arrived one hour earlier than my appt time today. so woodlands is not that far after all. i quite un-wisely decided to walk to the place which is abt 2 bus-stops from the mrt station. the distance wasn't far, but i wasn't expecting the place to sprawl across acres of land and they put the main entrance at some ulu corner away from the main road. so i had to walk a whole big detour to get into the compound and then the office.
along the way i was walking below the mrt tracks where i heard someone singing. it was a busy and noisy road and i was some distance away from the tracks so it must take a mega radio to blast so loudly i could hear. i scanned the empty land to check out the mega radio and realised it was someone singing. a chinese/vietnamese/filipino (not sure which one) lady was training her voice. it was a really powerful opera sort of singing, but the song sounded oriental. dun think she was expecting anyone to notice cos no one is dumb enough to walk along the ulu tracks (except yours truly). it was quite amusing but i respect and admire her jing shen.
it's a gd thing she wasn't practising at night. haha. and if i'm there too juggling my green light balls...wah best. sure appear in damien sim's book.
the appt ended at 2.30 and i was meeting the folks at 6.30. had a few hrs to kill. went to watch eternal sunshine at lido. i was pretty reluctant to go watch a movie alone in the orchard area. it's like holding up a poster that says "i have no friends". i managed to convince myself that it was because of my own insecurities and i shld just do what i want and ignore what others think. it wasn't easy, but i'm glad i made myself deal with it.
come to think of it, why do pple need to watch movies with frens anyway? i mean, it's not like we talk or do anything communal while the show is on, it's pretty much an individual, isolated activity. nothing wrong with watching with company, but it's become such a norm that one wonders why there's such a need. a dinner alone and a dinner with friends is quite different, but watching a show alone or with pple ard is pretty much a similar experience (unless one belongs to the ought-to-be-persecuted category of pple who discusses story lines while the show is on, effectively dubbing the show by drowning out the audio).
i suspect the reason behind is that we are just afraid to be seen alone. it's why some pple die die must find someone to sit with during lectures, even if it's with someone you dun know well. maybe i feel this way cos i'm the insecure one here, instead of pointing fingers to everyone at large. haha. oh well i get uncomfortable being seen alone, in lectures and in city cinemas, but i try not to let it get in the way of what i want to do. it's fun to observe the emotions my insecure state of mind throws up. :)
eternal sunshine is good. it's artistic, nicely directed, good story and most importanly, understandable. haha. after In the Mood for Love, i'm terrified of artistic films. xiwen had to wash her face at the toilet to get through the show, i couldn't understand an inch of it, but everyone's hailing it as a masterpiece. it wasn't the most boring show i've seen. Portrait of a Lady (which steph pulled me to watch. i've never allowed her to forget that crime..haha) and Joe vs the Volcano (i was 5 i think and started playing with the badly oiled chair thereby providing an extra creaking soundtrack to the show) were the undisputed most boring shows ever.
Eternal sunshine wasn't pow-wow brilliant (but it's gd). i can't think of any shows that pow-wowed me, though i'm sure there are a few. the korean grandmother/grandson show was pretty good, marvin's room was great too. I'm totally in love with marvin's room, i think of it almost like a spiritual manual. here's a great line: "it isn't their love for me that makes me lucky, it's the amount of love i have for them that makes me lucky." uttered by the character who devoted her whole life to taking care of her paralysed dad and senile aunt. great show.
went to meet angie, shimei and linx. huiying has been deported to korea. they spared no effort in letting me know that my dressing is NOT formal ("where's your jacket? huh no jacket?? you went like that?!") and my purple file is not cool for formal events ("is it to match your blouse?"). :)
all of them (the med students dun know their results yet) did pretty well and they are probably the closest frens i have to living the singaporean dream. and they all look very happy and contended too, rightly so cos they have much to be happy abt. feel glad for them. :)
and of course my hyperactive mind starts churning out stuff for me to deal with. issues like veering from the path and such. one thing i respect abt min jiang is that he really doesn't care abt perceptions and just pursues what he adores with fervour. i will like to do that too, but on some level i know i won't be able to handle social pressure.
oh well.
peace.
quote of the day:
Joel: "I live a boring life."
Clementine: "Are you afraid of that? i mean, i'm afraid of that. i'm afraid that i wouldn't be able to explore all the possibilities that life gives me."
PS: i was reminising abt the happiest event of my life thus far (helping an old man out) while walking home and thinking my happiness might be direct good karma from helping the old man and while deep in thought i stepped on a snail. like totally crushed it. karma indeed. Argh! it still grosses me out. i'm gutted.
along the way i was walking below the mrt tracks where i heard someone singing. it was a busy and noisy road and i was some distance away from the tracks so it must take a mega radio to blast so loudly i could hear. i scanned the empty land to check out the mega radio and realised it was someone singing. a chinese/vietnamese/filipino (not sure which one) lady was training her voice. it was a really powerful opera sort of singing, but the song sounded oriental. dun think she was expecting anyone to notice cos no one is dumb enough to walk along the ulu tracks (except yours truly). it was quite amusing but i respect and admire her jing shen.
it's a gd thing she wasn't practising at night. haha. and if i'm there too juggling my green light balls...wah best. sure appear in damien sim's book.
the appt ended at 2.30 and i was meeting the folks at 6.30. had a few hrs to kill. went to watch eternal sunshine at lido. i was pretty reluctant to go watch a movie alone in the orchard area. it's like holding up a poster that says "i have no friends". i managed to convince myself that it was because of my own insecurities and i shld just do what i want and ignore what others think. it wasn't easy, but i'm glad i made myself deal with it.
come to think of it, why do pple need to watch movies with frens anyway? i mean, it's not like we talk or do anything communal while the show is on, it's pretty much an individual, isolated activity. nothing wrong with watching with company, but it's become such a norm that one wonders why there's such a need. a dinner alone and a dinner with friends is quite different, but watching a show alone or with pple ard is pretty much a similar experience (unless one belongs to the ought-to-be-persecuted category of pple who discusses story lines while the show is on, effectively dubbing the show by drowning out the audio).
i suspect the reason behind is that we are just afraid to be seen alone. it's why some pple die die must find someone to sit with during lectures, even if it's with someone you dun know well. maybe i feel this way cos i'm the insecure one here, instead of pointing fingers to everyone at large. haha. oh well i get uncomfortable being seen alone, in lectures and in city cinemas, but i try not to let it get in the way of what i want to do. it's fun to observe the emotions my insecure state of mind throws up. :)
eternal sunshine is good. it's artistic, nicely directed, good story and most importanly, understandable. haha. after In the Mood for Love, i'm terrified of artistic films. xiwen had to wash her face at the toilet to get through the show, i couldn't understand an inch of it, but everyone's hailing it as a masterpiece. it wasn't the most boring show i've seen. Portrait of a Lady (which steph pulled me to watch. i've never allowed her to forget that crime..haha) and Joe vs the Volcano (i was 5 i think and started playing with the badly oiled chair thereby providing an extra creaking soundtrack to the show) were the undisputed most boring shows ever.
Eternal sunshine wasn't pow-wow brilliant (but it's gd). i can't think of any shows that pow-wowed me, though i'm sure there are a few. the korean grandmother/grandson show was pretty good, marvin's room was great too. I'm totally in love with marvin's room, i think of it almost like a spiritual manual. here's a great line: "it isn't their love for me that makes me lucky, it's the amount of love i have for them that makes me lucky." uttered by the character who devoted her whole life to taking care of her paralysed dad and senile aunt. great show.
went to meet angie, shimei and linx. huiying has been deported to korea. they spared no effort in letting me know that my dressing is NOT formal ("where's your jacket? huh no jacket?? you went like that?!") and my purple file is not cool for formal events ("is it to match your blouse?"). :)
all of them (the med students dun know their results yet) did pretty well and they are probably the closest frens i have to living the singaporean dream. and they all look very happy and contended too, rightly so cos they have much to be happy abt. feel glad for them. :)
and of course my hyperactive mind starts churning out stuff for me to deal with. issues like veering from the path and such. one thing i respect abt min jiang is that he really doesn't care abt perceptions and just pursues what he adores with fervour. i will like to do that too, but on some level i know i won't be able to handle social pressure.
oh well.
peace.
quote of the day:
Joel: "I live a boring life."
Clementine: "Are you afraid of that? i mean, i'm afraid of that. i'm afraid that i wouldn't be able to explore all the possibilities that life gives me."
PS: i was reminising abt the happiest event of my life thus far (helping an old man out) while walking home and thinking my happiness might be direct good karma from helping the old man and while deep in thought i stepped on a snail. like totally crushed it. karma indeed. Argh! it still grosses me out. i'm gutted.
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