Music: Brimful of Asha (Fatboy Slim Remix)

You're having an exam. It's not overly difficult, but time is speeding away and you're struggling to get everything you can extract from your brain onto the answer sheet and design some stuff on the fly too.

At the same time, you've got techno music impossibly stuck in your head. *rolls eyes*

There's dancing
Behind movie scenes
Behind the movie scenes
Asha Boshle
She's the one who keeps the dream alive
From the morning past the evening to the end of the light

Brimful of Asha on the 45
Well it’s a brimful of Asha on the 45
Brimful of Asha on the 45
Well it’s a brimful of Asha on the 45

According to the cheat sheet I stuck up on the last post, I now have to talk about the things that have occurred in my life. I already did exams, so now dinners with new friends and 4.48 Psychosis.

Last week I went to see 4.48 Psychosis at KLPac, purely because I am one of those people who goes to theater every now and again to prove that they are superior to the rest of the human race. This man brought me, so he must be God by comparison.

He also brought his friend named Allie, who I thought was named Elly, and we saw the play, which Amazon.com tells me is about a woman who went insane because of the unrequited love of a person she would never meet. I didn't see it from that angle, or in fact from the same angle as most people in the theater, literally, because they sat us in a large circle around an Escher-esque stage where three actors stood halfway between darkness and shadow, and delivered dialogue so difficult to memorize there must have been punching bags in the rehearsal rooms.

Imagine memorizing an hour's worth of words. Now realize that most of these words do not possess any kind of flow, logical construction, or in fact discernible sentence structure half the time. I read here that the play was written without stage directions or characters, it was essentially the last monologue of English playwright Sarah Kane who hanged herself shortly thereafter, obviously due to psychosis.

The title is in homage to the time in the morning she frequently woke, and was calm for an hour and twelve minutes, before descending back into the madness.

But instead of swan songing into the black, I instead went to dinner with Allie and Nick, and we discussed webcomics, movies, southern comfort, and the weirdness of life. It was one of those dinners you want to happen every night for the rest of your life, even until 4.48.