Burma

Today, i was rather productive. I signed the lease on the house, i bought some stuff from Sainsbury's, including way too much value line chocolate [only 27p a bar] and some tea's, then i came back and decided that to be productive i should write a short story. So i did. It's called Felicity, and it's about a girl who meets a Fairy named Felicity. I quite like it. It's a proper short story, not just a random rant with a bit of description here and there. I'm actually quite proud of myself, for doing something productive that i wouldn't normally have the drive to do.

I enjoyed writing it too. It was a lot like blogging, just with more thought involved as i was actually having to articulate a concept, an idea, and not just speal away for only my better understanding. Then i got a bit bored of story writing, and went to see this play, The Burma Play, with Hg. Now, she thinks it was good, but i think it was trying to cram too much into too short a time [100 years of history, ie. the complete history of the burmese people, into only an hour] but my opionion is slightly undermined by the fact that i sort of fell asleep halfway through. There was a discussion afterwards, with the director, scripwritor etc. sat up on chairs on the stage, which was quite interesting. It made up for the jumpy nature of the play.

A burnese woman took the mic, and had a little schpeel. It was much better than the guy who swore when he had the mic. She spoke about how scared burmese people are, despite living in the UK, to even attend a play illustrating the attrocities commited by the military junta in case, upon arrival home, they or their families were hurt. That was probably the best bit.

Then we came back, got a little Happy and then watched Waterloo Road. It was actually quite funny. Then i finished the rest of my story..i think the Happiness helped slightly as i couldn't before overcome the mental block of "what the fuck is this fairy supposed to say to her."