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soliloquy; ephemeral landings
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Posted on Saturday, 21 February 2015 @ Saturday, February 21, 2015
Flying back to Kuching in less than 5 hours and I'm getting that unsettling, nauseous feeling in my stomach again. This week back in KK has been nice even though I, unfortunately, haven't been meeting some people I initially planned on meeting. I am grateful nevertheless for the short moments and the hours-cut-short of meeting my friends who I haven't spent time with in months. We had a small (advanced) Chinese New Year's gathering at Alan's last Monday evening.
A lot of other people came to the gathering but we just didn't manage to get a group picture. Oh and we danced by the roadside to the neighbourhood's cars passing by and staring at us like we were a bunch of crazy, drunk people (we weren't). Twas a really good night, a real good one.
My family had this overnight trip to Manukan Island as well last Saturday-Sunday but maybe I'll post that up in the next entry hehe.
Wednesday night saw me going out at night for the very first time to chill around for a bit. So it was a impromptu plan, and John was like "Bah come Belle, I pick you up." and I asked "All the way from KK?!" (I was touched because I live at the end of the world and us being not quite adults and I don't know, having a friend who would pick you up at the far corners because you guys haven't spent time in a while is just very touching to me) and he said yes so I went and John probably had a (very) difficult time looking for my faraway home. But he came and:
So we went to join the rest and talked about life before going back to my place and talking about life again. Fireworks and fire crackers started coming to life at 12am and I spent my very first Chinese New Year Day With My Friends At 12am day. It was fun and though I wish we could've talked till the sun rose, they had to go back and get some rest for the next day.
I have to talk about Natagak Om Iumon though. It's this experimental theatrical play I went to watch last Sunday night featuring talented actors with a wonderfully written and produced storyline. I have a very sparse knowledge in the arts of theatre, but I enjoyed it thoroughly. I believe it to be written with elements touching the Tanduo invasion a couple of years back. However, the value of friendship the play portrayed struck me with the uttermost humour and strokes of genuine sadness. There were just so many scenes where I wish I would've just remembered to capture with a camera, but I was so drawn into the play it was hopeless to even dream of remembering to do that.
I would do no justice to the play by explaining it in my own words because I feel that it can only be felt and understood completely if you were there to sit and watch it. Amazing, that's what it was. It had pretty good values too, and I remember Hazli's (the writer and director of the play. Also, the Green Leaf Theatre House founder) speech at the end of the play saying (something I vaguely remember to be hearing):
"When things happen, we often find people and events to blame and point fingers at. But what good does that bring to us?"
It's true though. What good does pointing fingers bring than us searching deep inside the faults of ourselves to, bit by bit, make a change and repair (though not completely) the situation?
Rozella wrote up smashing soundtracks for the play too. Check her out on Instagram and other social medias:
photo credits to Pam and Tata
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