i'm feeling cultured. i watched a musical! AND i didn't fall asleep after the intermission. which is a first. :) it's not me, it's my attention deficiency disorder. ha. anyway. it was FUUNNN! :D when u go in they give you lightsticks and balloons and party whistles and clickers and stuff! that was the first promising sign. heehee. plus i got to see the new national library! (hey don't smirk, i bet half of you haven't seen it either. and looking at the outside doesn't count. ha! ;p) walked a hundred miles to get there, and SMU tried to pass itself off as the library, but no, i was not fooled for a second - not me! i marched up and got sam to ask the security guard (who looked suspiciously like the flyswatter-wielding lady at our gate) for directions.
SO. the escalators are the most exciting! it's all stopped, n you'll think it's spoiled, but when u're just about to feel resolutely stairs-climbingly healthy, it just whirrs off beneath your feet! from zero to full speed in 1.2s. amazing. anyway anyway... the PLAY! when the thing was about to start, this accentless voice came on and intoned 'o-i. sleeping beauty.' it sounded ODD. o-i. vs OI!! - OI!! wins hands down! but i supposed it's hard to calmly and pleasantly go OI!! well, forgiven. yeah it's a W!LDRICE production, and in true singaporean style it was a chance to parody our beloved government. sleepy multi-racial kampong villages... the 3 fairy godaunties of the North South and East - malay, hindi and chinese respectively, and of course the wicked witch of the WEST. and after the princess sleeps for a hundred years she wakes up in singacorp, introduced by a bunch of kids with notepads furiously scribbling every word from this automaton's lips - straight from the horse's mouth! just the teeniest itsy-bitsiest bit familiar huh. haha... but it was cool, cos it was interactive! - they asked us silly questions and we gave silly answers and generally just shouted for the heck of it. :D but sam was too dignified! he didn't wanna shout; so i shouted extra loud for him. :p well no i didn't (i'm dignified too, or semi-dignified) but the little boy beside him did! once he became so hair-tossingly hysterical his father had to click his leash on. 
hmm. but at times even through the hilarity I could feel my hair stand on end; it was rather chillingly true. Laughing at robotic ppl striding most purposefully around, with nowhere much to go; intently gesticulating to someone who cannot see them, or staring intently at a screen slightly bigger than a postage stamp. Then I stop and think: hey that’s me! Ha. As Huxley says: a really efficient totalitarian state would be one in which the all-powerful executive controls a population of slaves who do not have to be coerced, because they love their servitude. Yup, we love working incessantly. Or training. It’s become a way of life, or rather, it’s become our life.