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Monday, September 25, 2006

There's something unique about the time just before exams. There's an odd mixture of resignation and denial in the air. It doesn't feel like the exams are coming. It feels more like they're never going to happen. Self-defense mechanism, maybe?

It's too late to do anything anymore. Sure, we can mug our brains out in these last seven days, but it won't really accomplish much. Sad, really.


Exeunt Charlatan 5:22 PM



Friday, September 08, 2006

I'm going to start regular blogging, even if it kills me.

Ok. Think.

Hmm.. Ok.

First, complaints.

DAMN AND BLAST WHY AM I NOT MUGGING LIKE A GOOD LITTLE IB STUDENT.

I could go on and on about this. I understand I need to mug, but still, I just don't do it. Which is disturbing. Verily

Ahem.Moving on.


*plot twist*
Thursday night was interesting. After attending the first part of the Cambodia OEP gathering, i skedaddled to DBS Arts Centre with fellow drama member Becca, to fullfill our duty to the CCA. Met up with Jordan,Roobs and Kia Hua. We were there for the ACJC drama event, Inventio, of which i know nothing about, before the night, save it was a drama event and was related to ACJC, which means that it would be naturally good. It was, to an extent. The plays put up were decidedly abstract and post-modern. They dealed with themes. I don't trust themes, esspecially if you can get them at first glance, because that generally means that the theme was thought up before the story. Which is against most of my principles. No offence to anyone, thouugh. The the first play, concerning loneliness, was good, so was Box, and A Very Serious Play, which was at the end. They've got some damn good actors over there. Not to mention lights crew. Mad props to them.

I'm sorry i couldn't provide a better review of the cocern, but my usual tools of recording have been stripped from me. And my memory sucks badily. Like.... So badly i can't.. hmm.. what was i talking- DOH!!

*plot twist*

Sigh. I'm cheap thrills these days in terms of humor.


Exeunt Charlatan 3:39 PM



Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Today,the man we know and love as the highly caffeined crocodile hunter, AKA Steve Irwin died. The internet tells me he died doing what he loved, and that was the way he would have wanted to go, which is probably true. Its such a pity that he had to die so young. 44! Its ridiculous! He's wrestled crocodiles into submission. He could have run for office, and he would have won. With his passing, the world is a slightly less interesting place. He will be missed, even by those who barely know him.

See you later, alligator.


Exeunt Charlatan 12:18 AM



Saturday, September 02, 2006

Once of the best things in the world is the sweet,sweet smell of a good book. Its something in the wood, I think. The smell of the paper. Mmmm..Paper.

I just managed to pick up a delightful little piece called The Once Future King, by good old TH White. Its a book that I've wanted to get my hands on for ages. Well, since i saw it in X-men (observe how shamelessly i reveal my source of good literature).

Its a good book, but i won't tell you the story. THE INTERNET SHALL PROVIDE.

Unfortunately, whatever ground my intellegence gained reading the book was swiftly lost when I erroneously logged back onto mIRC after so many, many years of freedom. I swear to you, i actually felt my mind blanking out. I cant even pun well anymore.

Oh well. Somethings must be sacrificed for the greater good.


Also, i draw your attention to something at has piqued my interest in recent times. I dont know much about the Explorers' Club, but in recent times, I'm been feeling the urge to get out on the open road, so to speak. Travelling and all that shit. I'm not sure whether its escapism, or me being influenced by the media. THANK YOU MEDIA, FOR MAKING ME QUESTION MY SANITY!


In, perhaps more serious matters, I think God is finally drawing me closer to him. Huzzah.


Exeunt Charlatan 1:38 PM