Its over.

Haven's over.

And we're suffering from phd.

Post-Haven Depression

It's been a long journey for all of us. Cast, crew, orchestra, choir, teachers, and last but not least, our beloved director, Ferd. I've formed bonds and friendships throughout my haven journey. There were good experiences and bad ones.

From the june holidays, when we started making the sets and props, to a few hours ago, when the curtain closed for the last time. The 3 shows were all fantastic. Though I must say, they got better each time. For the first one, not many people were moved that much. For the second one, quite a bit were. For the last one, well, lots of people I know cried during the death scene.

Haven had many professionals. Our stage manager, Joy, she was professional and sharp and had a good sense of humour. She flew back to Japan this morning. The choreographer, Erich, was also external. Selena Tan, our external director, was, obviously, external. The rest of the bosses were teachers.

The memories I made during Haven are set in stone, as they are for each and every member of the company. For the set crew, coming early every morning during the june holidays to paint the backdrop, the construct the sets and props. Later, for the backstage crew, coming earlier than the rest during rehearsals to sweep the stage so that the barefooted cast wouldn't cut their feet or anything like that, then making repairs on the various damaged props, then drying the vegetables for the coffee shop scene. Making the chinese new year decorations for the show, then stringing them together and putting them up, scrubbing the stage of paint. Waiting in between scene changes, getting cut by splinters before getting our gloves. It seems like just a few minutes ago that I held the door open and wished every cast member all the best before every show.

Yes, the vegetables were real. During the preview show on thursday, we got our first batch and we dried them. The next day, the remainder were rotted and were stinko and slimy. We had to dry them anyway. Thankfully, for saturday, we got fresh vegies.

When the curtains closed on saturday night, we were all high. Super high. Super happy. But still, really sad. It was bittersweet. We were all hugging each other and Ryan was crying when I hugged him, and I remember telling him not to cry, cos I felt like crying too. Johannes started crying too. Many of us started crying. It was the wierdest feeling ever. There was this aching in your heart but you were still exuberant. After taking photos then bumping out, we went to swensens in holland v. Then I went home and cried myself to sleep. I dreamt of haven that night. Those songs, those lines, those people, they're imprinted in my memory.