Thursday, August 18, 2011
Prince George's Park bungalow No. 15
This has been the place where I've spent nights in school to work on the costumes for Sangae. It's held a great sense of camaraderie, considering the amount of work that everyone has put in all for an interest for the production. Despite all the shitty-ness, I feel a sense of accomplishment in this production that I didn't for the previous. Thinking about it in a bigger scope, I like that I've been part of some thing that has had continuity for more than 2 decades and will for many more years. It's like I've put my mark on it, no matter how insignificant it may be.
A picture of the moon and a picture of me & Darsha. No matter how crappy the picture turns out, there's always this urge to capture how the moon looks on a clear night. It's so ethereal and otherworldly. (I have a weird fixation on the moon.)
One of the reasons I wanted to do Sangae again was because of the people I met in the last one. And true enough, this time round was no different.
I feel really mad whenever I think about it.
Labels: days that go by
Prince George's Park bungalow No. 15
A picture of the moon and a picture of me & Darsha. No matter how crappy the picture turns out, there's always this urge to capture how the moon looks on a clear night. It's so ethereal and otherworldly. (I have a weird fixation on the moon.)
