Intrigue <cont’d-3>
2 weeks in a row I have not had a reading session for my play. I don’t think I am actively avoiding having mine done in class; I think it just doesn’t happen. Sure I would love it to have it read by the class so as to elicit comments and critiques to refine it. It’s the "pride" and "be-proud-of-your-play" thing! Okay, so I kind of dread the critiques but I also wholly agree they are part and parcel of a creative process, much-needed for well-formed ideas. I concur with Marcus in that I would want feedback for my play, which in this case here would be to have others figure out if the ending works for them.
Oh, don’t get me wrong here. I’m not complaining about the lack of reading. My little miss here has allowed me to get a glimpse of a much more diverse range of plays by others. I can’t tell if it’s me being the Computing student, or just me in general, in that most that I’ve written seems to fall along the lines of love and sexuality. "Rotes", I tell you. My fellow playwrights have indeed a superb range of imagination. I am indeed honoured to have been a part of this experience, gaining many useful insights and ideas.
The last lesson of EN2271 was held at Huzir’s place. An evening of "high art and nasi padang". Huilin wrote a completely new play which evoked a "Wizard of Oz meets Alice In Wonderland" feeling. Alissa’s play about a play is still my favourite: Witty lines and compelling characters. Douglas’ bloodied-ending caught me off-guard at first till I kind of figured there was a point in the play ending that way. The continuation of Faith’s play included a death as well but argh — I want to know how it really ends! Sulastri’s solipsistic piece has made me reviewed my personal opinions that one-man acts are generally uninteresting. The rest of us (Marcus, Haza, Benita and I) got to just sit back, eat, drink, relax and read for the evening =)
Anyway, I’ve been rambling on for quite a few entries about how everything is "coming to an end". Well this may very well be it! Urgh, I cannot even begin to describe the feeling I had in me when I reached NUS after our lesson ended beyond the witching hour. Perhaps I shall write about it somewhere else more appropriate…
As you may have noticed, this post has not been tagged with the "Last Post" tag I usually give to the concluding posts of my Module Blogs. I’ll probably write a summary of sorts some time in the future when the dust has truly settled.
