Unfortunately, I will be watching it alone. I paid some exorbitant price for the ticket as I refused to chucked at the back of the theatre and I wasn't willing to pay for Wei Chuen's ticket (which is my method of dragging him to accompany me to events that he has no interest in, like the women's tennis exhibition taking place in December here), and he would fall asleep there anyway, and I didn't think any of my friends would want to pay like, 100-something for the ticket, and I was in a hurry to buy it like I always am when I've set my sights on something, and so I decided to just go by myself.
I'm gonna be bored to death during the interval. And I'm gonna be pissed as hell after the play and I can't get a cab home. Dammit.
But - KEVIN SPACEY!!!!!!!!! I paid a lot to watch Ian McKellen as King Lear too, though that production set me back 200 bucks.
I don't even know what Richard III is about. All I know of it is that famous line about this being the winter of our discontent. Well, I'm gonna be enlightened tomorrow!
I played tennis at NUS tonight. 4 PRCs occupied the court next to mine. I wasn't that irritated with the fact that their balls kept rolling into my court; I was mildly irritated when one of my friend's new trainers rolled to the back of the PRCs' court and he left it there, intending to retrieve it later, and when he wanted to retrieve it, the ball was gone; I was a bit more irritated when one of our balls rolled to the PRCs' court and one of the guys kicked it back.
I was FUCKING IRRITATED, however, when they were done with their game and congregated around the bench where I'd placed my STELLA MCCARTNEY 300 BUCKS BAG, and they just so casually placed a racquet ON MY STELLA MCCARTNEY 300 BUCKS BAG as if NUS were their fucking house.
PLEASE LAH THIS ISN'T EVEN YOUR FUCKING COUNTRY.
Putting aside my inherent dislike for people from China, I'm sure any reasonably civic-minded person with some degree of social graces would not place an object on a stranger's belonging. In fact, any normal person would NOT pocket a stray ball at the back of the court when it's obvious that the ball isn't yours, and I've played next to Singaporeans and Vietnamese and Americans, and NONE OF THEM had ever kicked a ball back to me. That was just plain rude. The racquet on my bag thing, however, was disgusting, egregious, absolutely rude to the core, absolutely inconsiderate, and above all else, absolutely unsurprising.
I got irritated on my friend's behalf when one of the idiot girls actually ran into my friend's side of the court, within the singles sideline, when we were in the middle of a rally. No one does that. No one does that, not even the most annoying Singaporeans that I've encountered. I'm sure it makes sense that you don't disturb someone else when they're in the middle of a point even if your ball is bouncing or rolling into their court. You wait for them to finish and then you retrieve the ball. BASIC COMMON SENSE. BASIC COMMON COURTESY.
People from China, however, possess neither. Any wonder why many Singaporeans would like them to leave our country? When I heard stories about his PRC hostelmates from a colleague over lunch a week ago, I was more relieved than ever that I never stayed on campus. There's just no way in hell I can put up with idiots drying used condoms on a clothing line and drying their underwear by putting it in the microwave that everyone shares.
Seriously, I don't get it. What's happening over there? Why are these people so weird? Those PRCs at the tennis court tonight seriously couldn't leave fast enough.
On another note, my forehand sucked so bad tonight. I mistimed about 90% of the shots. My backhand actually saved my session tonight; I managed to hit it decently well and a surprising percentage of the shots did not go into the net.
But my forehand was a disaster. I was too lazy or something, too tired, whatever. Bleah. Tennis is so hard.
BUT: OMG, MY BACKHAND CROSS-COURT WINNER WAS RESSURECTED FOR ONE SHOT TODAY. IT FELT SO FUCKING GOOD. YES. YES. YES. IT'S NOT DEAD. ALL I NEED IS THE RARE GOOD DAY WHEN I'M ACTUALLY HITTING IT WELL, WHICH IS LIKE, MAYBE 10% OF THE TIME.
I'm very sleepy. I really despise waking up early in the morning to go to work. It's almost midnight which means it's...bedtime. Fuck.