what a tragedy
Oh, nothing bad happened.
Just that I haven't exactly been studying...revising...like I should...
Watched 'Thursday Night Live with Harith Iskandar' an hour ago, and he interviewed a few people, including Yasmin Ahmad and Syafinaz Selamat (the other judge in One in A Million). Funny and all, but it got a bit boring when he called up several friends - like Jason Lo and Sazzy Falak - to ask them what does Merdeka mean to them.
Anyway...it's Merdeka Day, so -
Contrary to popular belief, Tunku Abdul Rahman said those words more than three times on the 31st of August 1957. (Was it five times or seven? Er...)
So, I spent the first few hours of 31st August doing nothing much...which counts as last night really. Read a bit of Wilde's play, Lady Windermere's Fan, and it wasn't as funny as his other one, The Importance of Being Earnest. Fan had a more serious tone, with themes on society, hypocrisy, deceit, infidelity and love. But Earnest was funny, though the character Algernon got on my nerves after a bit. Maybe he should have followed his beloved Bunbury and explode along with his darling ailing friend. (Too much cucumber sandwiches and muffins, gah!) And I would have liked to see Cecily and Gwendolen getting into a real bitch fight...instead of being so understanding and sisterly after they realised that both Jack and Algernon had deceived them.
Fan had a more confusing plot though, with misunderstandings and lies going through the whole play. Lady Windermere is jealous of the new woman in town, Mrs Erlynne, because her husband seems to pay too much attention to her. Lady Windermere nearly leaves her husband for Lord Darlington (bit too fuddy-duddy for me, personally) but is prevented from doing so by Mrs Erlynne. Then later in the play, Wilde informs the reader that Mrs Erlynne is actually Margaret Windermere's mother who had abandoned her a few months after her birth; Margaret was brought up to believe that her mother was dead. Lord Windermere had given Mrs Erlynne an unnecessary - and exorbitant - amount of money to save her from dishonour, and thereby prevent Society from discovering that Mrs Erlynne is in fact Lady Windermere's mother.
Okay. My fingers are protesting.
Read Joyce's The Dead last night - shouldn't have, 3 a.m. and reading about death *shudder* - and that story...well...left quite a deep impression compared to the other stories in Dubliners. It ended the collection in a sombre tone; kinda anti-climactic after all the excitement.
I've been reading about Gaiman's graphic novel series The Sandman today...only on Wiki though. Looks very interesting, especially the character of Death, who is portrayed as a young goth girl in black - quite attractive too - and unlike the traditional Grim Reaper with his scythe and black cloak. (I did like DEATH in Pratchett's Discworld; the guy likes curry and cats and has a horse named Binky. Oh, and a granddaughter named Susan who refuses to acknowledge his existence. Technically, you can't deny the existence of Death...but she just doesn't let people know that she has a grandfather...who is DEATH. Ha.)
Well, that's about it for today...
If my dream was true, then everything we know, everything we think we know is a lie. It means the world's about as solid and as reliable as a layer of scum on the top of a well of black water which goes down forever, and there are things in the depths that I don't even want to think about. It means that we're just dolls. We don't have a clue what's really going down, we just kid ourselves that we're in control of our lives while a paper's thickness away things that would drive us mad if we thought about them for too long play with us, and move us around from room to room, and put us away at night when they're tired, or bored.
~ Rose Walker
Just that I haven't exactly been studying...revising...like I should...
Watched 'Thursday Night Live with Harith Iskandar' an hour ago, and he interviewed a few people, including Yasmin Ahmad and Syafinaz Selamat (the other judge in One in A Million). Funny and all, but it got a bit boring when he called up several friends - like Jason Lo and Sazzy Falak - to ask them what does Merdeka mean to them.
Anyway...it's Merdeka Day, so -
MERDEKA! MERDEKA! MERDEKA!
Contrary to popular belief, Tunku Abdul Rahman said those words more than three times on the 31st of August 1957. (Was it five times or seven? Er...)
So, I spent the first few hours of 31st August doing nothing much...which counts as last night really. Read a bit of Wilde's play, Lady Windermere's Fan, and it wasn't as funny as his other one, The Importance of Being Earnest. Fan had a more serious tone, with themes on society, hypocrisy, deceit, infidelity and love. But Earnest was funny, though the character Algernon got on my nerves after a bit. Maybe he should have followed his beloved Bunbury and explode along with his darling ailing friend. (Too much cucumber sandwiches and muffins, gah!) And I would have liked to see Cecily and Gwendolen getting into a real bitch fight...instead of being so understanding and sisterly after they realised that both Jack and Algernon had deceived them.
Fan had a more confusing plot though, with misunderstandings and lies going through the whole play. Lady Windermere is jealous of the new woman in town, Mrs Erlynne, because her husband seems to pay too much attention to her. Lady Windermere nearly leaves her husband for Lord Darlington (bit too fuddy-duddy for me, personally) but is prevented from doing so by Mrs Erlynne. Then later in the play, Wilde informs the reader that Mrs Erlynne is actually Margaret Windermere's mother who had abandoned her a few months after her birth; Margaret was brought up to believe that her mother was dead. Lord Windermere had given Mrs Erlynne an unnecessary - and exorbitant - amount of money to save her from dishonour, and thereby prevent Society from discovering that Mrs Erlynne is in fact Lady Windermere's mother.
Okay. My fingers are protesting.
Read Joyce's The Dead last night - shouldn't have, 3 a.m. and reading about death *shudder* - and that story...well...left quite a deep impression compared to the other stories in Dubliners. It ended the collection in a sombre tone; kinda anti-climactic after all the excitement.
I've been reading about Gaiman's graphic novel series The Sandman today...only on Wiki though. Looks very interesting, especially the character of Death, who is portrayed as a young goth girl in black - quite attractive too - and unlike the traditional Grim Reaper with his scythe and black cloak. (I did like DEATH in Pratchett's Discworld; the guy likes curry and cats and has a horse named Binky. Oh, and a granddaughter named Susan who refuses to acknowledge his existence. Technically, you can't deny the existence of Death...but she just doesn't let people know that she has a grandfather...who is DEATH. Ha.)
Well, that's about it for today...
If my dream was true, then everything we know, everything we think we know is a lie. It means the world's about as solid and as reliable as a layer of scum on the top of a well of black water which goes down forever, and there are things in the depths that I don't even want to think about. It means that we're just dolls. We don't have a clue what's really going down, we just kid ourselves that we're in control of our lives while a paper's thickness away things that would drive us mad if we thought about them for too long play with us, and move us around from room to room, and put us away at night when they're tired, or bored.
~ Rose Walker
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