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Feeling... hungry Happiness of the day: shopping today with my family and actually having fun. Event of the week: going back to malaysia this weekend I am watching a lot of shows this year for the arts festival. My god, I'm going broke. But I think I'm gonna enjoy myself. There's something about going to the theatre that is always special. Maybe because I'm really just roleplaying...playing an arty farty person, y'know, complete with the unique I-don't-care-what-you-mere-mortals-think style. Or maybe because it is such a luxury. of course, I've watched a lot of performances over this year at uiuc, because of my involvement as an usher. But it's different, ushering is like a social event, to talk to fellow ushers, to make patrons happy - it's a service. Half of the night has more to do with other people than the show. But when I pay for tickets and get to sit down comfortably and expect to be impressed by the performance, I feel like a taitai at a spa. Like "I'm a customer, come on and please me." An actual experience is of course not like that at all, because we're talking about the flowing of creativity, ideas, feelings. not like in a spa definitely. heh. bad analogy. sorry. heh. Going to an art performance, to me, is a whole night experience, something that I would look forward to, and prepare for, indulging in the feeling of anticipation. I would dress nice, walk like a proper lady, assume a more quiet attitude...vastly different from my usual self, I assure you. Or at least, I try to do all that. ahem. I also try to remember all the shows that I've watched. It's difficult, since I've watched so many, but I try. Perhaps just the theme of the show, or one particular touching/strange/impactful part, or one particular feeling I had. Like for example, I'm not sure if I ever talked about it here, but one of the first few chinese plays I watched, was called "Ma-jie's box" or something like that. It was wonderful, in my 15-year-old opinion, because it touched me. It actually made me cry then...I was that engrossed in that play. Now, I don't remember the story anymore, I don't remember which part made me cry. But I remember the feeling...in Chinese, I would say I was feeling xin suan which literally translates to mean a "sourness in the heart". If that makes sense at all. Ahh...I remember that show. Anyhow, I'm definitely not an arty farty person. Don't ask me what a dance means, I probably am as clueless as you are. now that I think of it, watching so many shows is probably an overdose. Argh. But please, I'm just trying to have a good time, and this happens to be something I enjoy... unfortunately, it seems like I have expensive tastes. Damn, if only I can be satisfied with just TV/cable. At least I don't have to pay for watching the TV at home. | |