Dont Look Back in Anger

Six solid days in theatre, 2000 people, all assembled to witness the Bard's genius. Now that it's over, I can call it 'Macbeth' and damn hell I will. My personal experience in this play was one of long journeys, shuttling between work and work, late exhausting nights, putting up with twats, and repetitive monotony. But thats just being bitchy. It was heaps of fun too, a great learning opportunity, a very memorable experience, and meeting fabulous, dedicated and talented (not to mention good-looking) people. So, I'm looking back on this with great fondness, not in anger. Well, at least the party had free curry and booze.

Weekly Digest

it's been yet another good week, something very common in recent months. night cycling with liyana, squash with rudy and general mucking around has been great fun.





i turn to rudy as we're sitting on 158 to the train station, and tell him how im beginning to realise that i will actually miss some parts of this place very badly. and this really boggles me - how come im only beginning to enjoy myself a few months before i leave? it beggars belief, irony.

This Ain't A Scene, It's A Goddamn Arms Race

One would think that getting someplace from home on a Friday afternoon would be a cinch. Ahmad and I were woefully mistaken, leaving my home for Marina Country Club to catch the Ubin ferry. So, thanks to a cabbie from 846th stage of pre-incarnation, the apparent non-existence of Punggol MRT station, the ghost town that Punggol is, and the cheek of Singaporeans to turn their nose at running hitchhikers, we were well late.




The irony of being so stressed to get to our island getaway was not lost on us and gratefully we were allowed to wind down on the ferry. Crossing the island on wheels, the boys getting hurt, soaking in a pool of chlorine, Puaka-climbing and quarry hunting, we passed one bridge many times. This was the bridge where an RJC girl had drowned, back when I was in primary school, the incident that introduced "sluice" to our collective vocabulary and something that must have been branded in the memory of her schoolmates.




So we took time, a few minutes each time at the bridge to remember her, as we would want to be if we had died horribly at a sluice gate a world away from home. Though, truth be told, months away from D-day, if I were to die a world away from home, I'd like it to be in a blaze of glory.



And please remember me.

son day

Behind the bar at CCSG


Jackson is a polar bear


"yet, here's a spot!"


im sitting next to the witches' "cauldron", which is atop a high table. as i turn my head to look at it, chan bee bee's obituary stares back at me. you gotta miss this lady.

Why I Travelled the Island

For friends, no less. It's a good time to visit Jun Ren again, only my second time and long overdue. It's also finally time to give Sherman and Victor their souvenirs from down under. What it wasnt time for, though, was to get to know Corinne better. So no-one else turns up at St. James and i'm very very late. She's nowhere to be found so i get to go home at 3a.m. and, dead tired, was a little grateful for that. What a pity, if only she knew that i travelled the island for her too. Maybe then she'd be a little happier.

Odyssey

The argonauts said that it was the journey that mattered, not life. We, the argonauts of an ailing sensibility, say that it is not living that matters, but feeling.
The Book of Disquiet, Fernando Pessoa

Two funerals, the plodding completion of Pessoa's epic, and a new job seems to herald something, though i dont know what it is just yet. Wei Yang and I pay a visit to DHS@ Mt. Sinai and it's... complicated, for lack of words and an intellectual laziness. Chan Bee Bee passed away from cancer about a month ago - no chance to thank her for her immense help in math; she prolly doesnt know that her handwriting and math tips are still on my bedroom wall right now. Note: Googling her name, it's apparent the influence she's had on so many kids like me.

Maybe it's the miasma of April, or maybe it's global warming, but now seems to be the time to take things in perspective. Well at least as long as there's a school in this campus, we can be certain they're not gonna tear it down.


i take a deep breath and tell wei yang to take my picture


dhs paraphernalia crowd the concourse area. it's shocking, but gives way to high mirth in wei yang and i...


...this being one reason why. i mean, seriously, guys. plus her hair! and if you look closely into her picture, you can see the fat dhs mascots in the background. because dunmanians really think the ideal bmi is 250, which isnt difficult if you're playing the gu zheng all the time.


and heartbreak central. the squash courts are now... chinese and english drama rooms. how fucked is that? i mean... it's parquet flooring! learn to play squash you knobheads!


and of course, how could they ever understand the potential of lt 2.5?