Lemon Juice Day/Chop Suey Day
2004-08-29 @ 11:17 p.m.

I'm absolutely swamped with work, and it's because I've been procrastinating too much. GP essay, European History essay, Antony & Cleopatra essay, and PW survey. I desperately need Tuesday and Wednesday to clear my work. It's either that, or push everything back to the holidays, and hand in late work with a sheepish grin. Damn, case study lecture test for Economics is on Friday, not to mention two papers for French. Have been reading the grammar notes at the MOELC website, and they're very enlightening. Some of the things I've been taught over the past four years make a lot more sense, because now there are reasons for all the strange grammatical rules. Argh, I hate work! Never mind, I'm still feeling rather happy after seeing Dead Certain yesterday. We must set up some sort of regular theatre-goers group! Dead Certain was damn good, a pity that so few people went to see it. The theatre was pretty empty yesterday, and I'm quite certain that there was a bunch of gays there last night. Two memorable lines from last night:

You think, therefore you are. I think, therefore you appear to be. (This is one of those weird lines that wouldn't be out of place in The Matrix.)

The main purpose of punishment is to re-empower the victim, so that he can begin to feel better about himself. (Interesting argument for capital punishment. Worth remembering.)

To compress two hours into a few sentences, it was a play within a play within a play. Michael (Mark Thwaite) and Elizabeth (Beatrice Chia) read the parts of Mike and Liz, who are in turn reading the parts of Mick and Liza. The catch? All three plays have identical plots, which exactly mirror events that have just taken place seconds ago at the time when the script is read. Initially, one might suspect that Elizabeth's clairvoyant, but it soon becomes apparent that she's just playing mind games with Michael. She's orchestrated events in such a way that he can only respond in a certain manner. She's presumably motivated by her desire to bring him to his senses, to stop wasting his life away. I'm still convinced that she had a death wish too, despite her claims to the contrary. The whole thing ends with a bang, literally. It was a live gunshot, which I spent the entire two hours anticipating. The four of us spent a helluva lot of time after the play ended just standing on the pavement, discussing the whole thing. It's quite creepy, possibly creepier than The Woman In Black. Good stuff...