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Moving things along…

“Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more. It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.”

 

~ Macbeth ~

 

“To be, or not to be–that is the question:

Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles

And by opposing end them.”

 

~ Hamlet ~

 

 

I’m not a big fan of Shakespeare. Suffice to say that I am acquainted with his work. Well, who isn’t? I think even a small kid would be at least familiar with one of his work, be it a play or a poem.

 

Anyway, I would say that I’m more partial to his plays than the poems he has penned.  I guess it’s because I’ve always loved the theatre. I can’t really pinpoint a reason why I like it. Perhaps it’s the live action? Unfortunately, my family has never ever shared my sentiments. My brother would rather watch a movie than take in any life performances. I guess that’s why I can actually count on one finger the number of times I’ve been to a theatre production. But that’s all gonna change now. Moving back to KL has made me realised the things I’ve been missing out. I want to give in to my little bitsy desires. You know, like meeting up with friends, taking in a play now & then, going to an art exhibition, taking a day trip to somewhere for a little r & r etc.

 

This time is not just pure procrastination lah. I’ve actually started on my list. Just a few days ago I was at the Actor’s Studio, Bangsar for the play “Mama’s Wedding”. It was hilarious. I really enjoyed the banter among the three sisters. The entire play was delivered in English with a bit of Malay injected here and there. It was unique in a sense that the play was based on phone conversations alone. There were some quirky Eurasian jokes which added some fun to it too. Sometimes, I felt like I was a part of the family coz some of the going-ons seemed so familiar.

 

Well, enough about that. I can’t wait for the next play end of this month. But first I’ve got to convince JK to go with me again. You know, I’m actually on a mission now as well. I’m trying my best to educate JK on the finer things in life i.e. specifically exposing him more towards the aesthetic side of it. He’s just working too hard. It’s a good thing that he’s playing along with me. So far, he hasn’t complained. Thank God for that. I’m planning to take him to an art exhibition this month. I’ve always wanted to go to one. You know, just for the experience. Let’s see how that turns out later.    

 

Anyhow, let’s rewind & go back to the night of the play. We went for dinner at WIP, BSC prior to the performance. I actually read up on the eatery before we ventured there. So, I knew what I was going to order. As for JK, he’s a bit “selective” when it comes to food. He usually prefers places which menus come with pictures of the food items. He needs to see beforehand what he’ll be trying. Well, unfortunately, WIP’s menu only came with words. So, he took a chance & ordered something which name had a nice sound to it.

 

Anyway, I ordered a Chicken Makanwala.  It was boneless chicken cooked in a tangy butter sauce.  The dish also came with green peas and mushroom masala, raitha, a salad and papadum. He ordered a Chicken Tikka, something like that. It was actually tandoori chicken. I could see from his expression when it was served that he would have preferred his usual fish & chips. Now, I need to mention that JK is not a fan of curried food coz his system just isn’t built for it. But I’ve never really believed him until that night.

 

Erm, we shared our orders & halfway through the meal I could see tiny droplets of water on his forehead. Mind you we were in an air-conditioned room. Thank God he wasn’t sweating profusely. However, I did see tiny beats of water glistening on his head. I didn’t know whether to laugh or to have pity on him. I had to request for extra ice. Poor dear! The food wasn’t really spicy for me. But for him it was like gun powder. I think it was mine that caused him to perspire. I guess that really rules out Malay or Indian food for us. No curry stuff from now onwards!

 
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Posted by on November 16, 2008 in Entertainment, Food, Leisure, Life in Transition

 

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