Musings of A Girl Named Sharmee

I went to catch The Pillowman with a few of my classmates just now at the Singapore Repertory Theatre and I must say it is a wonderful show! It was fun watching Michael Corbidge act as Michael Katurian, a psychotic spastic child killer. Though I must admit it was a bit disturbing at first when they opened the show to a scene full of profanities. Ho hum. I got used to it within the next 10 minutes.

Although the SRT did an adaptation of the original British play, they did a magnificent job. Daniel Jenkins was a splendid Katurian, the so-called fiction storyteller. I would say Katurian was a crazy old fag who had nothing to do but have fantasies to kill children in the most horrific way you could ever imagine.

Go catch the show if you have the time. You wouldn't waste a dollar or time, at all.

Oh ya, to those who watched it with me, here's an illustration of The Pillowman.


Another note: anybody up to catch the Great Spy Experiment's first ever solo concert on 25th April 2008?

'In the long run, we are all dead.'

What Keynes said is true. We are all due to face death one day and we can't avoid it. When it comes, it'll strike you from the back unless you're prepared for it. Death is scary - you can run but you can't hide from it.

Reading about genocides, massacres and studying them made me realise that you're never too young to die. The miracle baby who survived the car crash in Muar may give you a glimmer of hope, but only if God is kind to you. This week alone, I found out 2 of my friends have relatives who recently passed away. Living in an area full of the aging population scares you further - there's a funeral every other week here.

It's time to pull up my socks and not take life for granted.

You see two girls, one in a JC uniform, the other in a nurse's outfit. They're giggling away, pointing to the numbers on the wall and having a heated discussion. They look like they're fighting, with their horrible facial expressions and tone of voice. All of a sudden, they laugh loudly and hug each other.

That was what happened just now to Sarah and myself. Finally, we applied for driving lessons. Sarah applied for car, I applied for bike practicals. Ho hum.

The rationale?

When it's a just a date with Sarah, I'll bring a bike. When it's the whole of Kool Kentals, she'll bring a car.

This is the part where you guys laugh - it's not gonna happen. Both of us don't have money to buy vehicles laa!

So my first practical is on Wednesday after school. Can't wait!

Finally, the block tests are over. It's not as though I studied well for it but I'm just glad that redundant block of cheese is not here to haunt me anymore. It's the A Levels now, baby. So Sastera paper took us by surprise; Aisyah did 4 questions instead of 5, and apparently everyone thought the paper sucked. Oh wells, we learn from mistakes, aye?

Went back to Temasek yesterday to find myself having a ball of a time with the kiddos. I feel so young again! They've all grown up and I'm glad to see that they've been doing a great job with the PSLs and the school. Apparently, I crashed the right day cause the OCIP people were having a barbecue and Adam and I decided to be parasites for one night, as Mr Oh said it. Played games with the Cambodians and the kiddos then retired for night at Simpang with Adam. He's become Mr Popular at Simpang now. Gosh.

Then it was night cycling with the Fityanees! I love the whole of yesterday night and this morning. Singing songs to keep awake and irritating the girls was priceless. Made some new friends along the way and got even closer to the ones I know. Too bad Burger and Fishball couldn't follow us. It would have been more fun.

Praying Subuh on the bare ground was exciting. You could feel the morning dew on your hands, feet and face and it just makes you realise how beautiful the world is. Oh yes, the sunrise was SPLENDID. I haven't watched the sunset with anyone, but watching the sunrise with your other family is simply magnificent.

Just woke up from the long sleep I had and my lower body is still hurting. I didn't take Zahrah's advice in bringing a cushion for the seat and now, I'm having butt cramps. I think it's swollen. Ho hum.

Enjoy the long weekend people.

It's amazing how you can study so hard the night before the paper only to realise that you came a tad too early for the exam the following morning.
A bit more info for those of you interested:

1. Subuh by the beach would be BEAUTIFUL! Sunrise ya'll! Do remember to bring your own praying garments (for the girls).

2. The bicycles are rented from ECP's bike shop so don't worry if you're scared of using some dingy old apek tue nye bicycle.

3. The route has been tried and tested by the committee at least 4 times. We're not gonna torture you, promise!

4. If your parents might worry you'll stray off, fret not cause the Ustazs will be accompanying us on the trip. PLUS, you'll have a lot of brothers and sisters (me) to protect you! =)

5. You can get your forms from the Darul Ghufran Mosque office OR get them from me!

6. IT'LL BE LOT'S OF FUN!!!

Tata for now. It's back to History.

Everyone's blogging about the MBT. So let's jump into the bandwagon and spill the beans!

I haven't been studying...

At all.

Okay fine, I did study the Indo-Pak conflict and bits and pieces of Arab-Israeli Conflict, but that's about all. I'm just going to class tomorrow, sit down with a pen in hand, then answer the questions that I can possibly answer.

It's Econs tomorrow, people. Have fun thinking of the falling US dollar that makes imports a lot cheaper right now. People are importing more than they export then local produce will be more expensive. Next thing you know, there's slow economic growth cause the net exports are dropping. When net exports fall, aggregate expenditure falls and voila!

HIGHER GENERAL PRICES!

Not bad eh? For someone who spent the holidays cooking, cleaning, shopping and studying when the mood comes.

By the way, Singapore's inflation rate is superbly high, just 2.3 points short of China, at 6.6%.

P.S. Inflation is the period of sustained and inordinate increases in general price level.

P.P.S. I wanna buy stuff online since US dollar is cheaper now. Hohum!

General Paper has never been more exciting. It's the first paper under a new teacher and I really want to do well. I've done my best, it's up to God to decide.

Anyway, I'm watching the first episode of the new season of the Arena and I'm at all convinced by the two schools debating about the Singapore identity. RI is not as interesting as it was last season, and CHIJ St Nicholas girls can't pronounce really well, can they? The first speaker from the girls' school pronounced Singaporean as Sing-a-po-rii-ann. Yeah, the way you would pronounced it if Singaporean was a Malay word. I can't be too hard to them, though, can I? The pressure is on them to kick start the new season, so I'll give them some slack. I'm looking forward to Madrasah Al-Maarif's debate, though. I must watch them in action cause from Atiqah's article in BH, they sound like good debaters.

So Broken Social Scene had a concert for Mosaic last night and I didn't get a chance to watch them cause tickets were sold out, well, the cheapest one actually. Went on YouTube and I found loads of their music videos. I have fallen in love yet again, with a new band. Ho ho ho. I'm damn stupid for not going to their concert but heck, I hope they come again soon.



I think I'm going to drop by Esplanade on Wednesday after my Dental Appointment to take a look at the acts. Oh ya, the girls have started a cat fight in the Arena. Scaaa- reay!

You're a part time lover and a full time friend
The monkey on you're back is the latest trend
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Here is the church and here is the steeple
We sure are cute for two ugly people
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

We both have shiny happy fits of rage
You want more fans, I want more stage
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

You are always trying to keep it real
I'm in love with how you feel
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train
I kiss you all starry eyed, my body's swinging from side to side
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me
So why can't, you forgive me?
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu du

I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you