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It will Never end....

Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow..life's a brief candle..

Our legacy will live on...

no matter who u are ....

no matter where u are from...

no matter how old u are...

the play will live on forever....

we will live on forever...

our characters will live on forever...

our love for each other...

our memories with each other...

our joys together...

our sorrow together...

how we ate with each other...

how we sang about each other...

how we sang with each other...

how we laughed at each other...

how we laughed together...

will live on forever...

Paravicini will live...

Casewell will live...

Major Metcalf will live...

Mollie will live...

Christopher Wren will live...

Boyle will live...

Giles will live...

Detective Sg. Trotter will live...

on forever...........

as long as...

we live...

we breathe...

we smile...

we cry...

it will live on forever...

Monkswell Mannor Guest House....

will live on forever...

It will live on forever...

in our minds...

in our soul...

in our hearts...

in our imagination...

it will live on in those who remember us....

and those who remember to remember us...

and Agatha Christie...

thank you....

The Mousetrap will never die....

neither shall we...

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."

Luv,
Yugeindran Nair aka Yugi Bear aka Mr. Paravicini...

PS : I sincerely apologize if there had been any misunderstanding among us the wonderful cast
and lovely crew...the lecturers if i had said something wrong.....the directors if i had troubled
them..The Excited Audience if i had not pleased them on stage...Last but not least i would
like to thank everyone...exspecially to the director for giving me the part...the lecturers for
motivating me..and the cast & crew for supporting me...and for all those people out there for
believing in me.....till then Chao...................................................................

another chapter closes

aloha
bonjourno
how d'you do
hi

i cried myself to sleep as sunday turned to monday..... another chapter closes in my book of experiences.......
what have i learnt
who did i meet
why did we meet
swirls of emotions flooded the inside of my poor cranium
the lovely and cherished memories are put forth in front of my eyes
some of the memories were fragments, some blur, some just so clear like bits of glass flung in the air expressing a memory
it was beautiful.....
i grabbed it within my mortal palm
put it close to my heart
a searing pain
my bleeding hand
yet i had to keep all of them
i had to
i flailed my hands in the air collecting all those bits of memories before it hit the aethereal floor and smashed into a zilion pieces
the beauty and pain of memory
i held those pieces next to my beating heart
and it melted creating a warmth
a warmth of a hug
a warmth of a teardrop
a warmth like no other
a warmth that helps you true trials and pain
a warmth that protects
a warmth that makes you laugh
a warmth that keeps one sane
a warmth that closes the chapter

bye
so long
a riverdela
aloha

Being thrown under the bright lights of a stage play, feels like being hit on the face by a gust of icy wind. It feels like waking up under a really heavy and wet blanket, and you feel you are about to drown under glaring eyes, all ready to judge you for the very minute errors you will make... ready to punce on you like the daggers that they are...

At some point, none of that matters..at some point, there is almost nothing there... and you start feeling lightness, you see the dark spaces before you, there is nothing there...and darke shapes begin to form... sounds from the back, from the sides, fill in your ears, one by one... there are things there that you don't recognise, new things, things that are shapeless, carrying no form, no identity...yet they are there nonetheless, much more than physical manifestations..they are a part of you. The sounds, the shadows, the spirits that envelope the spaces in between...

The past three months have been... well... something else. Its like this entire chapter of life that stands on its own, yet is still connected so wonderfully with every thing else. All the faces, names and personalities that have i have come to know in those three months of working on Mousetrap...well, how can I forget them, how can i ever?

Its not so much as being trapped in character, or being trapped with the desire to get back in with the gang... no, those things are real on a surface level. Its much more than that. Its about growing up, and becoming part of something. Its about watching others grow and forming these unique relationships that can sometimes be so fragile, yet at times, rock solid. Half of the guys involved, i don't even know their full names, and i've only known them for three months... yet, when were together, those three nights, holding each other and sharing each other's comforting arms... well... need i say more?

Grand finale

Again, many miscalculated who the killer was.

Not including my mother. She told me her guess during the interval, saying that the killer always appeared right after something bad happened. Never during the incidents.

Interesting observation.

And again, the crowd laughed at the supposedly unlaughable parts. Especially during the Trotter-Mollie bit.

I give up.

Oh well. At least it was good laughter. People laughing with the actors. Not at them.

Whatever that meant in this context.

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Today (17th Sept, 2006) was the much anticipated third day.

Act one, scene one went up with a draggy start, which worried us. Once over, at the backstage, Mollie had her head bowed down many a times, anxious about the energy level. Trotter punched his left shoulder once or twice, agitated by the lacklusture of the earlier performance and wanting so badly to do his very best. Wren looked pissed off when he was told about his rather unclear articulation (which was quite alright because he was bound to act pissed off in the scene with Giles anyway). Casewell stoned around a bit, looking worried. Metcalf and Boyle looked tensed. Giles paced around, looking deep in thought, and randomly did his choir-boy warm-up for his voice projection. For the sake of maintaining his character, Paravicini made a masochistic plea for me to slap him a few times.

After the cast went on stage for the second act, for a long while, I didn't think of anything but the script, my dying torchlight (door prompter here), my walkie talkie, and the crowd. I really wanted everything to work.

I feared that the last post jinxed the play.

But everyone was reassured by an outstanding ovation.

The trend was indeed broken.

:)

Climax 2 - Broken Myth

It was said that there is a running trend for a three-day-play.

The first day would be the novelty day; the day of stage fright and anticipation of the unknown; the day of bursting energy. Hence, it usually ends up well.

Due to the success of the first day, the actors would find themselves relaxing a bit. After all, nothing should go wrong after a good head start, what?

Wrong. Once the actors relax, their characters seep out of themselves. The energy level would be significantly lesser than that of the first day. And if you were to attend both first and second day of the play, you'll be wondering what went wrong yet you can't quite grasp the reason why.

With blunders made and mistakes regretted, actors would be determined to repent themselves on the third day. They would push themselves like never before. Flawless delivery, immaculate portrayal, actors want the crowd to remember their performance as the best they have ever seen!

The third day was said to have the best performance of the lot.

We have feared that the trend would occur this year. Especially the dreaded second day.

But they broke it.



THIS YEAR'S CAST BROKE THE MYTH! OMFG yay.



Then again, it's too early to tell. The second day might have been replaced with the third day.

o.O

Let's hope that this post didn't jinx anything.

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A full house again. We even had to turn away prospective customers.

Today's (16th Sept, 2006) crowd was...a smarter lot.

For one, they didn't laugh when Mollie and Giles were arguing. Or when Sergeant Trotter said: "As I can ski."

Then again, a good number of them laughed when Trotter said: "I don't care anymore."


... *speechless*

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Important:

In case you're attending Sunday's play (17th Sept, 2006), please be extremely punctual or come earlier (play will start at 7.30pm sharp).

Otherwise, don't be disappointed if you don't get the tickets (we cannot hold back unpaid tickets or paid tickets for latecomers ) or a good seat.

No exceptions will be made. Thank you.

Climax 1 - Murdered mystery

Fantabulous makeup (though Wren looked like he had applied more rouge than Paravicini), splendid costumes (though Trotter looked like a budding CEO), marvelous music (though it was only Nat King Cole), amazing sound effects (though there was no sound of a door creak), brilliant set (FIREPLACE PWNS :D though our lovely ancient telephone was replaced by a random telephone), and excellent props (though Giles was lousy in choosing an anniversary gift).

The preparation was perfect.

It was a full house.

The excitement was boiling and everyone was on their toes.

Trotter had a stomach ache and apparently that helped his pained expression for certain scenes.

Your current door prompter is proud to say that everyone was on cue, despite the fact that we had only two functioning walkie talkies by the end of the day (ideally, we need four: two for door prompters, one for running man, and one for sound/lighting man).

In conclusion, the play was a hit.

Though to mildly put it, most of the audience was...funny. Painfully so.

Because they laughed at many unlaughable jokes like "I can ski."

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After the play over some Cha Kuay Teow, Harith recited a rhyme someone made up:

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I'm a schizophrenic...
So am I.

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Stay tuned for more updates.

Prologue from a Prompter

I was a script prompter.

To say that I had fun would be incorrect.

Because spending at least five to seven hours at night with a very inconsiderate air conditioner for weeks is not fun.

Nor is paying the script your undivided attention so that the bigger stars don’t mess up too much fun.

The other script prompter, Leonard, has my empathy.

But, I enjoyed myself. Thoroughly. It was enjoyable watching Mollie trot around with her cute ballerina demeanour, saying random things like “Eat my socks”; it was enjoyable watching Trotter laughing like the psychopath he was; it was enjoyable watching Wren practicing the art of air kissing Boyle; it was enjoyable watching Boyle screaming at all attempts to photograph her while her makeup is done; it was enjoyable watching Metcalf agonizing at attempts to shorten his already short script; it was enjoyable watching Paravicini trying to fully get into character by hitting on almost anything with boobs that moves; it was enjoyable watching Casewell being able to be more manly than Giles; it was enjoyable watching Giles getting a Dating101 class when everyone else felt that he couldn’t quite grasp the right idea of hugging Mollie romantically.

Enjoyment doesn't necessarily have to be fun.

We Have a Play

And it's called the Mousetrap. And, well, it's ours because we just performed it last night, so there.

This first night was positive, although our play was apparently a lot funnier than expected, or perhaps, after three months of practising the same frickin' play, it's simply become dull and stale to me. Not that I believe that, of course. Even in the last days of practice, hours even, cast members were finding new ways of presenting their characters, because a play isn't just a set of words to be read in a set manner. It evolves with each enactment, because there are just so many ways of saying a simple phrase like... 'Doing all the work, you brute'. Watch, and you will see why after three months of being just an understudy I am still around. You see, watching a play form is really very fascinating. You start from the bare bones, the text, just sitting in a circle and reading. Then come the discussions, long and hard and through that the refinement of how the play is going to come out and then the directors spend hours and hours trying to get that idea, their idea, hammered into the subconscious of the actors. The long, crazy hours. And then, just a week or two or three before it's due to be presented, a whole host of people previously unseen come in and make the play what it is, a spectacle of light(ing) and sound.

Really very fascinating.

Mr. Paravicini's Major Wardrobe Malfunction

halo..

the name is paravicini.....i must admit that yesterday on the 14 - 09 - 2006....i made a huge blunder in monkswell manner guest house...well what happen was that while i was hitting on molly my right suspenders popped and flew to my back.....everyone started laughing below...we as actors tried to control it.....well that moment i had to do crisis control.....so i tried to put it back in my charactor...but i couldnt because it was in the most unreachable area......so i thought the next thing i could do is that remove it ...as i was removing it was my seen with Trotter and he completely started laughing because he can never control his laughter.......well as usual everyone was laughing on stage...the scene was paused.....and repeated...damm and guess what it happened again but this time it was the final scene and the back portion of my suspenders popped.....i managed to put it back but unfortunately i lost focus.....i feel that during the making of mousetrap the play i have learnt one most important thing....The capability of being consumed in your character...in another way of putting it " FOCUS" ......after that wardrobe malfunction i learnt that because i immediatly became Yugi when it snapped and thats why the scene was screwed up...but if i was truly Paravicini and paravicini alone i would have fixed the problem up perfectly...So for all you actors out there i would like to share with u the lesson that i have learnt...if there is a blunder on stage only your character and your character alone can fix it up perfectly..and to do that you need to be completely foccused.

Remember remember the 14 of September Paravicini's suspender malfunction and blunder...

till then....Chao

Paravicini aka Yugi

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L-R : Yugi as Paravicini, Matthew as Giles, Waimin as Mollie