<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881959172602381763</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:56:47.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Previous Work</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvsawamoto-vargas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881959172602381763/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvsawamoto-vargas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bran Vargas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08903883220669973147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/TPvR2TUD_ZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Jd4FVw5_CgA/S220/IMG_2445-6.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881959172602381763.post-2498153895707682779</id><published>2009-03-13T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T08:52:02.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:Garamond; 	panose-1:2 2 4 4 3 3 1 1 8 3; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;“If loving you means that I have to endure endless pain and death, then I will gladly open my heart and accept it, for I know that it will bring you, happiness.”&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: right; color: white; float: right; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312706026924653554" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/SbqF-8rru_I/AAAAAAAAADg/1IY9oM-RtDw/s200/n1163951718_30062813_4544.jpg" style="float: right; height: 200px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; width: 141px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CUSER%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:"Arial Narrow"; 	panose-1:2 11 5 6 2 2 2 3 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Is death the end of everything? What if you have the chance to stay…? Have you ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;wondered where you’ll end up? In heaven or hell? Will you even make it there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Crossing Over, A Musical performance based on the script written by Bran Vargas. Inspired by My Chemical Romance’s album “The Black Parade” .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;A story of David, a man who died of Bone cancer, who cannot accept his death, and separated from his beloved fiance, Margaret. He’s lead by the grim reaper to Limbo, the place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: left; color: white; float: left; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312706729310616242" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/SbqGn1Ri-rI/AAAAAAAAAD4/i_PEvR7dUHk/s200/n1074709048_30114620_8031.jpg" style="float: left; height: 134px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;where all the souls gathered before crossing over to heaven or hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; At limbo, he meets Nicole a playful but wicked ghost and Christina, who has a crush on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: right; color: white; float: right; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312706030764281330" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/SbqF_K_HzfI/AAAAAAAAADo/DQ8B_wv8eLY/s200/n1074709048_30114619_7724.jpg" style="float: right; height: 134px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Nicole teaches David how to deny his destiny by crossing over again to the world of the living, through the gate of Limbo, and David meets his fiancé again. Christina tries to warn David to forget Margaret, like Margaret who has moved on. Margaret then gets closer with James,David’s best friend. David becomes furious and the conflict becomes more serious when Nicole gives David the idea to killing Margaret...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: left; color: white; float: left; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312706738036968066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/SbqGoVyEioI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-jc2rfYMvEc/s200/n1074709048_30114631_1227.jpg" style="float: left; height: 134px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;David, desperate and sad, decides to wallow in self pity when all of a sudden, Margaret’s soul crosses over to limbo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/SbqF_L8F2bI/AAAAAAAAADw/21kMADym8qQ/s1600-h/n1074709048_30114627_51.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312706031020005810" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/SbqF_L8F2bI/AAAAAAAAADw/21kMADym8qQ/s200/n1074709048_30114627_51.jpg" style="float: right; height: 134px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;Did David kill her? Or is it fate that brought them together again? When will David be ready to cross over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt; to eith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;r Heaven or Hell?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is a brief synopsis of Crossing Over - a script written by me, performed by the class of MC 10-12B. It featured songs by My Chemical Romance giving it the rock Gothic edge it needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Mentored by: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bran Vargas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cast: Teguh Yassa, Annisa Faticha, Nurrul Indria Putri, Ratih Devy Parmatasari, Aprinta, Tenry Tata   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed by: Agnes Permata &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Produced by: Ziske Taufik Chang &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awarded: Best Production Design, Best Supporting Actress, Best Production&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881959172602381763-2498153895707682779?l=bvsawamoto-vargas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvsawamoto-vargas.blogspot.com/feeds/2498153895707682779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bvsawamoto-vargas.blogspot.com/2009/03/crossing-over.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881959172602381763/posts/default/2498153895707682779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881959172602381763/posts/default/2498153895707682779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvsawamoto-vargas.blogspot.com/2009/03/crossing-over.html' title='Crossing Over'/><author><name>Bran Vargas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08903883220669973147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/TPvR2TUD_ZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Jd4FVw5_CgA/S220/IMG_2445-6.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/SbqF-8rru_I/AAAAAAAAADg/1IY9oM-RtDw/s72-c/n1163951718_30062813_4544.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881959172602381763.post-9194309190908884258</id><published>2009-03-13T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T08:52:52.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moulin Rouge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;"The greatest thing you will ever learn is just to love and be loved in return."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/Sbp2L-7ZEvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/pAtT_AN0Sxs/s1600-h/Moulin+Rouge+Poster.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312688658679665394" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/Sbp2L-7ZEvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/pAtT_AN0Sxs/s200/Moulin+Rouge+Poster.JPG" style="float: left; height: 200px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0pt; width: 141px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The year is 1900 and Christian, a grizzled, unkempt British writer who came to the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;village&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Montmartre&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, Paris at the height of the Bohemian movement a year before, sits in a garret overlooking the closed-down theatre Moulin Rouge and writing on a typewriter. The story he is writing is about both himself and the woman he loved, Satine, who is now dead. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/Sbp4vaHCFhI/AAAAAAAAACo/W7mBzLqHRUc/s1600-h/lolla_1692.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312691466294924818" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/Sbp4vaHCFhI/AAAAAAAAACo/W7mBzLqHRUc/s200/lolla_1692.JPG" style="float: right; height: 200px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; width: 134px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1899, Christian arrives in Paris a naive and idealistic writer, and falls in with a group of Bohemians who frequent the Moulin Rouge. They are attempting to produce a theatrical production, "Spectacular Spectacular", which the Moulin Rouge's master Harold Zidler plans to put on at the cabaret. The Bohemians, chiefly Toulouse-Lautrec among them, are impressed with Christian's gift with words and insist that he write "Spectacular Spectacular." They come up with an elaborate plan of presenting Christian to Satine, a beautiful courtesan, in the hopes that she will be impressed with him and persuade Zidler to hire him as the play's writer. Satine understands the mercenary nature of her work, though she dreams of leaving the Moulin Rouge to become a real actress. Incorrectly thinking that Christian is the wealthy and powerful Duke who will invest in "Spectacular Spectacular," she is charmed by Christian's poetry. She declares that she has fallen in love with him, but is shocked to realize he's actually a penniless Bohemian poet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Soon after, the real Duke arrives and finds Christian and Satine together. Christian's quick wit and Satine's charm fool the Duke into believing that they were rehearsing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/Sbp5txAxkeI/AAAAAAAAACw/ISiXV7hMCgw/s1600-h/Intan_14366.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312692537594581474" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/Sbp5txAxkeI/AAAAAAAAACw/ISiXV7hMCgw/s200/Intan_14366.jpg" style="float: left; height: 113px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Christian and Satine fall in love, while Zidler struggles to keep the Duke interested in the show even though Satine has not yet spent the night with him. Zidler also discovers that Satine is dying of consumption, but does not tell anyone because "The show must go on." Meanwhile, Christian continues to develop the play, in which the courtesan and the penniless sitar player end up together. The Duke, however, does not appreciate the ending and tells the cast that the courtesan must end up in the arms of the maharaja. To convince him to change his mind, Satine finally agrees to spend the night with the Duke. Christian is overcome with jealousy while Satine has dinner with the Duke, who offers her everything she has dreamt of. But when the Duke realizes that Satine would never love him, he tries to take Satine by force. After she escapes, Satine and Christian plan to run away. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;    &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/Sbp3Fpis9dI/AAAAAAAAACg/_AKE5F8CdL4/s1600-h/Moulin+Rouge+wallpaper.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312689649371379154" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/Sbp3Fpis9dI/AAAAAAAAACg/_AKE5F8CdL4/s200/Moulin+Rouge+wallpaper.jpg" style="float: right; height: 150px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;By now, the Duke has realized Satine's cuckoldry, and informs Zidler that, if the "maharaja" does not get his "courtesan," he will have the "penniless sitar player" killed. Nonetheless, Zidler must inform Satine of her terminal condition before she agrees to give up on the escape plan. She goes to Christian and lies to him, convincing him that her love was an act in the hopes that this will inspire him to leave &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and therefore save his life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;As the show debuts, Satine perform wearily, knowing that her time is almost up. Christian, unwilling to give up on her, confronts her backstage. When she tries to drive him off again, he takes the place of the show's hero, throwing money at her feet to "pay his whore," and storming off the stage. Satine confesses her love for him in the form of his secret song, and Christian and Satine reconcile in full view of the audience and the Duke. The Duke attempts to shoot Christian, but Zidler drives him off. The audience applauds what they perceived as a good drama, but backstage, Satine is overcome by her illness and dies in Christian's arms. As her final wish, she asks Christian to tell their story.   &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/Sbp2rrJfkGI/AAAAAAAAACY/cbBZA_4ydds/s1600-h/man+on+the+moon.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312689203125915746" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/Sbp2rrJfkGI/AAAAAAAAACY/cbBZA_4ydds/s200/man+on+the+moon.jpg" style="float: left; height: 155px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0pt; width: 119px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; A year later, still in his garret overlooking the now-deserted red windmill, Christian finally types the last page of his work, ending it with the couplet, "The greatest thing you will ever learn is just to love and be loved in return." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;This is a &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;synopsis to Baz Lurman's Moulin Rouge. An Oscar nominated film that rocked the box offices.&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="arial" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I was fortunate enough to direct the stage version of Moulin Rouge alongside Evelinn Kurniadi &amp;amp; Eko Wardoyo for LSPR Teatro. It ran for four days last February 2008 and attracted the media and celebrities alike. Overall, it was a succesful performance considering the difficulties we've gone through (venue, budget, sponsors, etc.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="arial" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;The &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;cast: Richard Victory, Ajeng Woelandari, Ria Birowo, James Hartono, Jay Arief Rahman, Febrian, Nicky, Putri Sekar Meutiasari, La Saras Gusti, Billy Krisna, Quincy Putri.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Directed by: Bran Sawamoto Vargas, Eko Wardoyo &amp;amp; Evelinn Kurniadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Produced by: Utty Atika Putri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881959172602381763-9194309190908884258?l=bvsawamoto-vargas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvsawamoto-vargas.blogspot.com/feeds/9194309190908884258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bvsawamoto-vargas.blogspot.com/2009/03/moulin-rouge.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881959172602381763/posts/default/9194309190908884258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881959172602381763/posts/default/9194309190908884258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvsawamoto-vargas.blogspot.com/2009/03/moulin-rouge.html' title='Moulin Rouge'/><author><name>Bran Vargas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08903883220669973147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/TPvR2TUD_ZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Jd4FVw5_CgA/S220/IMG_2445-6.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/Sbp2L-7ZEvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/pAtT_AN0Sxs/s72-c/Moulin+Rouge+Poster.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881959172602381763.post-5239867786698274752</id><published>2009-03-13T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T08:53:27.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>John Dryden's All For Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;…IF FO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;REVER IS NOT ENOUGH FOR ME TO LOVE YOU&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;…THEN I’LL SPEND ANOTHER LIFETIME…&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: silver; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: silver; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/SbptEF02B1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/0lkdgLe0Av0/s1600-h/poster+9+-+9b+John+Dryden%27s+All+For+Love.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312678627487647570" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/SbptEF02B1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/0lkdgLe0Av0/s200/poster+9+-+9b+John+Dryden%27s+All+For+Love.jpg" style="float: right; height: 200px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; width: 142px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Words uttered with so much angst and so much love.  A love that so great that it lived even after death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This was the story of the love of Anthony and Cleopatra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Both belonged to two different empires.  One was a Roman and the other the Queen of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Nile&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Both are powerful, commands adoration and respect, both conquering and expanding their own empires until the time they’ve set eyes on each other. Anthony captured Cleopatra’s heart and Anthony’s whole being was entrapped in Cleopatra’s beauty, yet both not wanting to be free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/SbpxQnpd6ZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AcYOn9ZIdTo/s1600-h/IMG_5490.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312683240771676562" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/SbpxQnpd6ZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AcYOn9ZIdTo/s200/IMG_5490.JPG" style="float: left; height: 134px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The plot thickens with treachery and deceit, and then their lives are tossed by their tumultuous love for each other, laced with pain and brokenness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anthony was torn between his insurmountable love for Cleopatra his mistress and his duty and pity to his wife and daughters- of which he chose the latter because by nature he is an honorable man. To leave Cleopatra is now irrevocable but he could not find it in his heart to hurt her. He knew he wasn’t strong to see Cleopatra’s tears. He then asked his best friend Dolabella to give Cleopatra his decision to leave and hopefully ease her pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/SbpxlDvHOfI/AAAAAAAAACA/_Ul4WQIWAcI/s1600-h/IMG_5591.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312683591908932082" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/SbpxlDvHOfI/AAAAAAAAACA/_Ul4WQIWAcI/s200/IMG_5591.JPG" style="float: right; height: 200px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; width: 134px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yet as fate turns, news has reached Anthony that Cleopatra has indeed found solace in his friend’s arms. This news hurt and enraged him.  His anger hurt Octavia, his wife-prompting her to leave him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anthony then confronts the two people he loved and in his anger banished them.  Dolabella, he banished to a faraway land and Cleopatra from his heart. Or so he thought. Because of his anger, he fought and captured &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Egypt&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; for &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Rome&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.  It was at this moment that he was told that Cleopatra has taken her own life because she could not bear the accusations Anthony has hurled at her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/Sbpsm1JnumI/AAAAAAAAABI/yJyIoAhWdv0/s1600-h/cleopatra+and+marc+anthony.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312678124795181666" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/Sbpsm1JnumI/AAAAAAAAABI/yJyIoAhWdv0/s200/cleopatra+and+marc+anthony.JPG" style="float: left; height: 200px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0pt; width: 134px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;With Cleopatra gone, .everything suddenly lost its meaning-even his very own existence…so Anthony took his life away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/Sc0uTR75T-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/yxabJ1DiTp0/s1600-h/IMG_5799.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317957643761438690" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/Sc0uTR75T-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/yxabJ1DiTp0/s200/IMG_5799.JPG" style="float: right; height: 200px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; width: 134px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cleopatra, seeing Anthony dying, his life slipping away, decided to follow him in death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Once again, love triumphed over death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is the synopsis of John Dryden's All for Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; which was rewritten, played, directed and produced by me. It was a prerequisite performance for our Performance of Dramatic Literature subject and I headed the class of MC9-9B to victory garnering a total of 6 awards which is a record for past and even present LSPR Theatre Festivals.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cast: Bran Sawamoto Vargas, Natasha Ruvantina, Nyvillia Stephanie, Rahmat Rianto, Jordan Ted, Meilisa Leonata, Florence Nathania, Putra, Yudhi Prayogo and the whole class of MC 9-9B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awarded: Best Production Design, Best Costume &amp;amp; Make - Up, Best Director, Best Actress, Best Actor &amp;amp; Best Production&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881959172602381763-5239867786698274752?l=bvsawamoto-vargas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvsawamoto-vargas.blogspot.com/feeds/5239867786698274752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bvsawamoto-vargas.blogspot.com/2009/03/john-drydens-all-for-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881959172602381763/posts/default/5239867786698274752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881959172602381763/posts/default/5239867786698274752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvsawamoto-vargas.blogspot.com/2009/03/john-drydens-all-for-love.html' title='John Dryden&apos;s All For Love'/><author><name>Bran Vargas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08903883220669973147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/TPvR2TUD_ZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Jd4FVw5_CgA/S220/IMG_2445-6.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQd96Fh09Qc/SbptEF02B1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/0lkdgLe0Av0/s72-c/poster+9+-+9b+John+Dryden%27s+All+For+Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
