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Playing back my Playback

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

So many things have gone by and I didn't have the chance to document it.

I've decided that I must put it down into words before memories fade into figments of my imagination and I can no longer differentiate memories and stories that I made up in my head (I've been making up alot of stories nowadays, but this post is real... I promise.)

Playback Theatre is a great experience.

How many times in your life time can you sit in a room full of strangers, and everyone shares their personal stories truthfully and exposes themselves in starkingly naked fashion. And you have audiences giving support to each other by sharing their own life stories and telling each other 'it's alright, I've been there it'll soon be over?'

Of course, you have talented actors (*blink blink*) to reenact the stories, and achieve the effect of catharsis and entertainment all at the same time!

The audiences were a great sport. They shared stories of childhood abuses, childhood memories, hometown food and cross roads decisions. I was humbled...being able to play a grandma, mama, wife and God all in the same show (eh, how come all characters same gender?? *gasp* blasphemy!!)

Best of all was a grand reunion of my closest classmates and friends from the hall. Me is popular siah.

And when the show is over, I asked for their opinions. The girls went: "Yah, the show is very interesting... eh, where you buy your black pants ah? Very unique leh." Oh man! Where were they looking?! At my bottom?? Girls?? Me is popular with girls siah...




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