THEATRE! TCA College meets at Trinity Christian Centre @ Paya Lebar, in Singapore. The drama courses for the Creative Arts Cert program (accredited by University of Wales) are recorded here.
SPREAD YOUR GARMENT OVER ME, Gillette Elvgren. RIZPAH, from Jocelyn (comment 1) PETER'S WIFE, from Ella (comment 2) WITCH OF ENDOR, from Daniel (comment 3)
Day 1: Armoni and Mephibosheth were…killed…today… Oh…cruel…world…is there no justice? Words cannot describe the sorrow that I feel at this moment, the grief that I bear. So you tell me that my sons were slain at the demands of the Gibeonites, exposed on a hill before the Lord, dishooured, denied a decent burial, to appease God’s wrath? Rubbish! Rubbish I tell you! God of Israel be my judge. Judge for me if this is fair! What did my sons do to deserve this? My 2 rising stars, full of vigour and promise, robbed of the life that they could have lived, that they deserve. God! Why did this have to happen to them? Why, of all people, my sons? My precious, precious little babies? And here I am, powerless against the laws of the land and the vengeful men who rule this country. My sons’ bodies hang limp, perched high atop a hill… And there they lie, well within my vision, but far beyond my reach. Oh the shame…the dishonour…oh my sons…
NO. I will protect you, my dears. Even if it takes my life I will.
Week 1: Day and night, night and day, a week has passed since I’ve been here. My post on the Rock of Gibeah has now been carved well into the ground by my constant trampling. Every hour I watch, every minute I wait, ready to wield my staff against wild beasts and birds of prey. By day the sun casts its vicious gaze; by night, the cold winds rattle. No matter what I do, these scant layers of cloth and flaccid skin offer no defense against the biting chill. Even hunger has lost its hold on me, for it is but a forgotten sensation. What is it to me? My sons are more important. As the days go by the winds speak louder of death-stung flesh. The clock is ticking, fast, and I must press on.
Month 5: No one’s around. For now. I think. I have some time to write. Ayiii! All them black wings, trying to perch on my little ones…Curse your wings…and all you beasts...who goes there! Stay away from my little ones! Or taste the wrath of Rizpah’s staff! Ayii!
There must be more than this. I’ve been here day in, day out, for 5 months. God of Israel take my life, this is too much for me to bear…
One day my precious, one day, you will get your burial. One day. Mama’s here. One day my precious, one day. One day, you head will be laid to rest…
Last night I really missed my son Simon, he is two and eleven months old. He is with his grand parents. Got ready for church, so this morning I didn’t have my quiet time. My church service was abit long today, met my old classmate, so after the service me and my husband, with Shelly went out for lunch at my favourite food-court. Sundays are usually free because I don’t work. But my husband is always busy on his table, and he is getting old so fast. Our dinner time is 7 to 7:30 pm. I did watch a movie after dinner with my son’s nanny Ruth, which I usually do on Sunday nights or Saturdays. I ended my day with a prayer in my bed at 11:30pm, and my husband still on his table. He usually sleeps there.
Journal: 2 Wednesday.
My alarm always wakes my up. My son has to go to school at 7:30am, and I forgot to pack his lunch last night, usually I keep everything ready at night for the next day. My husband eats early lunch so got back home and I ate with him at 9, that’s the only time where we usually talk about the day’s plan. Then I went for my work. My husband forgot to pick up my son today during his office break. I got a call from my son’s Headmistress. I rushed back to the school leaving my clients waiting for me, cause my husband never picked pick up his phone. I came home after work around 4pm, headed straight to the kitchen for dinner, as my phone reminded me when I was driving about my youngest sister and her colleague coming for dinner. And I hate to rush when it comes to cooking. We chatted till it was 10pm, I felt good after that. My sister decided to stay for the night as she felt that I need to talk with someone, and moreover she took a day off, her boss is so cool. Before going to bed I make a point that my guests are fine, my son is ok and my husband needed anything from his table.
Journal: 3 Saturday.
Surprisingly my son woke me up. He was standing there with a card written ‘Happy Birthday Mommy’ and I was touched. Yes! Its my birthday. He remembered so well, as Ruth did mention last night, and he remembered. I am still wondering from where he got that cute card. Its not handmade or something, he is only two, I am sure its not from his father, he’ll be the last person to remember my birthday, neither Ruth. Saturdays no Kinder Garden for him, so I am free in the morning. Peter will not be home until Sunday, he is gone with the other eleven lads to Cesarea again. I work for two hours on Saturdays, after that I did shopping. I have guests from church and few friends coming for dinner. I love to cook, its an art. I am used to cooking for atleast fifteen people every five days a week. My surprise gift was a bunch of Lavender, it was so beautiful. My husband haven’t called yet to wish me. Its nothing new though.
Day 1, Dawn The wretched crows wouldn’t stop crowing last night, despite my effort to shut out the ruckus they were creating, I could see them circling the roof and battering on the widow panes all night long as I sought my sleep, which is harder to come by these days. The weather is slowly changing since Monday when the cold winds filtered into Endor past the peaks of the neighbouring land and snow began to fall last night. I can’t recall snow ever falling here and by daybreak the snow has set in so deep I had difficulties pushing open the door to the porch. This weather is unheard of in this part of the land where my attempts at growing some vegetation had prove futile over the years. With my pen in hand, I am recording down what I am seeing right before my eyes; in place of the normally brown parched ground, is now a deep hue of blue and purple caused by the brown soil that now lies underneath the thicket of snow. Looking further I spot branches of the trees creak under the strain of the weight of snow that has fallen the night before. I wondered to myself what had caused the crows to come out in this wretched night and did they do last night. Maybe they were trying to escape the bitter cold air. Maybe they were trying to get into the house. Rickety sure is having fun in the snow though, she is rumbling in it, chasing her own shadow carefully working her way through the cake of snow that has found its way onto my patio. I am worried for her though; her thinning fur I fear isn’t keeping her warm enough.
2pm I was roused from my sleep when I thought I heard someone at the door though I wasn’t surprised to find no one at the door because no one ever comes by this way any more, not for years since King Saul came by. I threw a shawl over me and step out of the house and found only Rickety there, still playing in the snow but this time with less vigour as compared to morning. I swore I heard someone knocking on the door. Standing here out in the open, it just occurred to me that I have not stepped out of the house in a long time.
My stepping out of the house and the weather isn’t the only things that stood out today. I am surprised that I had taken a nap. I had only intended to lie down for a while after lunch but had fallen into a deep sleep.
3 comments:
From Jocelyn
13th Oct 2008
Day 1:
Armoni and Mephibosheth were…killed…today… Oh…cruel…world…is there no justice? Words cannot describe the sorrow that I feel at this moment, the grief that I bear. So you tell me that my sons were slain at the demands of the Gibeonites, exposed on a hill before the Lord, dishooured, denied a decent burial, to appease God’s wrath? Rubbish! Rubbish I tell you! God of Israel be my judge. Judge for me if this is fair! What did my sons do to deserve this? My 2 rising stars, full of vigour and promise, robbed of the life that they could have lived, that they deserve. God! Why did this have to happen to them? Why, of all people, my sons? My precious, precious little babies?
And here I am, powerless against the laws of the land and the vengeful men who rule this country. My sons’ bodies hang limp, perched high atop a hill… And there they lie, well within my vision, but far beyond my reach. Oh the shame…the dishonour…oh my sons…
NO. I will protect you, my dears. Even if it takes my life I will.
Week 1:
Day and night, night and day, a week has passed since I’ve been here. My post on the Rock of Gibeah has now been carved well into the ground by my constant trampling. Every hour I watch, every minute I wait, ready to wield my staff against wild beasts and birds of prey. By day the sun casts its vicious gaze; by night, the cold winds rattle. No matter what I do, these scant layers of cloth and flaccid skin offer no defense against the biting chill. Even hunger has lost its hold on me, for it is but a forgotten sensation. What is it to me? My sons are more important. As the days go by the winds speak louder of death-stung flesh. The clock is ticking, fast, and I must press on.
Month 5:
No one’s around. For now. I think. I have some time to write.
Ayiii!
All them black wings, trying to perch on my little ones…Curse your wings…and all you beasts...who goes there!
Stay away from my little ones! Or taste the wrath of Rizpah’s staff! Ayii!
There must be more than this. I’ve been here day in, day out, for 5 months. God of Israel take my life, this is too much for me to bear…
One day my precious, one day, you will get your burial. One day. Mama’s here. One day my precious, one day. One day, you head will be laid to rest…
from Ella
PETER'S WIFE
Journal: 1
Sunday.
Last night I really missed my son Simon, he is two and eleven months old. He is with his grand parents. Got ready for church, so this morning I didn’t have my quiet time. My church service was abit long today, met my old classmate, so after the service me and my husband, with Shelly went out for lunch at my favourite food-court.
Sundays are usually free because I don’t work. But my husband is always busy on his table, and he is getting old so fast. Our dinner time is 7 to 7:30 pm. I did watch a movie after dinner with my son’s nanny Ruth, which I usually do on Sunday nights or Saturdays. I ended my day with a prayer in my bed at 11:30pm, and my husband still on his table. He usually sleeps there.
Journal: 2
Wednesday.
My alarm always wakes my up. My son has to go to school at 7:30am, and I forgot to pack his lunch last night, usually I keep everything ready at night for the next day. My husband eats early lunch so got back home and I ate with him at 9, that’s the only time where we usually talk about the day’s plan. Then I went for my work. My husband forgot to pick up my son today during his office break. I got a call from my son’s Headmistress. I rushed back to the school leaving my clients waiting for me, cause my husband never picked pick up his phone. I came home after work around 4pm, headed straight to the kitchen for dinner, as my phone reminded me when I was driving about my youngest sister and her colleague coming for dinner. And I hate to rush when it comes to cooking. We chatted till it was 10pm, I felt good after that. My sister decided to stay for the night as she felt that I need to talk with someone, and moreover she took a day off, her boss is so cool. Before going to bed I make a point that my guests are fine, my son is ok and my husband needed anything from his table.
Journal: 3
Saturday.
Surprisingly my son woke me up. He was standing there with a card written ‘Happy Birthday Mommy’ and I was touched. Yes! Its my birthday. He remembered so well, as Ruth did mention last night, and he remembered. I am still wondering from where he got that cute card. Its not handmade or something, he is only two, I am sure its not from his father, he’ll be the last person to remember my birthday, neither Ruth. Saturdays no Kinder Garden for him, so I am free in the morning. Peter will not be home until Sunday, he is gone with the other eleven lads to Cesarea again. I work for two hours on Saturdays, after that I did shopping. I have guests from church and few friends coming for dinner. I love to cook, its an art. I am used to cooking for atleast fifteen people every five days a week. My surprise gift was a bunch of Lavender, it was so beautiful. My husband haven’t called yet to wish me. Its nothing new though.
WITCH OF ENDOR, from Daniel
Day 1, Dawn
The wretched crows wouldn’t stop crowing last night, despite my effort to shut out the ruckus they were creating, I could see them circling the roof and battering on the widow panes all night long as I sought my sleep, which is harder to come by these days.
The weather is slowly changing since Monday when the cold winds filtered into Endor past the peaks of the neighbouring land and snow began to fall last night. I can’t recall snow ever falling here and by daybreak the snow has set in so deep I had difficulties pushing open the door to the porch. This weather is unheard of in this part of the land where my attempts at growing some vegetation had prove futile over the years. With my pen in hand, I am recording down what I am seeing right before my eyes; in place of the normally brown parched ground, is now a deep hue of blue and purple caused by the brown soil that now lies underneath the thicket of snow. Looking further I spot branches of the trees creak under the strain of the weight of snow that has fallen the night before. I wondered to myself what had caused the crows to come out in this wretched night and did they do last night. Maybe they were trying to escape the bitter cold air. Maybe they were trying to get into the house.
Rickety sure is having fun in the snow though, she is rumbling in it, chasing her own shadow carefully working her way through the cake of snow that has found its way onto my patio. I am worried for her though; her thinning fur I fear isn’t keeping her warm enough.
2pm
I was roused from my sleep when I thought I heard someone at the door though I wasn’t surprised to find no one at the door because no one ever comes by this way any more, not for years since King Saul came by. I threw a shawl over me and step out of the house and found only Rickety there, still playing in the snow but this time with less vigour as compared to morning. I swore I heard someone knocking on the door. Standing here out in the open, it just occurred to me that I have not stepped out of the house in a long time.
My stepping out of the house and the weather isn’t the only things that stood out today. I am surprised that I had taken a nap. I had only intended to lie down for a while after lunch but had fallen into a deep sleep.
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