In French,
pomme means apple
de terre means earthen
but pomme de terre
just means potato.
By the way, this is my public blog! This is where I cross-post posts I've written that are more consciously targeted towards a public audience. The template is the same as my regular blog, though, in case you wanted to know.
Graceface here. Sagittarius. Singaporean. MGS'01-'10. MGS
Drama Society Society of Dramatic Arts '07-'10. ACS(I) 5.12'11 - 6.12'12. ACSIS '11-'12. !nk '11-'12
- Singaporean, but somewhat on the periphery of things.
- A little of a writer, editor, actress, student, etc., but mostly and above all a dreamer.
- An obsessive introspective of the self-centred and vaguely exhibitionist variety. Hence the blog.
- Obsessed with words and how they work.
- Ignorant and uncomfortably aware of it. Also in denial about it.
- Very young, very immature.
- Easily crushed by feeling.
I write because I can't break the habit.
The Illusion of Independent Agency
Thursday, 13 November 2014 05:23
THE FATHER The illusion! For Heaven's sake, don't say illusion. Please don't use that word, which is particularly painful for us..
THE MANAGER And why, if you please?
THE FATHER It's painful, cruel, really cruel; and you ought to understand that.
THE MANAGER But why? What ought we to say then? The illusion, I tell you, sir, which we've got to create for the audience...
THE LEADING MAN With our acting.
THE MANAGER The illusion of a reality.
THE FATHER I understand; but you, perhaps, do not understand us. Forgive me! You see... here for you and your actors, the thing is only –– and rightly so... a kind of game ...
THE LEADING LADY A game! We're not children here, if you please! We are serious actors.
THE FATHER I don't deny it. What I mean is the game, or play, of your art, which has to give, as the gentleman says, a perfect illusion of reality.
THE MANAGER Precisely –– !
THE FATHER Now, if you consider the fact that we, as we are, have no other reality outside of this illusion...
THE MANAGER And what does that mean?
THE FATHER As I say, sir, that which is a game of art for you is our
sole reality. But not only for us, you know, by the way. Just you think it
over well.
(Looks THE MANAGER in the eyes.)
THE FATHER Can you tell me who you are?
[...]
THE FATHER A character, sir, may always ask a man who he is. Because a character has really a life of his own, marked with his especial characteristics; for which reason he is always "somebody." But a man –– I'm not speaking of you now –– may very well be "nobody."
- Six Characters in Search of an Author, Luigi Pirandello
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Updated 29/8/2012
Short-Term
- Go to UStudios with ACSIS to celebrate the birthdays of Carolyn, Danyal and myself
- Go for Prom 2012
- Drink some amount of alcohol for my 18th birthday
After That (Small Things)
- Write a fanfiction if I haven't done that already
- Play MapleStory again
- Play Audition again
- Watch a series (Game of Thrones, House, Sherlock, an anime, I don't even know)
- Learn how to cook
After That (Big Things)
- Post-IB production
- Edit the only finished novel I've ever written
- Write that collab with Sheralyn
- Write something else?
- Apply for universities
- Apply for scholarships
Books to Read
- 1984 by George Orwell [unfinished]
- Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand [not started]
- Good Omens by Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman [not started]
- Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami [not started]
- Dubliners by James Joyce [the whole thing; unfinished]
- Ulysses by James Joyce [not owned]
- The Sandman series by Neil Gaiman [not owned]
- Watchmen by Alan Moore [not owned]
- V. by Thomas Pynchon [unfinished]
- Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy [a proper read; unfinished]
- The Coffin That Wouldn't Bury by Jeffrey Lim [unfinished]
- Brave New World by Aldous Huxley [not started]
- Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson [not owned]