Thursday, December 20, 2007
the only state of flow i can envision myself in is myself being one with the bed. there is no spirit of communitas, and i can only afford certain amounts of framing in this particular performance i subjected myself to today: space - living room couch. time - infinite (okay, +- 6 hours, inclusive of watching mrs doubtfire. fair enough for a 2000 word essay);set time. object - laptop, richard schechner's 'bible of performance theory', notes, brain. value - it better be better than a freaking B, coz my life (okay, grades) depend on it, no thanks to the 3rd year medical curriculum.among others, the thing that makes this day just that teensy bit brighter given the intensity of the situation is the fact that this would be my last elective for the conceivable time being. and wow. i would be cast off the chains of examinations this time tommorow(actually sooner than that). woo bin hoo.i sound like a right bitch. but i think its the lack of sleep doing the talking. ehhe
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