The last BHSO rehearsal, I dissolved chewing gum in my mouth by unconsciously gnashing my teeth in sheer sightreading frustration. I felt the need to write this because never, in 18 years and 6 months of my sorry life, have I made gum dissolve. Wrigley's Strawberry Flavoured Xylitol Gum, to be precise.
The ubiquitous music video for this year's National Day Song with little kids dressed in white cotton shirts and black peasant pants running across vast grassy fields reeks of Chinese communists' re-education schemes (where intellectuals are banished to the countryside to learn the earthy ways of peasants), and is another cause for teeth grinding. I see it on the billboards in town, in heartland shopping malls, the next place I'll spot it will probably be on TV Mobile. And then I'll probably go mad. GRR. Having your home in the country does not make the country your home does it? And what's with this thing about never being alone?
To quote Troy from 'Reality Bites', "everyone dies all by himself". And that's the truth.
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