Jolly Folly, Mighty Morphin'

ive soOne can sit all day on the edge of a wall, and see the dark clouds drift by, the newly built tree houses preparing for the ultimate rot. One can also sit against the wall, and see the sunrise, and play guest to the colours of runners, walkers or passers-by.

We hop on the bus too early. From a distance, through the dandruff-wiped glass, we see figures settling into rightful positions. The hand bars not moving, but the hand grips sway from side to side. The silent MP3, the noisy mutes. The same old smell and sight of beige, red and yellow.

We hop on the bus too early. We have milk on dresses, a pinch of pepper at the edge of a bowl and an unfinished dream. The perfect arch of a step. You can no more win a war, you can no more win and earthquake, you can no more win the tide of the traffic, you can no more lose a dime or a note, you can no more lose the sight of the bus that you missed, with the faint reflection of your face on the rear glass.

We hop on the bus. We hop on the bus. Let's walk on the bus. Let's sit on the bus. Let's push the bus. Let's clean the bus, we need to finally find it, do it and after all, we need it.

The flow of porridge, pots of gold, a new sign, torrents of love, a slip, all to a good end. Keep on pushing. A wheel rolls, a driver dies, a seat screws loose. This is "a Greek necessity".

Posted by Brandon at Friday, September 30, 2005 | Permalink

After having visited Geogers' blogs, I hereby save the details of the completed Geoger trip on Monday. It was fun, just going where our legs led us to, just drifting across Singapore without knowing time has passed.

Highlights: Discarding our past and present AND looking at our future (future always has this "elusive" tag along with it, but let's believe we will achieve), IKEA furniture tour, lunch at Marybrown's (poor whipped potatoes, overpriced, unhealthy blahblah).

Visited Zhan Hui at Mt Alvernia. Thought that I could have been the one too, having just recovered from high fever, with low blood count like him, always sick. I have this constant fear of the patient just separated from all the action - of grape-stealing, rounds of noisy bridge, card tricks, taking photos and just plain talk - by a mere curtain, who would just blow up and curse and shove us out of the way.

NYDC serves GREAT portions of WONDERFUL SLURP-WORTHY MMMMMMEEEATBALLLLS. But I suffered indigestion. Even just before I slept, I burped and I could still taste/smell the pasta sauce in my mouth. You know, THE KIND that re-establishes its presence, once you break allow the miasma from the gut to re-emerge to the surface.

Listen to advice to look at a distance and let the eyes rest. Realised this, having the privilege to watch lots of TV and media these days, and always finding myself seeing double after a programme or movie.

I realise trying to keep fit is very difficult in all this frenzy. Before I can regain my fitness after Prelims, it's time to study very soon again. And you become a couch potato again and lead a 9-5 study life. I just can't run long distance well anymore. Last time, it was this feeling of lightness, as if there was a springboard underneath the soles, now it's a matter of dragging the feet and calculating when I will ever end. "How far is it?" (Plath) This is sad.

Amazing Race is BACK! Quite disappointed. FAMILY EDITION really fell flat on its face. It's just super confusing and Americans just look homogenous - blonde, heavily accented, "We're very competitive, the others might under-estimate us but..". I only remember a Black family called ironically THE BLACK FAMILY. But before long, they are booted. Now I only remember a constantly bickering family and the Pink ladies. Family and REALITY BACKSTABBING just don't seem to go together.

SCHOOL's back. I am looking forward to this new experience. This sense of knowledge, yet disconnection.

All Hell will break loose.

Posted by Brandon at Wednesday, September 28, 2005 | Permalink

"I don't need money, I don't need buildings, I don't need anything other than human beings."
-Eugenio Barba.

Posted by Brandon at Saturday, September 24, 2005 | Permalink

Common things that happened in S paper:

1) A slight grin on some faces upon starting the paper, or an out-loud laugh for some.
2) Thoughtful faces. Don't know what people are thinking.
3) Higher incidence of toilet trips.

When something goes against you, it goes against you all out. Today's Geog was like crap haven, my forte. Econs S was HELL, despite relatively relieved faces from fellow friends in excited chatter! WOO! Bad thing, was one hour into the paper, just crapped alot unintelligently. I gradually felt hotter and hotter, What's wrong. Before my 2nd essay I was already trying to support my head from falling off the neck. It was hot, hot. Had to lie down to write. Then I see someone from the side tying strings at 4pm when the paper ends at 5. She walks off, triumphant or defeated, didn't have the guts to see. The only pen I had been using for Prelims went out of ink when I was going through my last question. Got to get through, change pen, can't help thinking of the symbolic significance. Got some mysterious sweat, maybe some bobbing of the head to get the water off the mind, went to toilet and relieved myself.

Yes, it's over.

But it ended off-key, like a scramble back into a hole rather than a roll back home.

Remember today's newpaper "What some things actually mean?"

CRIMINAL - just like everyone else, just that he's caught.
Opportunist - one who falls in the pool and MIGHT as well bathe.

This is quite witty. SOMETIMES, we give someone value before seeing him or her. Then, once we get to know that person, the cake buried beneath the icing actually isn't that tasty after all. Perhaps good reviews are a sign of a bad movie.

I am going to return to my lifestyle. Morning cereal and banana, Internet, TV, RUNNING to get rid of that rotted-potato-attracting-flies feel, and TO watch dramas. I will challenge myself to read a book!

Posted by Brandon at Thursday, September 22, 2005 | Permalink

Life just SUCKS. I say hello to a new life of tying white strings, putting hands up for paper, buying refills, rubbing middle finger, and now, taking Chicken Essence.

Mum bought Chicken Essence because I told her, "Mum, I don't think I can take it." I LAUGHED. Every exam, every new limit.

I HOPE TODAY, I DIDN'T SCREW UP PC. I think, as a candidate, you partly want to do well for your own sake, and also so that you won't disappoint the marker, so that he or she won't have to sit at the scrabble board area, with his or her 5th cup of coffee, already numb to the poppies of words that he or she has had to go through to give you that mark, digging his head in this already tired hands. Illegible handwriting - doesn't help.

I feel LAZY already. AND GETTING INTO THIS HARD-TO-GET-OUT-OF philosophical mode.

I was rudely shocked today when I sat down and began looking around. What am I doing looking around? And always looking around? Lifting my brows and always looking like I'm lost or something? Like Corrie said, "Perpetually surprised".

You reach this point where you start denying yourself.

Today fruit stall auntie asked me to take all the bananas. I put a banana into a fridge last night and today took it out it was all black, serious. It was black and there was no more spot of yellow. My use of absolutes is not exaggerated. It was really black. Trust me, I thought I was colourblind.

Today was at a Bedok Pasar Malam. Then walk walk I saw a theatre actor in the midst of the crowd. Forgot his name, but he's quite a pro. Really quite crowded. He has trying to go against the whole flow of the crowd. Sort of made me feel like the theatre practitioners in Singapore are all unknowns. Unless you cross to TV or something.

Article today in the Forum: "I think theatre is a consumer/consumption good. If theatre practitioners are doing something that people don't understand, then it's really quite pointless." Up till today, I'm still quite torn over this issue. MAKE A LIVING or MAKE MAGIC, FEED URGES or FEED MOUTHS, ACT or PERFORM.

Study hard, FRIENDS. A sign today read, "Hell this way". "Hell" was written on by some people by marker. What makes people so obssessed with Hell?

Posted by Brandon at Friday, September 16, 2005 | Permalink

I'm spent. Quite zero motivation now. CHA! Like seeing those revision papers in the torn files (a testament to the extreme rigours of education) = which has a long gestation period *recalls from last page of some Econs topic*. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAiz. Papers papers everyday.

Life is a tad better with the snow-capped mountains and sense of PURITY in DA CHANG JIN. How can a drama be so good, God knows, but it really rocks. Chang Jin looks like Drew Barrymore, SOMEHOW don't ask me. Crystal said the lady from JEJU island looks like Jiehui but I thought that's utter rubbish.

THE CORRUPTION, THE BRIBERY, the selfish winner-take-all (ECONS!) desires in EVERY freaking character except Chang Jin and that guy called MING ZHENG HAO and some Xiang lady, forgot her name. It's bloody amazing, and the story is more contorted, distorted and ming-boggling than ZHEN QIN and a maze, but it makes you want to keep watching and watching...

Sometimes, I think Chang Jin might not be a good actress, coz all she does is just have a deadpan face and smile meekly. She speaks in monotone.

Rambles.

Bought swimming trunks and realised it was like a small pants. Freed from triangular trunks that hide too little - the bursting contents. Now, it's ironically free - to move.

Posted by Brandon at Thursday, September 08, 2005 | Permalink

"Dude, where's my car?"
"Where's my car, Dude?"
"Dude, where's my car?"
"Where's my car, Dude?"

"And then? And then? And then?"

Super funny. Ashton Kutcher is good in this one, Sean William-?Scott PALEs in comparison, like not the usual wild side with contorted features and tongue-in-cheek. But still, CHINESE FOOD PART was damn stupid but good.

Ah.

One more, "Give us the transmitter? continuum, then we'll give you erotic pleasure."

HAHAHa.

Anyway, Mum bought this thing called TWIST & SHAPE machine yesterday, which is supposed to tone the thighs and hips. Then today she bought this small plate which you step on and keep twisting and twisting the body. My father look at her and gave a SIGHHHH...

Read this NEW PAPER article on how Singaporean undergrads go wild in US and UK, taking drugs and having sex everywhere. Filled with ambivalence, but LAUGHED at the image of myself bar-top dancing and going tipsy.

KEEP ON GOING, FRIENDS OUT THERE! Who are withered and squeezed dry of the juicy orange juice sacs that hold your sanity together! EASE ON DOWN THE ROAD.

Posted by Brandon at Sunday, September 04, 2005 | Permalink