature. Sondheim told it well.
Agony!
Beyond power of speech,
When the one thing you want
Is the only thing out of your reach.
Agony!
Oh the torture they teach!
What's as intriguing-
Or half as fatiguing-
As what's out of reach?
Agony!
Misery!
Woe!
Though it's different for each.
Agony!
No frustration more keen,
When the one thing you want
Is a thing you've not even seen.
Agony!
Misery!
Woe!
Not to know what you miss.
What unmistakable agony!
Is the way always barred?
Meanwhile, I wish... you were here with me 
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