Mother's Day/Tear Tags Off Mattresses Day
2004-05-09 @ 10:43 p.m.

I wonder if anyone's experiencing withdrawal syndrome now that tag-boards are temporarily down. Move & Groove was fun! I've never actually been to any ORA Walk-a-jogathon before (I think). Helped at the haunted house most of the morning, then off to see how our class stall at the flea market was doing, before going off again to help out at CWC's stall. I think both A01A classes made a fair bit of money. Didn't get a chance to go inside the haunted house for real, but judging by what I heard during rehearsals and from the people who actually went in, it was freaky! Who'd have thought people would actually pay money to get scared? There was this huge queue snaking all the way from the back to the front of LT5! It was even crazier in the afternoon. Hope everyone had fun acting all demented and psychotic for a day! You all did look quite disturbing even in broad daylight...

Argh, I realised after Move & Groove that I'd spent at least $40 over the course of the day. Thankfully, part of it can be claimed back as a belated birthday present of sorts from my dad. It's scary how I unconsciously spend money. Maybe it's a good thing that I don't have an ATM card after all. I'm feeling so poor now, which sort of explains why I tried to (and succeeded in) getting the earrings that I'd made for free. Took five back with me to church, where they proved to be exceedingly popular. Must be the sheer novelty of it, since the girls in class hesitate to declare them "nice". Usually, it's something non-committal like Jennifer's "It's okay." Bought $10 worth of Singa, which is some feeble attempt at collecting local writing. I don't think it's very successful, since the latest issue I have is like from the late 1980s, and I'd never heard of it in my life. Still, I kind of like local prose, so I bought them all. I also picked up this crap anthology by Lucy Tan, 108 Fragments. She's not writing poetry, those are just ramblings trying to pass themselves off as poetry. Without meaning to sound overly critical, my poetry is far better than hers. They're fragments all right, so fragmented that they lose any value. Nonetheless, it brings hope. I mean, if someone writing bullshit like that can get published, I'm sure I can do better eventually. I've just done a search on Google, and apparently she's acquainted with Catherine Lim, who strikes me as being over-rated, though I've never read anything by her. Maybe I'm just being biased towards local writing, but I feel it lacks a certain je ne sais quoi. Maybe it's our identity crisis. Singaporeans never sound like Singaporeans when they write. It always comes out like a picture from elsewhere, only filtered through Singaporean lenses. Not quite ours, but not quite theirs either. I think I shall go back to Middlemarch, which is progressing quite nicely. Already I see lines that are quoteworthy. Thinking of typing them down for future reference. Maybe I will. Maybe not. Choices, choices, choices...

This week:

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