multiracial

As it turns out, it appears that blogging increases in frequency with exams, I suppose because it's just another outlet to get rid of the excess words swimming around in my head. Now that everything's quiet up there (which isn't a bad thing), there isn't much to blog about, except maybe weird sightings and interesting functions.

In a cab along the PIE, I spotted a lonely national flag hanging from a HDB apartment in Bedok, and wondered if the owner was extremely patriotic, or that the symbol of a nation was particularly forgettable. Or maybe she finally washed it after National Day and was leaving it out to dry. Either way, any tourist coming to Singapore will receive confirmation that he/she's in the right place.

Interesting function would have to be Chandran and Amy's wedding. Last week's Indian wedding was elaborate, colourful, complicated, and rather long-drawn especially for poor people sitting at the back with no idea what's going on on stage. Sunday's Oriental wedding was one huge variety show though. There were lots of comedies, reenactments of courtship processes, and one more memorable standup (dunno what jiapalang) comedy act that seemed to talk about Amy, though it seemed more of a gratutious listen-to-my-voice piece. Anyway the person in question basically called Amy an 'integrated resort', which in my opinion is not too flattering considering the amount of controversy behind the term. It confirmed my suspicion that the entertainment industry is really all about self-absorped vanity and the immaculate upkeeping of an Image of accessible personality unattainable beauty. And the men are mostly, if not all gay. Although strangely enough though the room was split into the act3 and the fly entertainment camp, the act3 camp was relatively gay free though I decline comment for the other side. I'm not homophobic, but sometimes the camp and the look-at-me-i'm-gay-and-gay-is-cool, in your face act doesn't really go down well.

Maybe that explains why my whole affair with theatre is at best an ambivalent one. As a medium it's powerful, because it's so in your face. As a self-indulgent thing, it's really fun to play characters that allow your to exorcise your inner demons, characters so far removed from your ordinary person yet you know that they are actually parts of your alter ego. Also, there's the whole thrill of being on stage, the adrenaline during and after the thing that's tons better than the post-exercise/chocolate endorphine rush. But then there's how your interaction with other people become a huge act until you don't really know whether you really like someone or it's just a whole act; maybe your whole life is a huge performance and you don't take down your mask until you die. Perhaps by that time the mask will fuse with your face and define you.

Pardon the unintelligible, pseudo-intellectual crap. Merely post exam verbal diarrhoea.