Monday, 23 April 2012

Errors Corrected!!!

And so I came, I saw and I laughed (barely???).  It's a comedy, wasn't it?  Laughter should be in the air.  Not sure of the production's reason/s for choosing this play out of the 30+ of the bard's works but I sort of figure out one reason.  It is his shortest farcical comedy, with numerous potential for slapstick jokes, intertwined with confusing identities (2 sets of twins on the same island).  Okay, maybe two reasons.  It happens within 24 hours (strict observation of the classical unities).  Conflict introduced, heightened and resolved in 1 day.  Unlike most Renaissance comedy, there's no grand wedding in the end. 

Simple and attractive
I am actually excited when I saw the invite to this staging, done by students from the faculty as stated in the brochure. I rambled on and on to my "plus one" that night of the play's potential, just to get her equally excited and interested.  Why shouldn't I be excited? It's Shakespeare. That's why. And what better way to start my first official review of a play other than a Shakespeare's play? As you can guess, I am overwhelmingly "teruja" (a Malay word which was overly used nowadays). And what is the verdict?

I'll start with the good points (Does this mean there's something bad as well? Keep on reading). I simply love the simple geometrical props. They are mobile, with wheels so that one shape could be transformed to numerous settings/items. A bit noisy but that is easily pardoned. Even IB has difficulty to rectify this.  And I simply LOOVEEE the costume. The idea to come up with costumes which are devoid of any specific culture and race is indeed a brilliant move. Of course, the usage of batik hinted of a certain cultural practice but it is still excellent.The segregation is only noticeable in gender. Female characters donned quite an elaborate attire, which is perfectly alright. The cheeky trick to wear mask on each other forehead instead of the face could either heighten/lessen its sole purpose (in accordance to Greek's culture).   Greek actors wore mask as a way to enhance the actor's facial expression in a play. With its massive stage and outrageous number of audience, mask wearing is an ideal solution for the Greeks. But to wear it on one's forehead??? I am sure Sophocles is turning furiously in his grave during the show. Another thing is that I have to explain to my "plus one" is the constant appearance of signage, attached to each actor's costume. You don't get it, don't you? If I could simply explain - ok, imagine this! Every actor has to raise, say an exclamation mark sign to stress excitement. If one is puzzled, a question mark sign will be raised. At one point, everyone is raising quite a handful of signage and we suddenly lost track of the story. We are practically laughing at the confused signage-raising moment (maybe that's intentional???)

Now let's talk about the acting. Or should I write anything at all about this? I won't cover everything here. I have to be sympathetic to the fact that not every one can act. But there's one important thing needed to be highlighted here. Shakespeare is sooo veryyy good with his soliloquies.  This particular dramatic nuance in his plays is one of the reasons he is labelled the GENIUS. To ignore the dramatic height in his soliloquies is the ultimate crime in any production. It has to be delivered with such passion and confidence so that the audience could totally relate to every word in it. Just read Hamlet's "To be or not to be". You'll be drawn to its intensity of questioning life over death with every single word in it. But sadly this production tend to forget that. Soliloquies were knackered and hammered as if the actors have no choice but to utter every word the way they have memorized it. What's the rush? The play runs for more than 2 hours... Of course not all is bad. The big fat cook's brief existence is remembered well. And you can never go wrong with a transvestite character. Put one in and the audience will totally ignore the bumps in the play.

So have I done justice to this first review? Let me just say this. I am totally impressed with the production's bold choice in staging a Shakespeare's play. Even I faced quite a resistance every time I asked my students to stage his plays. Kudos to to every crew and actor for this courageous effort. If you have managed to pull me out from my home on a Saturday night, leaving my kids at home to fend for themselves, consider your production a SUCCESS!!

So I'm a Tiger Mum...

Credit to my yours truly for buying me this (or is he trying to say something?)
Read reviews of Chua's book late last year.  The hoo-has was quite shocking.  The writer herself was not apologetic at all with what she has revealed, according to the review.  Am aware of Chinese way in raising kids but up to this point never really gave serious thought about it.  Began to take notice of this probably culturally-induced take in raising kid while accompanying my eldest to his chess competition in March this year.  Imagine seeing these parents who watched their kids like hawks, their foreheads wrinkled upon seeing the poor soul stuck in their move and would not hesitate to shout, pinch and reprimand the innocent child for not winning the round.  Thought about being extremely kiasu...and quietly grateful that I'm NOT like that.  But Chua's book proved me wrong.  Somehow without realizing (or maybe we are too scared to realize) I do behave in such a way which qualifies me as a Tiger Mum.  I wont' go in details here (it will require another posting for this sole purpose) but Chua's drive to be in charge is even extended to the Somayeds in the house and that part is indeed hilarious.  Mind you not everything in the book is funny.  For those not used to this extreme parenting style, prepare to be shocked!!!  So despite what negative comments bestowed upon this book, I congratulated Chua for being rightfully honest with hints of sarcasm in her work.  Will start looking for more book like this... So, not a bad choice for my reading list this year, right? Actually started with the Kinsella's collection but ...

Wednesday, 18 April 2012

My precious...

Am in the midst of capturing/compiling precious moments of these two.  Pictures are random but all must have both of them. Will try to search for pre-2008. Don't know why but suddenly touched to see how they have grown.  So this post chronicles their time together. Less words, more pictures (on the way).  With no specific motif, venues, setting, behaviour...just pictures of them in their 'moments' (according to my definition)
Something else caught her attention

Sweating moments...


My style is better

The hands...

Fireworks and all that stuff


Owwwhhh...rare kodak/nikon moment



















Bed surfing
Trying to be 'casual'...

Casual???

Tired faces...

Tuesday, 17 April 2012

Princess in da house!!!

My princess in one of those 'rare feminine' moments
"I would like to have a baby sister, Dr. I pity my mum because she has no girl in the house to play with.  There are already two boys in the house." This was the answer offered by my precious boy seven years ago when the doctor asked whether he wanted a baby sister or brother.  Partly because God truly wants us to be blessed with a princess and partly because of the brother's sincere wish for mum not to be alone, we are indeed grateful with her arrival.  So this is dedicated to my cheeky princess...Ayu Batrisyia Zamzuri

Monday, 16 April 2012

The journey

Where I sat when I temporarily lost the drive to write...

Where I chilled out after meeting the mentor...

Where I walked after being cooped up in the library since morning...

Where I hang out alone when I needed to be inspired...

Where I window shopped in order to let out steam...

Those who traveled the same road will understand why I posted these pictures. These places hold memories of how many hours I spent thinking, contemplating, calculating, evaluating, the reasons why did I do this? Who forced me to do this? What will I get from doing this? Is it a risk worth taking? Whether you do it here or oversea, these questions will haunt you at some check points in your journey.  You might or might not find the answers but the questions would certainly come knocking at your door. You don't have to be prepared but consider yourself warned. So if you really want to understand the phrase, "Been there, done that" then pack your bags and start the journey...

p/s: These pictures are courtesy from Atun's fb.   Never thought of taking pictures of these places in Manchester University while I was there doing my PhD but upon seeing these, a wave of nostalgic moments came back.  Thanks for bringing back those depressing but certainly cherished moments...

The kite has flown

Wait, it's my turn!!!
That is simply said.  No more words needed. I have flown the kite.  Never truly understand what's the fuss all about but it is indeed liberating.  A simple act of flying the kite... Should have gave in when kids pestered me to fly one before... Now as seen in picture...I hogged the kite. The wonderful feeling inside you when you see it flies...

Awesome view, awesome kite and awesome me!!!