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Basics
Here's my nth attempt at creating a decent blogging site. I've had so many old blogs, and they're all rotting in cyberspace with memories that I'd rather not return to, so I'm starting from scratch. AGAIN.
I'm Fam. I've been around Planet Earth for 16 years and counting, though people often think I'm a lot older than my actual age (for who knows why). I love the color red, dark chocolate, bananas and breezy, sunny days.
I love dancing, singing out of nowhere, taking pictures, going on long, leisurely walks, enjoying food, writing to my heart's content, drawing, painting and indulging in crazy-sensible conversations with crazy-sensible people.
My moods swing like a pendulum, and yes, I am one of those people who overreact, over-think, and overeat.
There's no better way to get to know me than to actually listen... and if you can, speak up.
Don't worry, I won't bite... except if your grammar and intentions are atrocious. ;)
I'm so upset I didn't get to watch Rent at RCBC when it still was. :( So now, I'm just listening to the songs from the film and musical on YouTube. Such is the life of she who lets opportunities pass. *sighs*
Here are the lyrics to the song I'm listening to as of the moment.
"No Day But Today" (from RENT)
The heart may freeze or it can burn The pain will ease if I can learn
There is no future There is no past Thank God this moment's not the last
There's only us There's only this Forget regret-- or life is yours to miss. No other road No other way No day but today
There's only yes Only tonight We must let go To know what is alright No other course No other way No day but today
I can't control My destiny I trust my soul My only hope is just to be
There's only now There's only here Give in to love Or live in fear No other path No other way No day but today
I'll openly admit that I am by no means a true-blue thespian (hell, I BS-ed my way to non-acceptance to the Ateneo Blue Repertory), in spite of being occasionally exposed to the world of theater.
However, I can understand why there are people who value that dimension to the point oftreating the art of theater as their oxygen, their survival.
The artistry in theater is uncanny, brimming with "art" in the finest sense of the word. It speaks about life in a way people don't typically experience it. Onstage, words are not just sounds intelligible to the mind, but instead are melodious streams of emotion and insight fused into one. The feet do not move to merely displace the body's location, but to speak the language of the soul when words cannot. The arms do not move to reach out to the material, but to touch the hearts of spectators with every motion, whether gentle or abrupt. The stage is not just a mere space for actors to entertain an audience; rather, it is a world that transforms imagination to reality, and illustrates life not as a replica of everyday living, but as what it would be like if it was lived out with art in its every conceivable form.
True, making life a work of art entails blood, sweat and tears. However, when the lights are turned on, when the music plays and the production begins, the hearts of the ignorant are whisked away for a moment, showing them that life is not as dreary as it usually is. Being able to touch the hearts of people by portraying for them an entirely new meaning of "existence" is, in my opinion, enough to make performing, with the labor and toil, a fulfillment to those who dare take on the challenge.
This is why every theatrical production never fails to astound me, even if my peers always squirm in their seats, sleeping while a play is ongoing. I'm prone to sinking into the magic that lies behind the curtains, and I am by no means ashamed of that.
However, I don't believe that the artistic perception of life is limited to the boundaries of an auditorium. So long as a person believes that there is a song in every sound, a dance in every step, and a poem in every word in this world, the magic will find its way to transcend the sets and make real life a beautiful experience. It sounds ridiculous and impractical at one end because life isn't always a pretty portrait of all things bright and beautiful, but life becomes all the more stressful because the perils of it are what we are made to dwell on. As the saying goes, "life is short, so make it sweet. The way life goes--how it can make us hurt inside and out--will never change. The least we can do to make things easier is to believe that there is hope in every tomorrow, and that hope will only be possible if we use the opportunities present in the present to make life better for ourselves and for everyone else around us... which brings me to the point of the song I posted in this entry.
The past is an irreversible "existence", and the future is unknown. These two realms of time are beyond our control. How the past turned out or how the future turn out, we can't rewind or fast-forward everything like a cassette tape. The only we can do to make the two more bearable for us is by pushing aside fear and disdain over what had been and what could be.
Probably life seems miserable for me because I let the misery pervade my system. It's not because I lack reflecting or I refuse to think things through. Contrary to what some people might think, I do think a lot about the things I go through. However, it's either I'm too vocal about everything I think about or I go about as if I haven't thought about my actions. Being outspoken, therefore, just makes me look impulsive.
