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Sunday, May 30, 2004
Let me start my tale from the 27th of May, a Thursday evening.

Every PC in camp had gotten out of the land that geography forgot. Many weren't coming back the next day because of the battalion retreat. I was still mucking around at 1800 hrs, gripped by indecision. I had some silly meeting on friday morning. Meaning I had to sleep in camp. But I had absolutely nothing to do from then till 2200 hrs (american idol finale, hello...?!) So, on impulse, I caught a ride to Jurong Point. Cherie didn't want to drag her bored little butt out, so I resolved to spend an evening alone in the friday night crowd.

In the end, I bought a ticket for the Shrek 2 show at 1930 hrs. It's the first time I've watched a show in the cinema by myself. The seats all around me were occupied by cuddling couples. Hooray for box office seat allocation.

But hey, Shrek 2's a rollicking ride. Dreamworks spoofed LOTR, Tobey's Spideyman, Mission:Impossible and From Here to Eternity, just to name a few. I dig their sense of humour that rewards (yours truly) the eagleyed cinephiles and unwilling popculture freaks. Did you see "Sir Justin"'s poster in Cameron -- er, Fiona's room? Or Disney's Gaston and Lumiereemerging from the upturned vat of potion? Pretty tongue-in-cheek (and AbFab!) that Jennifer Saunder's the fairy godmother.

But seriously, I think Katzenberg's sending a sublimnal message to young princesses out there. All males are either 1)gender-confused, lip-glossed, face-glittered, impossibly handsome princes; 2)fat, ugly, green and good-hearted ogres; and 3)irritating, talkative asses. I beg to differ.

Half the audience walked out barely after the credits rolled. Which was a pity 'cause of the added scene. To which I would like to ask: How does a dragon and a donkey, er, copulate???

- End of Part One -

Saturday, May 22, 2004
I wish I was in France now. Cannes, to be more specific. I could just spend the whole day eyeballing films that understand how much more a picture can convey vis-a-vis a chunk of dialogue. Besides, Aishwara, Gong Li and Ziyi's all there. I could spend a whole week eyeballing them.

Caught up with Cannes fever, Lucas went ahead and bootlegged In The Mood For Love, the prequel to 2046, Kar Wei's much bally-hooed about arthouse-sciencefictition-5-years-in-the-making film. Just back from his stint in the hospital (after a groin injury -- don't ask), he booted up the Xbox and we settled in to watch a film I should have seen 4 years ago.

In The Mood is a lovely film. I loved the 60s decor and couture (check out Maggie's cheongsams!). I loved the lonely, atmospheric strings soundtrack. I loved this modern nu-lovestory genre. Here, love isn't about sex. It isn't even about holding hands. Its borne out of deperate longing, tempered by fear of what might be, sustained by dubious, sensuous, passions. You should watch it.

OK, more news from the frontline. I gotta toss up between Brown and Duke. Though I'd really prefer studying on the East Coast because of spring break. Hehe. Decisions, decisions.

Saturday, May 08, 2004
Just outta camp. Yeah, what was I doin' on a sunday morning in camp? Call of "duty".... sigh

So my whole family's out on their happy little sunday routine while I've got the whole house to myself. Right now I'm listening to the Soggy Bottom Boys. Hehe... "AAaayyye... am a man... of constant sorro-oow..." Lucas (i think) zapped the whole Brother soundtrack off the Net.

anyways. Its been a good week so far.

Spent the whole of Wednesday in the rain getting my soldiers to mull over whether a pregnant mother waving a grenade in their faces was a "lethal threat" that called for "lethal force".

I was on my feet the whole of Wednesnight buliding concertina wire fences.

On Thursday I got grilled by Mister Phillip Yeo (but he gave me the scholarship anyway.. Hallelujah!)

Friday I brought Hannah out for Armour's 35th Anniversary Dining-in. She was a little (dare I say) catty before the whole thing, but I guess she sorta lightened up later. Well, she got to meet a general and catch up with old girlfriends. My cummerbund was way too tight. That, with my weird biology, kept me (literally) in knots for the whole night. But hey, I enjoyed myself.

Thanks, hannah. (Have I said that yet? =p) OK, maybe I downed a little too much chardonnay. But we've known us before puberty. And your black stockings made you look a little like Jennifer Garner.

Lucas is going on standby tomorrow. Me? I'm a battalion-level asset. Why needlessly stress me out with a 2 hours notice to moblilisation?

Sunday, May 02, 2004
I led juniors worship this morning. I suppose the significance of the fact that it was the FIRST ever praise session in the newly erected extension to the church was lost to both kids and adults. It did dawn on me as I entered the sunbathed airconditioned room that was (simply) #02-04, but with barely 10 minutes left to brief Celine on the song order and to get the transparencies, appreciating the new environs was not a luxury of mine.

The kids went crazy when Eric displayed the pack of Hacks blackcurrant sweets as the prize for his miniquiz on Paul's letter to the Colossians. It's just too easy to satisfy them. Even a simple, no-frills quiz could get them so hot and bothered. I look at grown-ups and I cannot say the same. Pretty much the paradox: you can't wait to let go of Mommy's hand and grow up; when you ARE Mommy and can't afford to let go of your kid's hand, you wish you hadn't grown up after all. Figures why Peter Pan's such a fave among us all.

Hit Jovian's shack after church and saw the Coen brothers' O Brother, Where Art Thou? It's a fun, rollicking ride thru the Midwest America of the 1900s. There's song and dance and a simple plot to keep things interesting. I like the songs. I like 'em so much I gotta R-U-N-N-O-F-T and get the soundtrack!

Oh well. A*Star final round interview this Thursday. Armour Anniversary dining-in the day after that. Busy little me.

Saturday, May 01, 2004
ahh.... radio check done

five-two to hotel-quebec.....