Mother Courage and her Loud Mouth

I'm almost not convinced that the world needs to be a better place.

After reading this play for the umpteenth time, it seems that there is always a reason to have a war, and the more reasons that we can think of, the more war we will have. But I'm just blowing smoke.

Recently, I was (automatically involuntarily) assigned a reenactment report presentation of a play, actually one of the greatest plays in history titled 'Mother Courage and Her Children', written by a German play-write, Bertolt Brecht. It basically revolves around a central character (Mother Courage) and her travails between Sweden and Germany during the War of Thirty Years in Europe. Written during World War II, the play exhibits many anti-Nazism and Fascism subtleties yet has almost a distancing between the characters and the audience. It's quite a moving tragedy to immerse yourself into, but I suggest an open mind and a good glass of wine to go with it.

So here I am with the play, and leading a group of nine (including myself...duh), I'm setting the context of the report and the play. It's refreshing to get suggestions and opinions from a totally (not really) different background of mentalities (it's a good thing) and perspectives because I began to also learn different approaches to a lot of thigns in life... yes, I'm suddenly being melo-dramatic... it's a real pain in the ass but let me rant!!!

Rehearsals start Monday (but there's a catch) and subsequent evenings within the week.

Why there's a catch on Monday? Well, in the Philippines, the President has a State of The Nation Address, which is a platform where she can preach her propaganda without having to bother about the objections of the Nation... pretty ironic considering it's supposed to be a State of The NATION Address. Anyways, on one side of the highway in front of the Uni is the locale where she will be holding her speech, on the other side (and the front of the Uni) will be a congregation of protesters who call themselves the People's SONA, rallying and marching towards her location. Pretty intense stuff as it's rumoured that she has called on the military (roughly 6000) to act as her bodyguards!!! I'm interested to join in, but then again, I've got other responsiblities and I'm not exactly obligated to join this rally... maybe when there's a nationwide protest (why can't there be one in Malaysia... cowards!).

Til the next post, VIVA LA REVOLUCION!!!!

What can I say...

OMHFGG!!!!

I won't elaborate on the acronym but this is definitely the defining moment of my celebration of the skin art of tattooing! Calvin having my nick signed under his beautifully inked tat! I swear I was shivering as soon as I saw the final design, not as dull as what I had originally drawn but nonetheless, a work of art and when I scrolled down to where my name was placed, I was touched!

Cal, ( I know you hate me calling you that), to put my nick down there means the world to me! I can't tell you how much that honor truly means when you've got (a paraphrased version) of my work and initialed my name along with it. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!!

Here is the original design:



...and the final work:



I'm... stoked to say the least!!!

Now's my turn... hehe...