Wor Chao...

Hey fellas... da mole is finally out of his hole. geez... i'm actually writing this in my snoozy state right now. even the somewhat random arrangement of alphabets on da keyboard is starting to make sense. just like when it dawned on me dat Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds actually implied LSD. and i thought dat Tangerine Trees and Marmalade Skies were just stuff dat comes out Barney the Singing Purple Dinosaur's mouth. Oh by da way, i'm da Ah Beng playing Clov...

I'm having so much fun in this production dat when Endgame actually ends, i'll be da first to cry like a pansy ass and end up hugging anyone in sight, including da ever-ready-to-salute-machas in da KLPAC guardhouse. i tell ya, the Endgame crew looks like a bunch of radicals who would pull a guerilla on da theatre scene armed with... with... a fluffy dog, a glorified stick called gaff, talcum powder, old school alarm clock, a dude with a perpetual barret or cap and... okay not too much detail now. But Beckett's tough shit, did i spell his name right? it's very very intense. as Gavin would put it, "you'll need a great command of focus for this one..." true dat. it's mentally taxing and it doesn't get any easier with me coming from a very Chinese literate background. U En's my walking dictionary. there were a lot of stuff in da script i didn't understand. in da beginning i just performed based on sheer instinct. guessing what dat Sam dude could've meant with those tricky lines. i mean, i can't be spoutting them lines without understanding them thoroughly. Gavin's great to work with, he made da whole theatre experience feels much less intimidating for me. just like how intimidating lawn bowling is to da old folks and French people. when in doubt, head butt da fucker!