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Monday, 14 May 2012

  • Always the juggler. Its all very well to be a Jack of All Trades but a Master of none.

    Let you command me some respect. You're allowed a certain amount of "breaking down"- but not consistently and all the time. Theatre is an industry full of the stress of running full-length shows and this, you should know. What else do you have, that I have not had? What juggler might you be whose skills I lack?

    -Annoyance-

    I will be glad when this week is over and my first show is too.

Sunday, 13 May 2012

  • MD, 2012

    Happy Mothers Day, Mum.

    We've had our ups and downs, you and I. Even towards the days before the big move. I think about you every day, here. A Whatsapp message from you always brightens my day.

    I like to think that I've come to understand you more. Your love language is acts of service. You've sacrificed so much for us, me to live the life I'm living now. Only now, that I'm away, do I miss you more than I have ever missed you in my life.

    My pillar of strength and teacher of all that is kind, gentle and good.

    I love you.

Thursday, 10 May 2012

  • Do not fool yourself for a minute that I was any less strong than I showed. Do not fool yourself for a minute that that is what I am. I took what you gave me, nothing less and nothing more. I may be younger than you but you still can't see the truths that I see.

    Money and alcohol will not buy your happiness for long.

    But you know, whatever you need to tell yourself to get up in the morning.

     

Wednesday, 09 May 2012

  • This is the first show I'm doing: its part of a post-graduate production that features for plays. We're the first place, performing The Stronger by August Strindberg.Its been a very busy few weeks ever since the break ended. I have rehearsals almost everyday now. Assassins week is here and I've worn some pretty interesting outfits to uni. But that's another post.

    Everyday, I get a little bit closer to understanding the move and how its affected me. Everyday, with rehearsal.

    While researching for an English essay on Andrew Bovell's Speaking In Tongues, I found something he said.

    "And nobody knows me here. And somehow in the anonymity of that it feels like I can take some risks. And I have an appetite... for theatre, for art, for ideas and I can find all of those things in Australia of course but I'm hungry for the unfamiliar... to meet unfamiliar people, to walk down unfamiliar streets, to comprehend unfamiliar ideas."

    Fia asked me to do a one-woman show with him next February. That involves writing and developing such a daunting task. Opportunity.

    Its good to know where I'm going. I want to do this. I have just so much to say.

     

     

Friday, 04 May 2012

  • Its Friday night again and a nice one it has been. All I wish for is my best friend so that we may drink wine by my window to the chillest music and talk about whatever we talk about.

    I miss you a lot, Freeds. No one understands me like you do. There is not a day that goes by where I don't feel about you in some way. Moving here has just made me realise how much one half of me you are.

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  • Amanda Grace Leo. 19. I think and talk a lot. Surely all thoughts whether spoken or unspoken go somewhere. Well, that somewhere is here.

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