Friday, December 23, 2005

a Narni-AC good day.

Just when I thought I have become truly apathetic!

I met up with Mr David Foong (whose blog is now defunct) for the first time in 1.5 years, and it was good. We heard the ACJC choir+alumni carolling at the Esplanade, and I saw so many incarnations of my memories - old friends! That's not really an accurate term, but you know what I mean. The accurate description - "friends-whom-I've-lost-touch-with-and-not-met-for-the-longest-time" is far too lengthy, and perhaps, loaded with too much information.

As I listened to those familiar carols that I used to warble when I was still in the Anglo-Chinese institution, I felt my heart leap into my choked throat that was full of emotions that I thought I had lost forever. Emotions that I thought I'd never feel again.

Oh, how I miss the adrenaline rush from a choir performance!

I nearly dissembled on the floor when I heard my favourite carol "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas". Remembering and re-living those memories of living in fear and awe of THE MADAMS, I could actually feel the god-awful tight kebaya cutting into my fleshy tummy (hmmmm, that just might be my shrinking denim skirt, and no, I refuse to admit that I'm putting on weight), going through warm-ups and de-briefs, the choir tour in London/Holland (and the food poisoning epidemic!), the sense of belonging and yet not, on the outside and always looking in - one of the many blessings of being the choir pianist. I think I lived in fear, trepidation and merriment during those heady days. Yes yes, it's an odd mix, but it all added up to agony 'enjoyable' in the final equation. As someone once told me, people aren't two-dimensional (winks), and surely a person can feel all kinds of emotions at once.

Watching Narnia really did it - it was brilliant! I won't spoil it for potential Narnia-watchers, but there're a couple of touching moments, the corners of my eyes were streaked black by the end of the movie. I doubt any of you would be immune to the powerful story-telling by C.S. Lewis, nor overlook the heavily-laden Christian symbolism in Narnia. Argh, I lack the necessary eloquence needed to describe the movie and do it justice - just go watch it, okay?

You know, I don't think I should have too many 'good days'. I mean.. they're so boring to write about, much less read! And I can't write well when I'm happy! What's that quote again? "No happy woman ever writes." Probably because everything they write would be first-degree crap. I need to be sufficiently depressed, melancholic or riddled with angst before I can write something that's self-deprecating and somewhat witty (!) with a resounding dramatic peroration that would change all of your lives forever. But hey, even if I sound like it, I'm not complaining.

I know it's only a matter of time before reality bites me in the back, with real time rudely intruding into my constructed bubble of false eternal stasis, so excuse me while I wallow like a sow in the moment. 'Good days' can't be lured or bribed with brownie points, and you never know when they might come again. They can be so fickle.

It's probably out of context, but I'm suddenly reminded of the Duke's aria from Verdi's Rigoletto, "La donna e mobile". I suspect 'good days' might be female. Now, if only they would be partial to members of the same sex.

blueprint

I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator.

fresh monodies

hit me baby, one more time.
mosquitoes, orgasms, fatgirlslim.
i never liked goodbyes of any sort.
lynne the red-nosed reindeer.
thrice and counting.
don't jinx yourself!
grant me sleep and more.
plea to you.
question of the week.
life's curveballs.

previous rants

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treatises on life

arty jen
betty boop
carmentica
charming-linn
chasing snowy cars
cheeky lynn
cheryliciously glam
clean and cute
cyclist-mad bass
darling dominic
feisty jing
fellow ditz-sista/porkSTAR
hail mary!
hell's kitchen
hero on the beach
h-Euge heart
hunky lenny
lipgloss queen
little cheryl
live n learn, baby
lolita lou
loony loon
mr popular
musically dan
m y s t j
phringe
princess tania
roger smurf
runaway pigeon
sabotage king jeremiah
sibling angst1
sibling angst2
spector dan
spunky tian
steffy bunny
sun-sunzzz
teeny wee-nee
weeeee, leonard!
yangtze yang'en

frivolous pursuits

for shallow ppl
for very geeky ppl
for the truly bored
spun prose
binary thoughts
past imprints
some stamps
montage of images
other memories

mulling over

And there were phlegmatic souls.