Hello and uh...
JK asked me earlier on today (or was it yesterday...) why I haven't been updating my blog. My intentions when I started this blog were that it was supposed to function as a repository for FS memories. I think I'm pretty much done with reminiscing about Thailand not because I don't miss it anymore, but I'm just kinda trying to get on with my life... you know, like how you would after a break-up.
To continue with this analogy, take comfort in the fact that at least Thailand is like a lover to whose bed you will always be welcome. It might be different with each successive visit, but maybe, just maybe, it could only get better.
Well since this was titled a POST-FS blog, I supposed I'm entitled to write about my life after FS, which, take it from me, you probably don't want to read about. I spend my days mulching around at home, sometimes by choice, sometimes by the direness of my monetary circumstances. I don't think I'll have anything to deposit into my Europe fund this month, it being the month of the inaugural Singapore Theatre Festival and of going back to school and buying new books. I will be watching two plays by two of my favourite local playwrights, Alfian Sa'at and Eleanor Wong, titled Homesick and A Campaign to Confer a Public Service Medal on JBJ respectively. They should be quite good, going by the track record of those two playwrights thus far.
On Fridays and Saturdays, I slog my ass off at a certain cafe in Siglap so that I will not have to resort to photocopying my texts at the school library next semester. Like most anal Lit majors, my texts need to be virginal, and free of any markings by the previous owner("Sloppy seconds ain't my style..."). I am not so anal about the books I read for leisure, however. In fact, nothing gives me greater pleasure than sifting through a ton of trashy novels at a second-hand book sale to pick out that one gem... I am only anal about lit texts because I don't like being influenced by stuff that other people have highlighted or annotated by the side.
If you read this far, you must be hella bored because that's as exciting as my life gets these days. I've been reading a lot, and I want to correct a common misconception that non-Lit majors shouldn't talk to me about books because they're not worthy. That's silly... and that misconception makes people afraid of picking up books that aren't on the top 10 bestseller fiction lists because they just think that they won't "get it". I don't get everything I read the first time I read it... I need a second or third read and this is something I only do with my Lit texts out of necessity. I am of the opinion that books teach you about life... yes, it is not the same as and comparatively inferior to real-life experience but you can't go out and experience everything, can you? You wouldn't ever know what it's like to be living under the apartheid in South Africa or what it's like to be a mafia drug lord. On some occasions, books have saved my life. Sometimes I feel like the only thing that prevents me from killing myself out of the boredom and absurdity of life sometimes is a good book that articulates that boredom and absurdity and turns it around to ask me, "Are you going to let life beat the crap out of you?"
I always invariably answer with a resounding, "Fuck, no."
I bet JK is already regretting that he ever asked me to update my blog. Once I start geeking out on my major, it's difficult to get me to shut up.
Anyway, just in case you're actually inspired to pick up something to read out of sheer boredom, and you want something that is a really awesome page-turner... look no further than Truman Capote's In Cold Blood which the movie Capote is supposed to be be based on. It's non-fiction written in a literary manner, where Capote basically tries to reconstruct a murder that took place in a small town in the United States, delving deep into the psychology of both victim and perpetrator of crime. I don't normally like crime novels, but I took to this one like a duck to water.
For a little more light-hearted entertainment... check out this video of contestant Ryan Star on Rock Star Supernova... I'm not above trashy reality TV... particularly when it has Tommy Lee as a judge (always secretly thought he was hot), and when I saw this amazing performance by Ryan Star tonight. Shit, any guy who looks that good, plays the piano and sings like an angel can front MY rockband...
To continue with this analogy, take comfort in the fact that at least Thailand is like a lover to whose bed you will always be welcome. It might be different with each successive visit, but maybe, just maybe, it could only get better.
Well since this was titled a POST-FS blog, I supposed I'm entitled to write about my life after FS, which, take it from me, you probably don't want to read about. I spend my days mulching around at home, sometimes by choice, sometimes by the direness of my monetary circumstances. I don't think I'll have anything to deposit into my Europe fund this month, it being the month of the inaugural Singapore Theatre Festival and of going back to school and buying new books. I will be watching two plays by two of my favourite local playwrights, Alfian Sa'at and Eleanor Wong, titled Homesick and A Campaign to Confer a Public Service Medal on JBJ respectively. They should be quite good, going by the track record of those two playwrights thus far.
On Fridays and Saturdays, I slog my ass off at a certain cafe in Siglap so that I will not have to resort to photocopying my texts at the school library next semester. Like most anal Lit majors, my texts need to be virginal, and free of any markings by the previous owner("Sloppy seconds ain't my style..."). I am not so anal about the books I read for leisure, however. In fact, nothing gives me greater pleasure than sifting through a ton of trashy novels at a second-hand book sale to pick out that one gem... I am only anal about lit texts because I don't like being influenced by stuff that other people have highlighted or annotated by the side.
If you read this far, you must be hella bored because that's as exciting as my life gets these days. I've been reading a lot, and I want to correct a common misconception that non-Lit majors shouldn't talk to me about books because they're not worthy. That's silly... and that misconception makes people afraid of picking up books that aren't on the top 10 bestseller fiction lists because they just think that they won't "get it". I don't get everything I read the first time I read it... I need a second or third read and this is something I only do with my Lit texts out of necessity. I am of the opinion that books teach you about life... yes, it is not the same as and comparatively inferior to real-life experience but you can't go out and experience everything, can you? You wouldn't ever know what it's like to be living under the apartheid in South Africa or what it's like to be a mafia drug lord. On some occasions, books have saved my life. Sometimes I feel like the only thing that prevents me from killing myself out of the boredom and absurdity of life sometimes is a good book that articulates that boredom and absurdity and turns it around to ask me, "Are you going to let life beat the crap out of you?"
I always invariably answer with a resounding, "Fuck, no."
I bet JK is already regretting that he ever asked me to update my blog. Once I start geeking out on my major, it's difficult to get me to shut up.
Anyway, just in case you're actually inspired to pick up something to read out of sheer boredom, and you want something that is a really awesome page-turner... look no further than Truman Capote's In Cold Blood which the movie Capote is supposed to be be based on. It's non-fiction written in a literary manner, where Capote basically tries to reconstruct a murder that took place in a small town in the United States, delving deep into the psychology of both victim and perpetrator of crime. I don't normally like crime novels, but I took to this one like a duck to water.
For a little more light-hearted entertainment... check out this video of contestant Ryan Star on Rock Star Supernova... I'm not above trashy reality TV... particularly when it has Tommy Lee as a judge (always secretly thought he was hot), and when I saw this amazing performance by Ryan Star tonight. Shit, any guy who looks that good, plays the piano and sings like an angel can front MY rockband...
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