Friday, September 30, 2005

A Day In The Life...

The sun was streaming into my room when I woke up last Friday. I grinned idiotically and tumbled out of bed. Somedays, against all odds, your step is light and your heart soars. Best not to look too deeply at the whys and wherefores. Best to just ride the wave. So that is what I did.

Did a quick tumble though and tried to speed up in the shower (took me just under an hour- quite a record for me), 'cos had to go to the BLE and throw myself at PatNat's mercy. Long story. Was actually quite terrified at the prospect. The whole walking on air thing was a bit incongruous in light of the Sword of Damocles hanging over me. You just don't mess with the BLE and I committed the cardinal sin of missing a session.

Was formulating my speech to PatNat while walking to the MRT but finally decided to eschew legalese and go for the tried and true tamil-movie method of prostrating myself on the ground and grabbing his feet. While ruminating on the extensive hand-and-feet coordination required for this manoeuvre (I'm serious, you could end up being kicked in the face), I knocked into Tze-Hern by the MRT escalator. It was really cool. Breakfast has been in the works for months but we just never seem to get around to doing it (OK, fine, who am I bullshitting, I never seem to get around to waking up). So was really cool that the fates had conspired to knock us into each other. Got an early morning hug (aren't hugs wonderful?) which served to increase the whole walking-on-air element of the day.

At BLE, I was chanelled to one of the girls who said she would "inform" me of my make-up date, and that was it! So much angstifying and all for naught. Big kiss to Harjean who added some steel to my backbone.

I roamed around for a while. Enjoying the sheer space that mid-morning Singapore offers. Then had the brilliant idea of meeting Claudius for lunch. Sir Lancelot was prompt in agreement and I whiled away the time in MAC and Bobbi Brown before traipsing over to Borders to while away my time there. Neither MAC nor Bobbi Brown had foundation that suited my skin tone. I tell you like it's not already hard being a Malayalee girl.

Was unsuccessful in trying to return Stardust at Borders but was not too disappointed. Liked it too much anyway. I do wonder though how Sandy manages it (returning books that is).

Claudius came right on the dot and watched (approvingly, I hope!) as I returned my "browsing" books to the exact spots from which I took them. We then adjourned to an excellent though overly-healthy vegetarian lunch. It was really fun. We talked about the boys-going-wild phenomenon in Singapore which applies to all shades of boys, of course, but somehow more so with Caucasian men. Several theories were posited from the various horror stories we have heard about but nothing really covered the facts. Still I figure it works like Temptation Island and weeds out all the flak-y jerk-y assholes.

Tried to stay in at night but was invited out by Arpita. Rounded up some of the troops only to be ditched by Arpita (for a movie!). Still made it out though thanks to Sanjay. Ran into Anita and Christian. She was bringing him on a walk-about with Shuchi and Gayathri. We did a little chit-chat and then she was off. Poorvi showed up with a Karthik (one of three Karthiks that night). Even Arpita came eventually. As usual my fall-back plan of a quiet saturday night turned into me dancing up a storm at 1Nite

Ended the night at Lau Pa Sat gorging on stingray and excellent conversation with Nitin, Giri and Sanjay. All in an excellent day, if I do say so myself :-p

Sunday, September 25, 2005

Black Eyed Peas

In a sea of largely lackluster and manufactured noise churned out by waves of irritating boy bands, holier-than-thou bandleaders and the Simpson sisters; the Black Eyed Peas are a refreshing Katrina-like typhoon with their joie de vivre and relatively unattractive mugs. The rancid state of popular music today is forgiven by their mere presence. It may be the "cultural diversity poster" makeup of the band, their sheer energy, their unorthodox style that simply refuses to succumb to any version of what constitutes "cool" or the wonderful, glorious cacophony of noise they relentlessly produce which just gets you up and bopping (there is just no way to stay morose when listening to a BEP song). I have no idea. Like most love stories, my complete adoration of the BEP defies logic or comprehension. I love them, that is all.

Thus after much to-and-froing and back-and-forthing, Tuesday night found the Posse (if you could call Jean, Arp and Arch that; actually as it turned out, they were completely deserving of that term :-) and I at Kallang Indoor Stadium. Since, as usual, we left it too late, we all had seats in different locations. To remedy the situation we did some "migrating to better pastures" which did not work out too well initially. Especially since we were unduly influenced by Sriram and the RH gang who were happily seated at the most expensive seats diagonally across the stage from our area (in other words they were freaking far). Nevertheless, the four of us trekked across the continent that is the Indoor Stadium and happily seated ourselves next to them. The boys then proceeded to confess that they were not actually supposed to be there either. Being in possession of the cheapest tickets, their allocated seats were up in the stalls, light-years away from the stage.

Needless to say , we were soon booted out by meticulous ushers (don't you just hate people who are dedicated to their jobs :-). The boys were likewise ejected and in the ensuing melee the sexes were separated. We (actually I was more of a tagger-along) plomped our butts down on one of the stairway cum walkways between aisles and formulated a Grand Plan Of Action. The salient points of the GPoA were as follows :-
a) sit on stairs till concert starts.
b) jump barrier to front once concert starts.
c) blend into the crowd by jumping up and down.
d) try to jump up and down in time with music so don't look like idiots.

Being the chicken-shit that I am, I was pretty terrified of the GPoA. My repeated bleats of "see there are four seats right here, let's just sit there" were largely ignored by the Posse. The ushers ever intent on faithfully executing their duties eventually sniffed us out and told us to "get back to our seats" with the assurance that the concert would start soon. We did not budge of course and reinforcements were sent for. Cisco cops brandishing flashlights turned up. Caught like soon-to-be-roadkill in the glare of a car headlight, we scampered into the 4 empty seats I had previously staked out. Happily ensconced in my seat, I ignored the Council of War the Posse were having and prepared for the concert to start. By this time it was almost 930 and the crowd was getting mutinous (or as mutinous as a crowd can get in Singapore) .

Finally they were here! The BEP themselves. Unfortunately, I don't remember those early moments clearly 'cos the Posse ejected from their seats and dragging me along rushed to the barriers (along with hundreds of others). We joined the queue jumping the barriers, me bleating helplessly throughout. Jean, Arch and Arp were soon up the barrier and through to the other side. Arp did it effortlessly in her short-short skirt and all. I sorta got erm.. stuck.. so to speak. Arch (bless her heart) was all like, "come on!" I just shook my head mutely. But she was persistent and finally I was up and through as well. Just in time too. For the cops soon converged to reinforce the barricades. We then proceeded to execute the rest of the GPoA without a hitch :-p

Concert moments I loved :-
A) almost everything but specifically;
i) the freestyling bit by the bandmembers especially the tagalog song
ii) the handphones doubling as lighters moment dedicated to the tsunami and Katrina victims
iii) the "Stomp" intermission
iv) the butt slapping moment when the instrumentalists were introduced.
v) the introduction of the instrumentalists
vi) the cartwheels!
vii) all the songs! but especially the classic-anthems Don't Phunk With My Heart, Where Is The Love and Let's Get It Started

B) special bonus
viii) Shana's almost-Marilyn Monroesque Moment

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

My So-Called Weekend

Another stay-at-home weekend. Dreamed up a "weekend" instead. Seemed a pity to just leave it in my head. So here it is..in technicolour. All resemblances to persons living or dead is purely coincidental :-p

Had a Conveyancing tute Friday. Was terrible. It even started off bad. Was stopped by PatNat who Ms. Netto-ed me and told me to make sure I turned up for lectures. Damn sad really, now I'll never shake off that constant flu. Damn huge freezin' auditorium that incubates all our bugs...here I come! Anyways managed to get in a query about our call papers. Seems me and Adeline and Joy gone and done it. Served photostats when we were supposed to serve originals. Went and replaced them, no harm done (hopefully)

The subsequent Conveyancing Tute was so many shades of painful. It was just unbelievable. Dull does not begin to describe it. Why does my brain do that whole shutting down thing when faced with a potentially boring situation? It's really terrible. I remember how Anita used to tell me I just shut down when I am bored (has happened in mid-sentence, someone else's obviously! ) It has a mind of its own, my brain( yeah very funny am not going into how my mind IS located in the brain etc, the ancient greeks had their doubts and you know what? So do I!).

To recover from it, I joined the Arches, Muna and Camilla at the chocolate buffet at Fullerton Hotel (obviously have been missing them too much and have been missing chocolate a lot too, both ideas must have gotten associated in my head). The buffet spread was entirely chocolate. We ate like pigs. In other words we pigged out. We were chocolate piggies...(you get the picture). I had lotsa fun with the chocolate fountain. It looked like the chocolate waterfall in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and I kept "breaking" the flow by sticking various items into it. Well you know items like marshmallows, strawberries...maybe a bowl. There was also this chef-like person at a corner who would cook you hot chocolate over a stove from chocolate pieces that you selected yourself. Was too damn cool. There was also a chocolate dragon but we were not allowed to eat him. Damn!

We were soon chocked-out of course and lolled around in our seats for a while bravely trying to finish that last spoonful of chocolate soup or chocolate flan (I was miserably trying to down a chocolate-drowned strawberry), finally rousing ourselves to join Monsieur Ashwin at Alleybar. Such a cool place with Ash and Adrienne being the perfect host and hostess. They have a good thing going those two :-p. Met Segar (again!) and wife with a nice Malyalee Indian doctor girl from NUS and JB who knows Gerard! Eh small world.

Archana made an interesting observation about Beijing 101 which went down quite well... and we all trooped over to Rouge (courtesy M. Ash) where Arch, myself and Adrienne proceeded to smoke up the dancefloor. Even did a little "number" with the Camilla-Crushed (someone is always crushing after her, damn sometimes even I do!) for the evening. Was commended on it by Adrienne. Was also comended on top by various people, including perfect strangers (mental note - don't wear that top with that group again).

Next day, after work did lunch with oft-unseen Radiography people; Jams, Santosh and Raina. Watching them together kinda choked me up. Its nice to have a connection with a person. To have the love, respect and admiration you have reflected back in another's eyes. No better feeling in the world. No better state to be in. Santosh has three now; Shalini, Sham and Sanjay. I love "S" names. So what if I am biased?!

Was supposed to turn up at Jean & Co.'s chalet later that day, but fell asleep. Joined them at A instead. Milled around outside for a while though and knocked into orange-shirted Raj. He is really growing on me, that one. Very sweet. Viz similiarly in orange was inside 1Nite dancing up a storm. I went over to say Hi! Am still a bit tongue-tied around Viz rather like I was around Archit in the beginning, bit weird that. Went back to mill around outside A again. Knocked into Jo Tan and Wilma's friend Claire. Dragged them to 1Nite. Love dancing with Jo man, she is just too good. Am reminded of Igor's tee hee. That was a good night. Pity some assholes have tarnished my memories of those days for good.

Jo and Claire's friend finally arrived and we managed to scoot into A. Met with the goddesses Jean and Aimes. Both were too smoking hot for their own good. In Jean's case, she was also up there with Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. Found them with the chappie we had knocked into before and his friend. Jean was so out of it, she was snogging him to kingdom come. Arpita and I were kinda icked out. She snogged us for good measure too. Yup Arps turned up in my dream as well. A little worse for wear from her "Wine Session" earlier. A sad drunk and a bad drunk. Twas gonna be a long night.... We bopped around for a while with those bitches dragging me into various "sandwich" combinations. The music was awful but not goddamn awful. Seems Titus only started at 130am. By then of course all hell had broken loose.

Jean's M turned up but it didn't prevent her from continuing her snoggin' antics. I was largely "live and let live" but Aimes felt it was a bad idea and requisitioned me to do Diversionary Duty. See, I do not do Diversionary Duty. I can't do the whole slutty, flirty thing. It makes me want to throw up. Since that avenue was closed off, I tried the truth. As usual it proceeded to bite me on the ass. Chappie took it real badly. Sigh. I mean how can you misinterpret "Please don't kiss her, she has a boyfriend and he is here!" Had to do major ego-recovery. Discussed the price of a certain much-valued commodity and feigned ignorance so I could be lectured on the workings of the shipping industry and stock exchange. All this at 330am. Am traumatised for life, but I got the job done.

Although at that point it was hardly necessary since the only thing Jean was snoggin' was the toilet bowl. Between M and his cousin, Aimes and I we finally managed to get her out and into a cab back to the chalet. Would like to reiterate at this point that I am quite taken with M. He seems like a gentleman and those are hard to find. Aimes kept whining about the chappie who seemed to have gotten too touchy-feely with her. I was pretty non-commital. Have very little patience with girls in less than nothing grinding into guys and then accusing them of getting touchy-feely.

At the chalet Jean crashed onto a bed and I proceeded to get to know the "Co" part of Jean & Co. Been a while since I laughed so much. Sanjay was just too hilarious. Never seen a guy manage to dig his grave with such unfailing optimism. Was really great how he even managed to get the dead-drunk Jean to rouse herself and berate him. The others were really nice as well. Been a while since I hung out with "real" people. I especially liked Amrah and Babita. Was so refreshing to find girls comfortable in their own skins again.

Prabjot gave us 3 a lift back. Aimes, me and Sanjay. My age did come up but wriggled out of it but Prab was nice enough to say that I looked about 22. I am not really self-conscious about it. Just don't think people can handle it, usually. Sanjay took my number but idiot never gave me his. Tis a pity. He seems like fun to have around.

Came home. Hung around for a while. Called Mo to wake her up and then fell asleep, at which point I promptly woke up, of course.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

List 1 - Favourite Poems

I don't pretend to have done a study on poems per se. These are just stuff which have struck a chord in my being or touched my soul in some way. Since I never really explore poetry for its own sake, these are mainly pieces I have been introduced to or stumbled across ( so nothing cutting edge here people...just the usual run-of-the mill classic stuff)

This post is a result of an evening out with Jo. Was just dinner and a walkabout but twas fun!. We discussed life in general and guys in particular. We had drinks at Starbucks and mooned about in Borders. I found a Neil Gaiman book I'd never read (Stardust) which started off with "Song" and showed it to Jo. We ended up with a Neil Gaiman a-piece.
Also discovered that The March of the Penguins was one long French poem. That is just too cool. Wish that was reflected in the English subtitles. Hmm maybe it was....

Anyway - my Top 10 Beloved Poems in no particular order (although "Thrush" will always be special for being my first).

1. The Darkling Thrush - Thomas Hardy http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poem/917.html
http://homepages.wmich.edu/~cooneys/tchg/wby/Cardiff.Hardy.html

2. Ballad of Kublai Khan - William Taylor Coleridge http://www.zyra.org.uk/kublai.htm

3. Song - John Donne http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/donne/song.htm

4. The Force That Through The Green Fuse Drives The Flower - Dylan Thomas http://www.bigeye.com/theforce.htm

5. Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night - Dylan Thomas http://www.bigeye.com/donotgo.htm

6. Psalm 23 - Bible http://www.christnotes.org/bible.asp?Keywords=Psalm+23&Version=KJV

7. When I Consider How My Light Is Spent - John Milton http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poem/1457.html

8. Self-Pity - DH Lawrence
http://www.cswnet.com/~erin/dhlpoem.htm

9. Road Less Travelled - Robert Frost http://www.geocities.com/Paris/LeftBank/2940/frost8.html

10. O Captain My Captain! - Walt Whitman
http://www.bartleby.com/142/193.html


The Almost Made-Its

The Thought-Fox - Ted Hughes http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=6616&poem=31435

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day - Shakespeare http://www.fleurdelis.com/shallIcomparethee.htm

She Walks In Beauty, Like The Night - Lord Byron
http://www.bartleby.com/106/173.html

Leda & The Swan - WB Yeats
http://www.online-literature.com/yeats/865/

Ozymandias - PB Shelley
http://www.bartleby.com/106/246.html

Preludes - TS Elliot
http://www.bartleby.com/198/3.html

(pictures courtesy Wouter; hope this post was short enough for you!)

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

The Play's The Thing...

As you probably know, I am a stalwart fan of the usual bitching about Singapore. Being Malaysian, it is almost a pre-requisite of sorts. Having said that, I am not blind to the many benefits Singapore has provided me; my education, the wonderful independent life I lead, the safe environment that allows me to go clubbing all night and walk on the street any goddamn time I please but most of all I am truly grateful for the wonderful artistic "expressions" it manages to entice over. Yes I know KL-ites will cite it as the cultural hub of SEA and in many ways I can't disagree. For sheer originality and creativity, you can't even compare the arts scene here to KL. But seriously is it worth braving KL traffic for?
The solution? Ahhhh It is de very simple. You just de bringing the Malaysian play and putting it in Singapore! I kid you not. Some of the best plays I have seen in Singapore are Malaysian plays. Somehow the other plays (and am not just talking about the Singaporean ones) just fade over time but the few Malaysian plays I have seen really remain etched in one's memory. Maybe it's a cultural connection thing. I can relate to it so I remember it? I don't pretend to know. But in my (and Malaysian plays') defence have asked around and those particular plays are usually lauded by all those who have seen it (Malaysian or not).

The two that come to mind are Spilt Gravy On Rice (Jit Murad) and Atomic Jaya (Huzir Sulaiman). If you ever get a chance to see either. Please do. I have had a crush on Jit Murad since high school which started of as his being the only Malay actor acting in the English medium that I could countenance. So was pleasantly surprised to hear he had written a play and actually went to Gravy under the mistaken notion that he would be acting in it. Even though my disappointment was painfully acute (never seen Jit in person you see and was all prepared to accidentally fall into his lap/into a heap by him etc), I thoroughly enjoyed the play. It twanged strings within my being that I had completely forgotten existed or for that matter even knew of. It's hard of course to summarise any play but this play with its various themes and elements is a complete bitch to nutshell. So I won't. For interested parties, a review (of the Malaysian production, not the one I saw) and summary can be found here http://www.kakiseni.com/articles/reviews/MDIzNQ.html. Would just like to sketch a few unforgettable moments though. I really adored the way they tackled drinking alcohol onstage (Malaysia is a muslim country and Malays drinking alcohol is a very big NO-NO) :

-Hey we are Muslims, should we be drinking alcohol?

-Aiyah! it's oklah we are only fictional characters after all.

Seems the then Malaysian PM (Dr. Mahathir) who was in the audience, thought it was very ingenous and laughed himself silly. Then there was the whole Malaikat Lalu business. You know how sometimes you are talking so animatedly, either to a friend or in a group and then suddenly silence just descends. You have nothing to say. Its not an awkward silence per se, just a hush of sorts. Well, in Malay culture and in Malaysia for that matter we believe that a quietness descends because an angel is passing by (a malaikat is lalu-ing). In the play, an angel (the radiant Lum May Yee) would actually pass by!

As for Atomic Jaya. Oh My God. So absolutely gorgeous. It was just hilarious. Check it out at http://www.kakiseni.com/articles/reviews/MDM3OQ.html. (Basic premise : Malaysia wants to build the atomic bomb but is strenuously denying doing so to the international community). There are a total of about 30 characters in the play and only 3 actors. Utter coolness watching them switch from role to role to role! To pique your interest and ensure you check out the site, here are some tasty lines :

Thumb-twiddling malapropic minister (to be said with classic Malay accent) :-
“Why should we import the highly enriched Iranian? We already buy the Persian carpet and the Persian cat from the Iranian so they become highly enriched at our expense.”

Secretary of State Madeleine Albright:-
“We have the might, and we have the right, and we will not hesitate to fight for the right to our might, and our might alone. Ask not what your country can do for you; rather, ask what our country can do to your country.”

Dr Ramachandran (the indian imported to help out in bomb-making)
“If you vant to take yumbrage, make sure this taking of yumbrage is correct and prahper. Yumbrage simply cannot be taken at vhim or vhimsy. You vill vaste the yumbrage.”

Thrown in for good measure was the ubiquitous Malaysian Song. You know how in Malaysia (hey Singapore does it too!), everything is made into a song to be sung on tv to galvanise the nation. Thus we have a song about Information Technology, Vision 2020, the National Car...etc In the play there is the Song of Songs : "We have the Atomic Bomb, Malaysia has the Atomic Bomb..."

Eh. Actually, I had no intention to talk about those plays at all. Gosh after all these years they are still in my head. Argh. There is such a thing as too much of a good thing... OK the real purpose of this post was to rave about the Second Link (http://www.wildrice.com.sg/pro2005_2link.html).
Saw it last week some time with Archana and Sher. It is a collaboration between Malaysia and Singapore to mark Singapore's 40th. The idea was that Malaysia would "curate" (hey not MY word choice) a bunch of Malaysian material to be performed by Singaporean actors and vice versa. The Singaporean "curation" (OK my word choice, but what else can I call it?) was called Riding The Nice Bus (which is actually the name of the bus that trundles between Singapore and KL) and was ably performed by 5 great names in Malaysian theatre circles. The Singaporean actors meanwhile played Malaysian Roulette (tikam-tikam) with the Malaysian pieces and asked the audience to pick the order in which the pieces would be performed. Yours truly picked "No Strings Attached" a bittersweet piece on the dying art of wayang kulit (shadow theatre).

While the Nice Bus was fine and all that, tikam-tikam was out of this world. I cannot gush enough. The guy behind me was as weak as I was by the end of it. Almost on the floor we were. Archana and Sher, the two coolest cats on the block were just open-mouthed (correct me if I am wrong). I know, good Singaporean actors you say. I say... Bollocks! Its the material I tell you!. While the Singaporean text was able and polished, it just lacked the sheer chutzpah of tikam-tikam. There was our old friend Atomic Jaya (with its classic take on Malaysian race relations: "The chinese to do the work, the malay to take the credit and the indian to get the blame!"), there was a Sang Kanchil story (all Malaysian kids are familiar with the smart, wee mousedeer), there was even an excerpt from "An Introduction to the Malaysian Constitution" . Do check out (http://www.wildrice.com.sg/ebuzz/2link/0508052linkweb.html) for a better take on the "slyly, sexy" Malaysian texts.

So to put it mildly, I guess chaos and disorganisation is needed to generate the sincerity and angst that is needed to create art (or at least excellent plays). In other words: Malaysia Rockslah!

P.S. : Was also supposed to ruminate on the Shabana Azmi vehicle : Betrayal. While I thoroughly enjoyed it, it has already more or less left my alzheimer-like memory. I guess it did not creat a deep enough impression or was overshadowed by the Second Link. What did stay? Shabana Azmi is damn hot.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

Battlestar Galactica

Right. I know. This Blog is supposed to chronicle my exploits, not my obsessions. Am supposed to take the Sunita-rants to my livejournal and not trouble the kindly world population. Eh. Whatever. Some good things just deserve to be plugged man. And I will do my bit in plugging one of the greatest TV shows ever produced.

If you, like me, followed the earlier version of Battlestar Galactica and had your misgivings about the re-imagined version. I would like to allay your fears. The new series is just spectacular. Sigh. It is at moments like this that I miss Meghie, that being of infinite wisdom and special insights into movies, TV shows, books and music. My very own Lorelei Gilmore and then some :-p I am now reduced to spilling my love for the show on a blog, having not met anyone else who has even seen it. Sigh Sigh. Why are the excellent shows like the excellent people of the world frequently unloved...My So-Called Life comes to mind as does the fact that Lauren Graham has never been nominated for an Emmy. Meanwhile the world continues to herald 7th Heaven and the various Survivor and Bachelor/Bachelorette permutations. Hmm come to think of it, I have never really subcribed to critically acclaimed shows either (seriously what was with the whole Seinfeld craze?) so massive pinches (oxymoron alert!) of salt everyone.

Moving on to Battlestar Galactica. It's like the West Wing, Star Trek, X-Files and Band of Brothers all rolled into one. The premise is fairly simplistic as sci-fi shows go. Humanity is scattered over these 12 planets but space travel is pretty common so its like 12 states or "colonies" as they call it with a central government of the "colonies" headed by a President. Now the colonists believe that there were 13 tribes who escaped from a planet called "Kobol". 12 of those tribes peopled the colonies while legend has it that the 13th tribe got "lost" and ended up on a planet called Earth. Shades of the Book of Mormon eh Meg? (Do correct me if I am wrong).

Actually that is not so much the premise as the backstory that we figure out in dribs and drabs early in the 1st season. The premise is actually a whole different kettle of fish.

Having settled on the "colonies" the colonists proceeded to build machines with AI to handle the more dangerous work on mining planets and such stuff. These "robots" gradually evolved and developed "minds" of their own. Predictably they rebelled against their human masters and there was war. It was declared a truce after mankind by regressing to an earlier state of technology managed to not get completely anihilated. The "Cylons" (as these robots were called) left presumably to find their own home in a solar system far far away. This was all 50 years ago.
We open on a surprise attack by the Cylons on all 12 colonies. The only survivors are a rag-tag bag of spaceships who have somehow not managed to upgrade to the new defence computer systems (that the cylons have infiltrated). The main one, of course, is the "Battlestar Galactica" which is actually in the throes of a decomissioning exercise and about to be turned into a museum. Long story short, all that is left of humanity is a bunch of civilian ships with the Battlestar acting as a protector.

Since the colonies have been nuked beyond recognition, the Commander of the Galactica reluctantly agrees to the newly sworn in President's (the former Secretary of Education; check out the swearing in ceremony in the Pilot episode; very reminiscent of the post-Kennedy assasination swearing in of what-was-his-name Johnson?) idea of making a run for it. To galvanise the troops and the rest of the remnants of humanity (about 50,000 in all), he hoodwinks them into believing that he knows where Earth is and that together they can all make a new life there. All this while the Cylons are hot on their trail. This coupled with several mystical allusions to Earth and prophecies about it, makes this show pretty much unprecedented in the annals of TV-land (the old BG was fairly straightforward : they got nuked, they looking for Earth).

So far it sounds like the typical Star-Treky flick. The thing that makes "BG" leap way ahead of ST and its various permutations are its excellent actors, brilliant writing and wonderful characters. No cardboard cutouts here. Everyone is a person, with a backstory, with issues, problems and idiosyncracies. There are no Picard moments of God-like wisdom or standard boob-a-licious babes sashaying around with the wussy job of a ship's "counsellor".

No siree. There are babes on the "BG", of course. One is a cigar-chomping, foul-mouthed ace of a fighter pilot who is only tolerated because she can basically fly rings around her superiors (yes there is equality in the military in every sense of the word). The other is also an accomplished pilot but lo behold she is actually a cylon (Cylons look like humans now, but there are several "copies" of every version) and get this, does not know she is. The final babe does the whole red dress, stilleto heels, popping out boobs thing except that she is not real. Or is she?

Before I elaborate on a few of my favourite characters, let me explain the whole West Wing allusion. Although the colonies have been destroyed, the government carries on in the form of President Laura Roslin (Mary McDonnel, I have loved her ever since Dances With Wolves). Her clashes with Commander Adama of the "BG" and the way in which these 2 characters interact with each other and the rest of the fleet is very reminiscent of the West Wing. In fact in many respects it is the West Wing just in space and with cool battle scenes and some clunky-looking robots thrown in for good measure. There is also the requisite family drama as the leader of the Vipers (the fighter space-planes), "Apollo" is also Commander Adama's son. Apollo (Apollo is Lee Adama's callsign, remember Topgun and "Maverick"?) hates his famous father's guts and blames him for the death of his younger brother Zack (who crashed his plane 'cos he was a sucky pilot). Romantic connections also abound but I guess the main one everyone is watching for is that of Apollo and "Starbuck", which brings me of course to the aforementioned cigar-chomping, poker-playing babe and my absolutely favourite character in TV-land after Lorelei Gilmore.

Starbuck is the callsign of Lt. Kara Thrace. We learn over the course of the season that among other things she was severely abused as a child. Furthermore, she was engaged to Zack Adama and passed him in pilot-training school even though he was as bad a pilot as it got. Saying she has issues is putting it mildly. She has no sense of authority except to flout it and frequently finds herself in the brig (jail to you and me) for insurbodination. Be that as it may, she is the best there is and they are lucky to have her and they know it. The best part of this whole Starbuck thing is that in the original series, Starbuck was played by Dirk Benedict (he of A-Team Fame). "Original" Starbuck was a cigar-chomping, insurbodinate little twerp with a gorgeous smile and a wiz with the women. "New" Starbuck is a cigar-chomping, insurbodinate little dweeb with a luminous smile guys just end up swooning for. I just love it!



















There are many other threads and relationships (yeah this series has much faith in one's ability to keep it all straight, but actually it's so well done you don't really realise it. Kudos to the writers again). There is "Boomer" and her "many" loves. Boomer is the pilot who is actually a cylon. She does not know it though or refuses to accept it. There are 2 Boomers (because there are many copies) in the series with 2 separate plotlines, which does tend to complicate matters but not unduly so. The re-imagined BG has a beautiful Grace Park (of Korean descent) playing Boomer; the original had African American Herb Jefferson. I love it again!

Then there is Dr. Gauis Baltar. Evil-genius? Megalomaniac? No one really knows, least of all Baltar himself. He basically helped the cylons (unwittingly) destroy the colonies and now he keeps getting visions of the super-sexy cylon avatar who pumped (eh :-p) the secret defence information out of him. Is she real, as in a chip in his brain? Or is she merely the subconscious manifestation of his incredible guilt at causing the destruction of millions of lives? Or is she as she claims - an angel of God?

Yeah get this. In an ironic twist, the cylons believe in a "one, true, God", while mankind worships the ancient Romanised pantheon of Greek Gods.

A final word on the music. I completely adored the original theme music. It was up there with Hawaii-5-O and other iconic TV themes and was really sad they did not use it for the new series (except briefly in the pilot, kind of a tribute I guess). But I've gradually come around especially when they incorporated gamelan music. Oh man how cool is that! Wish I could add a soundclip here. Will add some dialogue-clips instead.

[Starbuck's in the brig]
Apollo: What's the charge this time?
Starbuck: Striking a superior asshole.

Starbuck: Permission to speak off the record, sir?
Tigh: Granted.
Starbuck: You're a bastard.

Starbuck: I thought you were dead.
Apollo: I thought you were in hack.
Starbuck: It's good to be wrong.
Apollo: You should be used to that by now.
Starbuck: Everyone's got a skill.

Apollo: Sir, "Apollo" is just my call sign. My name is Lee Adama.
Laura Roslin: I know who you are, but "Captain Apollo" has a nice ring to it, don't you think?

Baltar: So now you're, um, you're telling me you're a machine?
Number Six: I'm a woman.
Baltar: You're a machine. You're a synthetic woman, a robot.
Number Six: I've said it three times now.
Baltar: Well, forgive me, I'm having the tiniest little bit of trouble believing it because the last time anyone saw the Cylons they looked more like walking chrome toasters.
Number Six: Those models are still around. They have their uses

[his decommissioning speech]
Adama: The Cylon War is long over, yet we must not forget the reasons why so many sacrificed so much in the cause of freedom. The cost of wearing the uniform can be high, but... sometimes it's too high. You know, when we fought the Cylons, we did it to save ourselves from extinction. But we never answered the question "Why?" Why are we as a people worth saving? We still commit murder because of greed and spite and jealousy, and we still visit all of our sins upon our children. We refuse to accept the responsibility for anything we've done, like we did with the Cylons. We decided to play God, create life. When that life turned against us, we comforted ourselves in the knowledge that it really wasn't our fault, not really. You cannot play God and then wash your hands of the things that you've created. Sooner or later, the day comes when you can't hide from the things that you've done anymore.

The Dew Of Little Things

The weekend. I DID NOT go out. I know it's surprising to me too. In my defence I am really ill. Flu bug yet again. I hate it how 'cos we're all cooped up in one place, how if one falls we all fall. Usually I am pretty immune and walk tall while everyone is sniffling and watery-eyed. Yeah it's a mistaken notion that I am a snivelling unhealthy weakling. Still here I am down the second time in as many months. Ah well, even the best fall down sometime :-p.


It's a good change, was getting tired of the endless cycle of clubbing and movies. Thank God for the Pictionary party we had for Kaying's farewell (miss that girl!) a couple of weeks ago. Have never seen Camilla so pissed. Tee Hee I gave up the Hall bash for it and that turned out to be a good decision. Christov told me there was a fight and he had to do "rescue" duty. I hate fights and while we are at it, I hate drunk people and I absolutely hate drunk people who fight. Still it's typical Hall. I guess some things will never change. Not entirely a good thing that.

Am actually much better, flu-wise. Harveen provided me with a massive midnight infusion of Teh "O" Halia Limau Panas which did the trick and unblocked the various congested passages. Really nice to re-connect with old acquaintances. Not that I ever really knew the NUS Debators having been otherwise occupied with the NTU and UKM bunches. My loss as it turned out. Wish I had continued debating when I joined NUS but just got caught up in Hall stuff and being able to write. Still I missed out on a lot especially since looking back, Hall was a bit of a dud.

It's really great how God sends people into your life to fill up the vacuum left by those who leave. These couple of months have been peppered with the end of friendships. Some people left physically and some left emotionally. Have been getting reallly tired of trips to the airport and trips down into despair. These things always seem to happen at major transition points in my life. Everytime it happens, I think I'll never be able to find that sort of a connection with another person again but within minutes I am proved wrong.

So I guess this post is a little about these people who refresh the heart. I didnt' really intend for this blog to be introspective at all. And it will not be (I have my livejournal to angstify on) but I'd just like to take a little space to acknowledge those who have been my board and my fireside.

Renu, of course. My moral compass. The only one I listen to in terms of character critique. Well, she does it so rarely and only because she cares, its the least I can do. My mom just remarked to me how I tend to fall ill when she is away, I guess she is my immunity against the storms of the outside world. We have had our ups and downs , of course, but largely we have survived. Who would have thunk? Our tenth year together. I love how she is so accepting yet caring enough to point out your faults. I love her strength in weeding out the toxic people in her life without guilt, something I should learn and live by. I love the way she believes she deserves respect and refuses to countenance those who do not provide it. I love how she has braved adversity and stands tall against all odds. I love how she keeps no grudges nor remembers past sins. She is even worse than I am in this respect :-p. She wishes well to all her enemies and detractors alike. I love her sense of independence and her fierce sense of loyalty for her friends.

Recent experiences have taught me that I tend to be too naive and trusting when it comes to people. Always believing the best of them against insurmountable evidence . So it's really nice to have one person in your life who is always true to form and never disappoints. A person who is as decent, honourable and loyal as you expect a friend to be.

The next person is, of course, Archana. Sometimes I guess the whole karma thing actually works and you are rewarded for your good works and a saint of sorts strays along your path :-p Thanks for being there. For not indulging me in my negative bitching when you could of easily done so. For always being fair in your comments and supportive in your actions. For understanding and helping me out of the pit that I had stumbled into. For your loyalty, affection and genuine warmth. Everyone needs a rock of sorts in the storm of life, a stable emotional presence; calming and kind. Thanks for being my rock :-p



PLC has also brought me in touch with my fellow law-people in a way that 4 years of lawschool somehow never did. I know. My fault. Should have turned up at class more often. Somehow tea-time at hall always seemed more alluring. My loss again. The hall law people are, of course, the best. Jo, Jayne and Faizal. Man where would I be without you guys. Still, I am grateful to PLC for Harjean. That garang, gorgeous bhai girl who is a soul-mate in the complete embracing of nefarious pursuits :-p. Damn Damn that I wasn't close to you in law school. Have always had a weakness for "spunky" girls. It is virtually impossible though to find a true blue funky honest-to-goodness foul-mouthed little bitch, and goddamit if I had not gone and done exactly that :-p. I luff you! Finally someone with a sense of justice and fair-play, who calls life the way it is and makes no excuses for herself or others. Someone who will not wallow in misery and will not countenance anyone doing so as well. And finally someone with a sense of loyalty so profound it seems straight out of a book. I have always considered most indian girls (read india indian girls and singapore indian girls) to be fairly uninteresting, vapid and vain creatures that tear out your soul with their constant whining and obsession with their beings. It's really nice to meet the exception to the rule :-p

There are of course tons more. I remember how most people thought I would collapse into a quivering morass of Sunita-Jelly when Meyghan left. Everyone except Meyghan of course who knew me too well. I do miss you though! Would just like to mention a few briefly and then move on to what this blog is really about : cataloguing my nefarious pursuits and crazy-brained ideas.
Sonia, of course, thanks a bundle for everything. I guess we cancerians have the same ethical compass in many regards but I love how nothing really gets you down. Your supreme confidence in your abilities and your supreme energy to make your dreams into reality. All the while without losing your sense of self or acquiring a veneer of bitterness. Of course it does help that you are one of my quintessential "spunky" girls whom I respect and admire. It's really hard being someone's hero, but somehow you do it really well.

Gosh now I can't seem to stop. Arpita. Arpita thou goddess. You are like a diamond. Your sheer crystalline clarity has done much to drop the scales from my eyes. That and the fact that we always have fun with each other. Always :-p. Damn you though. You figured me out so fast :-p No one does and you did at the drop of a hat. Thou art truly brilliant.



And the boys of course. S1; finally a guy I can actually talk to without having to worry about using big words or presenting too complicated a thought process. Someone I can be quiet with and not worry about awkward silences. That rare phenomenon : a guy with no hangups. They don't make them like you anymore :-p. Claudius, thou bastion of cool. Archit, you are a wonder when one just needs someone to talk to. The hallboys Sriram, Ani, Venki and Prasana (how I miss Moritz), so lepak and happening. Damn all of you. Why can't you be ten years older? Jameen, Maideen and Tony, always there when you need them. Aneesh and Vikram who flit in and flit out of one's life. Always memorably. Now if only they would flit in more :-p

I have to stop now. Or it will go on. And this blog will not fulfill its manifesto. Safe to say, I am grateful to all of you have touched my life. There is a purpose in everything. To those who brought me love and happiness, there is just no earthly way to express my gratitude. I can only hope that I have returned the favour in equal measure at the very least.



And a youth said, "Speak to us of Friendship."
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay."
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.
And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
(The Prophet - Kahlil Gibran)

Friday, September 09, 2005

An Evening In Geylang




Just to bring everyone up to speed. I have finished my law degree at NUS and am now in the throes of the PLC (Practical Law Course) one of several things one has to go through to qualify as a lawyer in Singapore. The course is mostly painful ('cos seriously - studying and exams again?!! after one has graduated!) but it has several interesting elements...

A few days ago, one of those elements found me on the streets of Geylang. Aiyah relakslah. I know I keep threatening to change my calling in life and all that but really I was there on "work". Honest! See we have to do this pro bono (provide free legal advice) session as a part of PLC. Mine just happened to be at Geylang :-p. (For those not-in-the-know, Geylang is Singapore's very own Red Light District).

Anyways, there were four of us and we decided to do dinner and durians after pro-bonoing. Ken
was all Mr. Cool. I guess all Singaporean boys have seen these things from their army days so it's no big shock to them. Michelle did not seem too surprised either. Poor Jean, the "dipshit" (and future DPP) though was utterly freaked out. Me? I was just really surprised that it was so blatant. I mean we all knew that prostitution is legalised here and all but I guess we assumed that everything was done discreetly, behind closed doors etc.

At 6pm, when we first arrived for our pro bono session, the streets of Geylang seemed like any other street in Singapore but at7.30 when we were done, the scene had completely changed. Jean grabbed my arm and refused to walk alone lest she be mistaken for one of "them". Girls lined the streets and despite the stricture against soliciting, accosted male passersby. We braved the barrage of girls and proceeded on to dinner and durians. Oh my God the durians! Thou of the most succulent flesh, Thou King of fruits...(I proceed on to Ode-ify the durian..you get the picture :-).

Amidst Jean's OHMYGODs and Ken's insistence on giving us a driving tour of the "lorongs", I was struck by how really pretty and normal-looking the girls were. Not really vamps at all. Take away the bored expressions and the Bahasa Indonesia, they were girls at "A"(a certain club in Singapore that shall remain nameless :-). Doesn't say much for Singaporean girls or girls at "A" for that matter.

Of course it was really sad. The circumstances that would put you in the position of accosting a toothless,leering, disgusting old bastard. I think that freaked me out the most. But for the love of God, that could have been me.

We saw a lot of indonesian and "thigh" girls. Pretty little PRC girls and quite a few really hot Bapoks . I saw not a single Indian girl but then again this wasn't Desker Road. Also the dark alleys filled with Bangladeshis were just too dark to make out the skin colour of the girls. Their customers, meanwhile, ran the gamut- horny old Chinese men, horny old Angmoh men, horny young Chinese men, horny young Angmoh men....

Jean was really scared she would be mistaken for one of the "girls" and did a mini freak about how we were being checked out while we were busy watching Michelle exit her car (really badly!) from the parking space. Ken was all - well you were standing there arm-in-arm with one hand each on your hips, a checking out is pretty mild, all things considered. Statuesque, alabaster-skinned Jean merely freaked out somemore. I was just mildly insulted I didn't get propositioned. I mean seriously what 's there not to like :-p.

Epilogue : Seems Ken and Jean and a few others did a return visit the next day. The idea it seems was to garner a reaction of sorts from straight-laced Vikram. Unfortunately, this was not to be. Seems the streets were pristine. Surreal. Many theories were put forward. A raid? A whore strike? An extremely lucky night for all parties concerned?

Who knows? Perhaps it was a show just for the 4 of us. For one night we were stuck in the Twilight Zone of whore-land.

Opening Address & Caveats



I Blog therefore I Am.

This is another in a series of attempts to keep in touch with all and sundry (but especially the furthest and the dearest).

Would also like to take this opportunity to apologise in advance if offence is given. Having said that, I tend to be mildly offensive and brutally frank. So if that is not your cup of tea, please do not torture yourself reading my stuff :-p

While constructive criticism and engaging debate will always be welcome, especially from those furthest and dearest mentioned above, negative and destructive criticism, of course, will not be tolerated.

Now that the ground rules are in place.... let's get it started!