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Beyond Expectations

Wednesday, 25 June 2003

i wish...


I wish...
I could cut my hands so I can't write nor type any messages to you, or touch you.
I wish
I cut off my ears so I don't have to hear wonderful things about you.
I wish
I was blind... so I can never see how beautiful you turn out to be everyday..
I wish
I cut my legs so I can never go anywhere near you...
I wish
I chopped of my toungue so I wont say any sweet words that hurts your ears or heart...
I wish
I have amnesia and totally forggotten the most lovely person I once met
I wish
My heart stops so it will stop aching.

Posted by film/psylac26 at 10:30 PM
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Sunday, 22 June 2003

Azreen's gathering

I went out from being stressed out, miserable and tied-down to being creative, content and free.



Thanx Azreen I had fun


Read More...

Posted by film/psylac26 at 11:42 PM
Updated: Sunday, 22 June 2003 11:43 PM
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Saturday, 21 June 2003

dedicated to all my friends

Posted by film/psylac26 at 1:04 PM
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Thursday, 19 June 2003

Pictures for my Graduation night
Graduation day,
Valedictorian gives
A speech with a smile

Big smile on faces,
A sign of tension released,
Also excitement

He or she then says,
On what we have been doing,
Congratulations.

Everybody claps,
Valedictorian tell,
The futures beauty?

But its? not for all,
Some will achieve, others won?t
It?s a risk of life.

As a memory,
Receive cert, shake hands, and pose,
Camera flashes.

Our last farewell,
To our friends and teachers
We?ll never forget.


Fairuz, Lenny, Esther, Me, Karina, Icha.


Fairuz and I


Lenny and I


Adriana and I


Zeph and I


Azreen and I


Azreen, me, Adriana and Zeph


My college life ends,
Goodbye lecuterers and friends,
A new life begins.



Posted by film/psylac26 at 8:19 PM
Updated: Thursday, 19 June 2003 8:47 PM
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I DREAM ---- dedicated to my cousin Mas Adit-------
Dear Mas Adit,
I can't change anything now. It's too late to see each other now and we can't even say goodbye. I know your in pain... and so are we. I know you are scared just like all of us. I know that you think all of your family tree is blaming on you... well I don't cause I think all of us play a role of being guilty nomatter how small or big it is. I know that whenever I'm gonna go back to Indonesia, it wont be the same for me.. for no one gives a true hug like yours and no one can talk to me as much as you do. When Im with you.. I feel connected. Your death penalty will affect me alot. I hope I'll be able to keep myself strong like how you always thought me too..

Love on yah..
Tari


I dream...
Never to be born,
So no one gets thorn,
And no one knows this moron..
Then, I'll never have a dark past,
Cause evethough time fly so fast,
Nothing beautiful have ever last.
So I was never forgiven...
They don't want things to be mend,
Never understood nor understand,
In my shoes that I stand..
If I were'nt label lame..
If I never had this name,
Then they will never be ashame
To call me a friend..
If I were a princess,
with beauty and fame,
I'm pretty sure to have a proud mom,
If I had a gun,
My brains will then get blown,
and my life becomes shorter,
and my sin lesser..
I dream for my last breath...
and my one way of death..

Posted by film/psylac26 at 11:23 PM
Updated: Thursday, 19 June 2003 11:00 PM
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Monday, 16 June 2003

The Submerge of The Actors Studio
I first entered this underground theatre, "Actors Studio" during my project for my theatre class. Since then, I fell inlove with the place. After I was done with classes, I decided to work here till I have consent from my parents to continue, Performing Arts/Theatre. I am one person who never like to read or listen to the news. If I did.. I would be making fun of every topic there was on air ot in the papers. This morning, I came late for work. I saw the road block and was very thankful to have a small car. I saw alot of people surrounding the parking lot and saw my workmates standing somewhere near the field. Parked at the road side.. I asked what were they doing there. And they said that the whole place is flooded and most of the things could not be saved. This shocked me like hell.. so here's



Outside of the entrance

The entarance of the Underground Plaza which leads to the theatre.


A better view of it. If you notice even the phone booth is mostly in the water. That means with my height of 5'3 I'll just drown in there.


This is the parking lot. It was said in the Star e-news that only 4 cars manage to get out from there. However, it wasnt any of the Actors Studio people. The theatre manager, Admin and one of the box office worker's car was still in there.


A route to go to the car park and Actors Studio.


from the press!!




To get more info on this you may browse at:
Three-hour downpour causes havoc in city

Dataran Merdeka basement submerged


Someone told me, the night of the coincidence, Joe only asked if any of his books were saved. Unfotunately none was except the ones that I quietly took with me. At the same night when they also had a private conference, Faridah and joe tried to still keep calm asthough nothing has happened.
This morning, after taking pictures, my workmates and I decided to go to the Actors Studio in Bangsar. There I met Faridah Merican. She tried her very best to stay strong and positive. She quickly told us what to do and whom to call. However, Joe wasn't around. He was probably to upset to even turn up. The curious press called up Bangsar to find out what the reaction Faridah would give.. And I listened to what she has to say.
1) The water is 6-7 feet deep.
2) May build a new theatre elsewhere for its a hastle to maintain an underground theatre though we did have good times here. I think I have said enough at the moment. I wanna go to sleep.

The Rashomon play will still go on. However, other plays which will be held in Dataran will be cancelled till futher notice.

One of my only memories left from the Underground Actors Studio Dataran

Posted by film/psylac26 at 2:41 PM
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