Monday, January 22, 2007

One epic chapter closes

I just can't get away from that whole "one chapter closes" thing. Anyway I love books so who cares.


What can I say that hasn't already been eloquently said? I fear my words will fail me here as attempt to submit a snippet of my thoughts, emotions and experiences into the ether. I am both joyously ecstatic and deeply sad at the same time. It is the joy of growth, that of my soul cheering for my living up to its highest expectations, surpassing them. A large step on my path to manhood; a renewed, enhanced sense of self-respect; a reaffirmation of my strength, integrity, dignity.

Yet it is the deep deep pain of heartbreak, of breaking a heart; of letting go a profound love; of abandoning a content way of life. It is the severance of years of emotional attachment, as every little thing - an object, a song, a picture, a word - evokes an impression of something that will not come to be again. Pure sorrow, overwhelming the senses; a fleeting despair.


But I am glad for it. I am glad that I can shed tears, that I can feel that heart-wrenching hurt, that mind-numbing emotion when I think of it. A not-so-gentle reminder of my humanity that I would do well never to forget. Three and a half years, in which the relationship has contributed greatly to making me who I am today. Mature beyond my years, combining with a youthful arrogance making me just about unbearable; further up the path of being a 'superior man' - someone I can respect, take pride in, trust, believe; someone who has discovered his innate abilities and is building upon them, allowing his suppressed creativity to roam and take flight; someone who can accept his superficiality and capitalise on it, see his shortcomings and embrace them, be who he is and not care.

Yes, it is the difficult sacrifice of the now for the betterment of the future. That we are taking this so well, handling it with such maturity brings a bittersweet smile to my lips and warm tightness to my heart. It is such sublime beauty that we entered the relationship on the basis of the today, disregarding the yesterday and the tomorrow; and we end it on the basis that the now must give way to the future.


Babe, thank you. For the past 3.5 years. I hope that they made as big a difference to you as they did to me.

But more importantly, thank you for being you.




I look forward to the day we can look back at these days with a big nostalgic laugh, as good friends.

Sunday, January 07, 2007

Enter 2007

2006 just ended with a blast for me. Chilling at M's, with abundant food, ample drinks and awesome company; apexing with several rounds of Lupus in Tabula. Now THAT is one bitch-ass of a game! My only regret right now is that not enough pictures were taken. But cameras were the last thing on any of our minds as we pitted our whole beings in a battle of Villagers vs Werewolves - with a variety of weapons such as perception, observation, empathy, sheer gut-feel, intuition, body language, persuasion and a whole nother host of emotional intelligence shit that would make Daniel Goleman feel warm and fuzzy all over. Enjoyed ourselves so much that I'm hosting another session soon. Drop me a line if you're interested!

So what's up for Johann in 2007? I recently told someone that it'd be "a big step on my journey to financial independence, a big step in my acting career, a journey into my roots and further discovery of my voice." Yes that's lovely sir, but what does it mean?


Financial independence

Anyone born in Malaysia (or any Asian country, probably) begins their adult life with a substantial debt to their parents. The more well-off the family is, the larger this debt usually is. Everyone pays it back some way or another - sometimes financial, sometimes by sheer weight of life achievements; very commonly by 'taking care' of the parents in their older years. My biggest heartache here is that with my Dad, it's "be happy with your life and make it have worth" while with my Mum it's "all of the above and more, but I'm not telling you what that more is". But that's another story for another time.

I've recently taken a massive turn in my life by deciding that I want to act 'full-time', ie be an actor. All well and good, except that when you start out it really doesn't earn much. Why not "do acting part-time while you have a normal full-time job like other people"? I believe that one cannot consistently do both and perform well at both in a truly fulfilling way. If you know of anyone who breaks this belief of mine, please send him/her my way. 'Normal jobs' in Malaysia are unfortunately massive time-suckers. Acting requires a massive time commitment. We humans are endowed with a daily 24 hours, of which about a third is required for sleeping. Thus and therefore, I don't have the time to earn decent money and actually do decent acting at any regular basis.

So what could make sense for me, such that I could somehow still earn money and yet devote the necessary (and volatile) time to my passion? In a word, Agel. I'll do a monthly update here and see how it goes.


Acting

My 1st half of the year is comfortably lined up. Ah Steve for 3 weeks after Chinese New Year (18th Feb this year, my dear fellow bananas); Jarum Halus, which is shooting in April - more on this in Feb once the ball has really started rolling; Philadelphia, Here I Come in end May. I will, of course, audition for Tunku once it happens. Thence my interest in further developing my voice. Something else I'd like to do this year is convert Dear Indonesia for a stand-up skit for the next Free Flow or it's equivalent. So I need to find stuff to do over the 2nd half of this year. Any info is much appreciated!

Someone recently asked me where I see myself in 3 years. That is a damned good question. Something I'll have to think about.


Seeking roots

No, not Mandrake. If you get that, and you understand what I mean about searching a particular spot at midnight (or was it 2am) near Yew for more, drop me a line and we'll rave together about the best RPG ever. I'm referring to the Cina within. For some unknown (to me now) reason, I've always objected to studying Mandarin. I'm intending to admit defeat and take it up, and even to successfully pass it off in Singapore. It IS one way of becoming a superstar in the Chinese market, after all. Anyone know of any good Mandarin teacher adept with bananas, please tell me. Anyone know of any hot female teacher adept with bananas, PLEASE tell me.


The voice within

I have to take up singing. I love it, and why not? I have the strength, I have a decent range, and I have had the exposure of BB - it'd be such a waste not to develop it and take it further. And, as mentioned above, I'm going to audition for Tunku - I want a shot at a lead role.


Tender

As in the verb, not the adjective. I've been given 2 especially unusual gifts for my birthday that has quite surprised me. One is a plant, and one is a fish. Now the plant is a damn cute idea - I think you're meant to hang it off your phone (no flashing lights or Hello Kitties, no fear). Yes, it's tiny, and in a case. Unfortunately, mine appears to be in a sorry state. My fault. Sorry Nick. I'm keeping an eye on it for the next week or so, and if it's still this sorry then... dunno, I'll get another?

The other's a fish. A Siamese fighting fish, or betta splendens. I like. Been thinking of a name for it, something suitably fishy, something apt for a fighting fish. Any suggestions?


The writer within

Something else that seems to be taking off this year is writing. I've had the great fortune of meeting some editors recently, let's see where that goes. I love it, might as well get paid for it right?


Theatre

Been quite happening with the sitting down side of theatre. A great big thanks to Faridah who invited us (the Ah Steve crew) to 2 shows.

Betrayal was absolutely fantastic. Tight, gritty, tense. Great actors, simple set, fantastic plot. Dark, sad and smoky - 2 of the 3 leads effectively chain-smoked. Must see. Lessons learned:
1) PROJECTION. So damn important. As an actor, if you can't be heard YOU ARE SCREWED.
2) SMOKING. As an ex-smoker, I watched them smoke (it gets easier in time, trust me) and noticed that even (especially?) for something as habitual as smoking, you have to plan as an actor. It's the on-stage paradox - it's gotta be planned, it's gotta make sense, AND it's gotta be natural. The length of intake, the time of inhale, the kind of exhale, the holding of the stick - all needs to be thought of. Why I bring this up is that when I first saw the 2 smokers, their first cigarettes seemed to be that of on-stage nervousness than any character emotion. There was also a moment where I thought the timing of the decision to intake was a bit off - you've got a line there, mate.
3) BELIEF. That's where the sheer beauty of this play lay - in the belief the actors had in their characters and their situations. We got it that it was really happening to them, so all the emotions and the words became even more effective.

Breakfast Club was, unfortunately, fundamentally flawed. I was excited about it initially, upon hearing about it. A play based on the definitive 80's teenage coming-of-age movie? Awesome-nation! However, the premise was not 'based on' or 'adapted from' - it was 'directly extracted off' the movie, which means a lot of confusion over where they were, where they were going, whether they were visible to each other or not. The direction was horrendous, and he cannot act. I feel sorry for the actors whom I worked with before, I hope they manage to take something useful away from this experience besides how not to do a play and how not to direct. Better luck next time guys. Lesson learned:
1) BE CHOOSY OF WHO YOU WORK WITH.

Fundamentally Happy is an interesting Singaporean play with just 2 actors. Interesting because it deals with paedophilia, a rather taboo subject here. The play tackles it from various angles, and does end up making it quite confusing - which may be the intention. I recommend it based on the sheer strength of the actors - they did such a magnificent job that I felt truly drawn into their world - the emotional turmoil, the confusion, the loss of faith, the joy and the pain. I didn't think to watch it initially because their synopsis / blurb was so utterly boring I feared the worst. "Man comes back after many years away and finds old neighbour, and they share the stories of their lives." Bloody yay. Only the last line piqued my interest with, "this play explores the subject of paedophilia". I enjoyed it, wonderful performances from the actors. Lesson learned:
1) ENERGY. It constantly has to be created and directed, every single moment on the stage. It's a toughie to describe, directors usually have a hard time describing it to their actors. It's usually a very internal thing - creating an emotion and communicating it.
2) PROJECTION. These guys made themselves so damn easy and clear to hear. You'd only miss words if you weren't paying attention or didn't quite understand their slang / Malay. Wonderful to not need to strain.


Doppelganger update

His multi-variegated interests are explained.


Indonesia's gift

Other people express themselves about Indonesia's annual gift to Malaysia.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Okiku - A Tragedy Retold

The year is 1682. The land known as Japan has been united by the Tokugawa Shogunate, destined to rule the islands for two centuries. Serving the ruling shogun Tokugawa Tsunayoshi, is Lord Aoyama Tessan, the most trusted of all the shogun samurai.

A priceless treasure of the shogun is ten bejewelled porcelain plates, placed in the care of the Aoyama household, a household that finds itself fascinated with its new servant, a young girl named Okiku. A series of events then leads to the mysterious disappearance of one of the plates, escalating the strained tensions and relationships in the Aoyama household to a tragic climax.

Supported by: Japan Foundation, Kuala Lumpur

Scriptwriter: Sam Yuen

Co-Directors: Fang Chyi and Kimmy Kiew

Dramaturg: Lim How Ngean

Executive Producer: Jimmy Ong

Producer: Yuen Kin Seng

Cast: Ben Tan, Corienne Adrienne, Janice Yap and Louisa Chong

Hideo Nakata shocked the whole of Japan with his 1998 film, Ringu. Then in 2002, Hollywood director Gore Verbinski remade the film, calling it The Ring. Chilling, gore-free and totally psychological, the film left its viewers cowering in fear from their TV sets. Far from being an original creation, the mysterious character that crawls out from the well, Yamamura Sadako (or Samara in Verbinski's film), is in fact based on a very traditional Japanese character from their folklore - Okiku.

tourniquet PRODUCTIONS will be staging its own version of this well-known story, bringing to life a piece of Japanese folklore that has heavily influenced much of today's contemporary J-Horror films.

Venue: Kuala Lumpur Performing Arts Centre (KLPac), Pentas 2
Dates: 19 January - 28 January 2007
Time: Evening Performances: 8.30pm; Matinee: 3.00pm
Tickets: Evening Performances: RM42 & RM32 (students & sr. citizens); Matinee: RM35 & RM25 (students & sr. citizens)

Tickets can be purchased at KLPac box office or from tourniquet PRODUCTIONS. Please call (03)4047 9000 / (016)613 5325 or email tickets@tourniquet.com.my for details and purchase.