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Sat through 5 hours of Peter Brooks' The Mahabharata. It didn't really do justice to the original Hindu epic, and the international cast didnt quite work out. But you couldnt really expect much of a movie that was made in 1989. Heck, I wasn't even born back then and the technology didnt do much help.
The creative writing course which was supposed to be held at the POD, sixteenth level of the National Library turned out to be a book sharing session by an author deemed by a certain teacher to be worthy of a Nobel Prize. I beg to differ. Haha. 1515, aside, which Ive not gotten past the first chapter, Detective Indigo seemed like a far-fetched imaginary novel that didn't really arouse any curiosity or earned quite an impression. It was like yet another desperate tale of something that could probably never be achieved. Dang, or I'm just too much of a cynic/cynist, whatever.
Everyone's probably doing the countdowns to Prelims, and the big As. I am not even there yet.
I should have seen it sooner, Im not your next-door obedient child who does his work regularly and produces result. I was born with somewhat a rebellious streak, which have already shown up at the early stages of life. I mean, I was schooled in a kindergarten which has already ceased to exist, seeing as how we studied in a building similar to a kampung house and was located behind the Changi Prisons. Childhood days consisted of running along the high fences and picking unripe starfruits of trees and devouring them wholely on the frontyard of the school.
Then there was primary school. The system back then was unique. We had the front gate and the back gate, and usually, the students who lived on the other side and had to use the back gate was given the priority, cause they were the minority. They had the privilege of leaving first, so what we did was claim to be using the back gate. Then, when no one was looking, we would sneak back into the main assembly area, avoiding any teachers at all cost, using the other school's space, and use the front gate. But we got caught eventually, and were threatened with a few strokes of the cane on our thighs to remind us to wait petiently for out turn. Then, there was the almost-to-happen accident which could have proved fatal, if the taxi driver didnt have pressed the brakes in time.
All I remembered of secondary school days was of skipping night studie sessions to catch Hairspray, throwing aside elearning to visit Vivo, and sneak out library books by removing every barcode and sticker on the poor book, just so that we could read it. Somehow, we had the conscience to even think of returning back the book, but decided against it.