It was around 9.30 pm, when I walked out the doors of the library, holding in one hand the zenith cup of coffee that day and Schindler's Ark, the novel which Schindler's List was based upon, in the other, a grim representation of the history IA work I have to conjure up tommorow. The street was amazingly quiet, amazing because seperating the library and Bugis Junction is a small road that's always filled with vehicles, their horns and a whole lotta exhaust for your breathing pleasure. Like I said, tonight was deathly quiet, with the occasional sounds of trees rustling in the wind's midst. Very unlike Singapore, I contribute. Sitting down on the pavement to read, I see streams of college students, undergrads and a plethora of muggers leaving the library, preparing to get home as quickly as possible to get enough rest in order for them to wake up early the next morning to come back to the library before it opens to continue their life, or lack thereof.
Schindler's Ark is great, Liam Neeson is perfectly cast as Oskar Schindler, and is the first character I think of now when I hear the actor's name, rather than a green lightsabre wielding Qui Gon Jinn. Anyway I digress. Draining the last ounces of caffiene, I am interuppted suddenly by the arrival of a trishaw fleet, most like the TIE fighters that follow the Death Star, since we are on the topic of Star Wars. A group of about 7 trishaws, driven by the driven, in a flying V formation much akin to that of geese. As they drew closer the whole confluence of tradition and modernity hit me like a Force push as I realize that it is only in Singapore that such things can happen, as the monolith of DieHardStudying towers behind me and a similar monolith of DieHardShopping in front, seperated by the asphalt that the orange geese tread now.
As they drew closer, my eyes were drawn to something blue, at the feet of the geese. Neon lights, undoubtly, and as always, with neon lights come music. I prepare myself for the mmzhi mmmzhi that always comes, as sure as summer comes after spring and a taxi after midnight surcharge has been turned on, with the neon lights.
However. Instead of Ace of Bass (whatever the hell that really is), The Verve's Bitter Sweet Symphony is carried throught the quiet street by the winds, as if infecting every nook of this lifeless city, blanketing the night with it's irony. Only in Singapore, the refrain goes.
And then I give a wry smile because how can you not?
Delivered at 12:08 AM;
KENNETH
Name:Slumber
Born:16th August
FANCIES
Him.K.anglo-chinese.music for the passionate.marvel.gunners.
Orange.debate.
long bus rides armed with an eye and a pod.74.
philosophizing.dystopia.
coffee.Rove.Health.Famary.
Buddies.
writing.1984.
expression.Italian food.
journeys.teh-peng.
stream of consciousness.
witty play on words.musing.
accents.the heartrands.performing.
being a closet connossieur.
a point of view.vigorous
interaction with spherical objects.
irony&pathos.yum.
JS.spirit.a girl that would smile
