If i could do it then, i WILL / MUST do it again
this semester has been uncomfortably relaxed so far. i've only got 3 tutorials for 4 modules this sem, and outta which one does not require us to prepare tutes before hand, while my management accounting tute's only on once every fortnight. it's a very enviable schedule i must say, and this has certainly helped making life far more comfortable which intricably leads me to fears of chronic procrastination...ah, freedom, such a enigmatic entity.
sometimes the simplest treasures are found in the most unlikely places. there's a film festival on at the sommerville auditorium in uni. i never been around that part of campus until last thurs when i stumpled on it on my way home from uni in evening. sommerville's an al fresco movie screening area not unlike that of a drive-in movie theater. there're reclining seats around for normal movie goers or alternatively u could choose to be a picnicker bring your own food and drinks sitting right in front of the screen. how could they not advertise such a cool hangout? well anyway, i've been on a somewhat movie spree of late, catching a documentary/movie about the role of the al jazeera during the iraq war called Control Room at the sommerville, and upon the discovery of a audiovisual section in the huge reid library, caught an italian movie called 'The Stolen Children' and surprisingly, a video recording of Margaret Chan's original ' Emily of Emerald Hill'.
never would i expect myself to watch a singapore theatrical production in perth of all places. well anyway, having had the benefit of growing up in the 90s, which consequently entitles me to the misfortune of remembering Margaret Chan in her better-left-forgotten role as a matriach in the fateful Channel 5 drama Masters Of the Sea, i must say, watching her as Emily really vindicated my impression of her and convinced me why she is a rather revered veteran of the singapore theater scene. the entire play is essentially an hour and a half long soliloquy with no one else on stage but the peranakan matriach herself. oh yes, it's about the life story of a domineering perankan shrew cum matriach. interestingly, i can't help but to draw some parallels between Emily of Emerald Hill and Xander's mother. well for one, both are housemakers, both households are considerably rich, both tekan their maids, - alright maybe fussy may be a better word than tekan - and most strikingly, both of them make their kids attend horseriding lessons. there was a scene where in an effort to get her son Richard into the good books of her father-in-law, Emily bought her son a pony and made him do riding. as it turns out, Richard who fostered a passion in stable work, chose to forsake his studies as a law student in favour of being a stable hand and was eventually driven to suicide when Emily imposes her will on Richard forcing him to go back to doing law. in comparison, Xander mom is without a doubt a much more pleasant person than Emily. also, it's really nice that Xander's parents are totally cool about Mark's desire to become a vetenarian rather than some other conventionally glamourous/profitable careers so i guess it's highly unlikely that Trevor or Mark will be conceivably driven to suicide. if only my folks were that cool about my choice of career too.
it's an important week as well, for one it's the week where team selections for Westers are held. it's the first time UWA's hosting a major debating tournmament so i guess it's a pretty good time for me to rejoin the union after spending last sem as a sleeping member. well it wasn't my fault that i hibernated, in fact, the university debating union only functioned for like the 1st half of last sem. i made it to the team in my last 2 institutions of education, i will do it again.
it's a very unique feeling browsing at old photos, feeling of nostalgia, bewilderment, and even regrets. after spending the better part of my life battling the bulge, i finally succeeded in 2002, courtesy of the free slimming programme compliments of the Singapore Armed Forces. For those 2 brief years, i enjoyed unprecendent self-confidence. It wasn't easy, and i tried to keep the metamorohosis permanent but somewhere along the past 1 yr, i let it all slip away, damn. It's a myriad of all those feelings looking at the old photos. Bewilderment at how i managed to do it, nostalgia at my old figure, and regrets of not keeping things that way....fuck. i did it then, and i MUST do it again, and i will do so.
i must defeat the middle kingdom.
Pre BMT: An obituary to my old self
Junyi 2002: Regrets is simply nostalgia with inaction. I missed you so. You will be revived. Trust me.
sometimes the simplest treasures are found in the most unlikely places. there's a film festival on at the sommerville auditorium in uni. i never been around that part of campus until last thurs when i stumpled on it on my way home from uni in evening. sommerville's an al fresco movie screening area not unlike that of a drive-in movie theater. there're reclining seats around for normal movie goers or alternatively u could choose to be a picnicker bring your own food and drinks sitting right in front of the screen. how could they not advertise such a cool hangout? well anyway, i've been on a somewhat movie spree of late, catching a documentary/movie about the role of the al jazeera during the iraq war called Control Room at the sommerville, and upon the discovery of a audiovisual section in the huge reid library, caught an italian movie called 'The Stolen Children' and surprisingly, a video recording of Margaret Chan's original ' Emily of Emerald Hill'.
never would i expect myself to watch a singapore theatrical production in perth of all places. well anyway, having had the benefit of growing up in the 90s, which consequently entitles me to the misfortune of remembering Margaret Chan in her better-left-forgotten role as a matriach in the fateful Channel 5 drama Masters Of the Sea, i must say, watching her as Emily really vindicated my impression of her and convinced me why she is a rather revered veteran of the singapore theater scene. the entire play is essentially an hour and a half long soliloquy with no one else on stage but the peranakan matriach herself. oh yes, it's about the life story of a domineering perankan shrew cum matriach. interestingly, i can't help but to draw some parallels between Emily of Emerald Hill and Xander's mother. well for one, both are housemakers, both households are considerably rich, both tekan their maids, - alright maybe fussy may be a better word than tekan - and most strikingly, both of them make their kids attend horseriding lessons. there was a scene where in an effort to get her son Richard into the good books of her father-in-law, Emily bought her son a pony and made him do riding. as it turns out, Richard who fostered a passion in stable work, chose to forsake his studies as a law student in favour of being a stable hand and was eventually driven to suicide when Emily imposes her will on Richard forcing him to go back to doing law. in comparison, Xander mom is without a doubt a much more pleasant person than Emily. also, it's really nice that Xander's parents are totally cool about Mark's desire to become a vetenarian rather than some other conventionally glamourous/profitable careers so i guess it's highly unlikely that Trevor or Mark will be conceivably driven to suicide. if only my folks were that cool about my choice of career too.
it's an important week as well, for one it's the week where team selections for Westers are held. it's the first time UWA's hosting a major debating tournmament so i guess it's a pretty good time for me to rejoin the union after spending last sem as a sleeping member. well it wasn't my fault that i hibernated, in fact, the university debating union only functioned for like the 1st half of last sem. i made it to the team in my last 2 institutions of education, i will do it again.
it's a very unique feeling browsing at old photos, feeling of nostalgia, bewilderment, and even regrets. after spending the better part of my life battling the bulge, i finally succeeded in 2002, courtesy of the free slimming programme compliments of the Singapore Armed Forces. For those 2 brief years, i enjoyed unprecendent self-confidence. It wasn't easy, and i tried to keep the metamorohosis permanent but somewhere along the past 1 yr, i let it all slip away, damn. It's a myriad of all those feelings looking at the old photos. Bewilderment at how i managed to do it, nostalgia at my old figure, and regrets of not keeping things that way....fuck. i did it then, and i MUST do it again, and i will do so.
i must defeat the middle kingdom.
Pre BMT: An obituary to my old self
Junyi 2002: Regrets is simply nostalgia with inaction. I missed you so. You will be revived. Trust me.
2 Comments:
Wahahaha! Middle kingdom. That's a good one!
sigh...i'm starting to look the way i look in jc now lor, so when the invisible hand of allocating calories fail, it requires my market intervention to reattain equilibrium hehe.
conversely i've never watched ivan heng's one but i would imagine him to look pretty disgusting....ewww.
in fact to be fair, margaret chan probably looked pretty attractive during her younger days
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