today was good. in a really slack way.
i only attended 2 lectures! and i stayed awake!! berns came to rj today to sell his oddcoupletix. bought 4. yeah. the final 4. anyway.

hcjc has a very beautiful campus. but chinese high's campus is 10 times prettier. it's got this damn river flowing through the school lar. reminds me abit of sentosa, but nevermind. the compound is CHIO man. and it's really nice to see the tchs kiddoes living as one with the hc korkors and jiejies. guess we'll be seeing some semblance of that next year. kampung istimewa, here i come!

syf! i think syf is an arena for schools' drama clubs to put up cheem plays and go abstract and avant-garde with their pieces. as aps and i noted, a disturbing trend that linked 3 out of 4 of the plays was the psychotic people, the "who are you?" identity crisis/fingers pointing kinda question and the plain weirdness of it all.

breakdown - pjc had this piece which i presume was localised or set in bombay or probably set in some inter-racial ghetto shits backstreets district that modeled itself based on the columbine shootings. well, the pace was too fast. rattling off non-stop. it was rather bad, if you ask me. the acting was rather contrived too, and you could see the fat mother in a sari rolling around on the floor after she got killed. hello? like she had no reaction lar. she went, how could you kill him (father, dead and sprawled on ground already) and (pretend) bawling her eyes out even as protagonist aimed the rifle at her. i think you could tell that they were trying to max out the participation by having a gargantuan cast with cameo/token roles. too bad, it'll result in a COP like matin says. i agree. one more final rant - they totally spoilt the "bangbang" song in killbill. it's so unexclusive now, haha. spoils my memory of dfest.

tpjc has a fantabulous set. very naturalistic, very real, very detailed. but it was another one of those psycho plays. like coming of age of this young japanese girls. the customes, the sets, the abstract stuff inside like the imagery of blood and a red cloth draped over her. that was good. really loved the guys cross-dressing as the geisha dolls. really nice toddling around and the pseudo-falsetto-highpitched squeaks. and the white curtains! gosh i'm gushing about this piece.

next! nj did this feel good piece, but too bad i was so zonked out i was sleeping most of the time. (oops) i got the feel they were purposely pushing it overthetop, which is good cos it was a play about a fairytale (interesting concept) and i saw ashwin acting! good as always. it was really funny.

rj one was better this time around, better than the lt1 version. really loved yingchun's acting. yup, i honestly think that play was the most psychotic one, what with the animalistic howlings that remind me of matthew spoofing the animal song by savage garden. and the most absurdist one, with really no head or tail - but just a writhing, red body. gosh! that choreographer sure did some good work. more usage of space? i don't know. and it was quite amusing to see the striptease into crimson lycra. yup, but at least they looked more like fishes. salmon, to be exact. and the rivell. yeah. reiteration of the life cycle at the very end in a more legible voice was a good thing too.

enough of that. watched calendar girls later which is very hilarious! go watch it.. it's about feeling good about yourself i guess. and i couldn't believe it was actually true.. gosh. the things people do.

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anyway, been thinking about stuff. it's funny how people you want to see, you never see. and people you want to forget, or rather slot in a different section of your heart, so that you can move on in a different direction, keep appearing to get you hooked again. in that sense the old is pushing away the new. back to square one, with a simple question and a bright innocent smile. oh my gosh. just a little bit, just a little bit, to get you crazy again, oooh just sing that refrain. right. i'm just so happy again.

right. how can i actually live through such a dichotomy? how can it even exist. it's not right to begin with. it's like an alternating current! (how fun, to see a lit student continually fall back on terrible scientific analogies, like large intestine imageries) seriously, it's not natural and it shouldn't be allowed to remain. but i don't know what to do about it, i really don't. i think i can finally make my decision after i've enjoyed the sensations of putting one foot in hot water and the other in ice water, then putting both in the tub of warm water. but that must mean i must truly enjoy both experiences to make an informed choice. (perfect competition! i know my econs!)

ayyy. that sms today. i'm suddenly inclined to follow crap's advice given about a month ago. gosh. the possibilities. haha. sheesh. it was so sweet!

i'm always switching. i really don't know. if you zoom out in the greater picture of things, i'm kinda screwed, because now instead of just one foot, i've plunged headfirst, head-over-heels into the boiling water.
quixoticka eulogized @ 11:39:00 pm