If I were given a fortune cookie now, my message would read "One day you'll forget about him, but today is not the day". But today was a good day anyway. I'm too tired to write coherently but I'll try to blog a little first.
Met my travelmates at 8am for breakfast (ordered too much as usual), and later caught up with Dave. Came home to watch animation DVDs and cried watching Interstella 5555, even though there wasn't a single line of dialogue in the whole movie.
Went to watch local documentaries at the Singapore History Museum (but didn't shed a drop). There was a documentary on the only women's secret society which previously existed in Singapore (interesting topic but cheesy execution). There was also a 37 minute documentary entitled 80 km/h, which consisted of one long tracking shot taken from the viewpoint of a car travelling from Changi Airport along the PIE to the other end of the island at 80km/h. Quite a few people walked out of this one and I did too, not cos I found it boring but cos I had to make it for another movie. We did stay till about 10 minutes into the movie, so HP could point out his flat to me. It's a strange way to see someone's home for the first time though isn't it? lol.
What was lovely was watching my first Satyajit Ray film at the Asian Civilization Museum. It's entitled Jalsaghar (The Music Room) and I've read about it from his book, but I didn't expect I'd have a chance to see it. Wonderful sense of camera composition despite the old print, and beautiful classical indian music. Can't wait to see more of his works.
Ended up visiting 3 music joints tonight. Went to a jazz bar (located above an indian disco!) but there were no seats, so we deviated to a salsa place in Chinatown. Couldn't dance there cos everyone was in pairs and doing coordinated salsa dancing, so we moved on again to a drum & bass event. Danced there but decided not to follow the rest who carried on after that at a R&B place.
So here I am. Thinking for the upteenth time that when I was dancing in front of the speakers just now, with the music hitting me from the back and floating over my head, that I'm happy in a lonely sort of way. Tha I've not yet showered and it's less than 10 hours to go before I hit the gym. That I better eat salad tomorrow.
Met my travelmates at 8am for breakfast (ordered too much as usual), and later caught up with Dave. Came home to watch animation DVDs and cried watching Interstella 5555, even though there wasn't a single line of dialogue in the whole movie.
Went to watch local documentaries at the Singapore History Museum (but didn't shed a drop). There was a documentary on the only women's secret society which previously existed in Singapore (interesting topic but cheesy execution). There was also a 37 minute documentary entitled 80 km/h, which consisted of one long tracking shot taken from the viewpoint of a car travelling from Changi Airport along the PIE to the other end of the island at 80km/h. Quite a few people walked out of this one and I did too, not cos I found it boring but cos I had to make it for another movie. We did stay till about 10 minutes into the movie, so HP could point out his flat to me. It's a strange way to see someone's home for the first time though isn't it? lol.
What was lovely was watching my first Satyajit Ray film at the Asian Civilization Museum. It's entitled Jalsaghar (The Music Room) and I've read about it from his book, but I didn't expect I'd have a chance to see it. Wonderful sense of camera composition despite the old print, and beautiful classical indian music. Can't wait to see more of his works.
Ended up visiting 3 music joints tonight. Went to a jazz bar (located above an indian disco!) but there were no seats, so we deviated to a salsa place in Chinatown. Couldn't dance there cos everyone was in pairs and doing coordinated salsa dancing, so we moved on again to a drum & bass event. Danced there but decided not to follow the rest who carried on after that at a R&B place.
So here I am. Thinking for the upteenth time that when I was dancing in front of the speakers just now, with the music hitting me from the back and floating over my head, that I'm happy in a lonely sort of way. Tha I've not yet showered and it's less than 10 hours to go before I hit the gym. That I better eat salad tomorrow.
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