17.01.02

<Totally random>

passing through orchard boulevard on the bus this evening,
i noticed how pretty the colors of the leaves are, after the thunderstorm.
very calming..

then there are these skyscrapers set against the cloudy skies. And the non-stop drizzling of the rain..
this combination always remind me of december holidays spent in hong kong as a kid. I guess I had pretty cool memories of those. Not quite sure why. Maybe cos it was nice to see my father after months of him not being home. nice to see both mother and father together. And be centre of their attention. quite different from the formal and distant relationship we have for as long as I can remember.

Anyways, I must have been smiling (and looking quite approachable) because this middle-age lady next to me started telling me how much I reminded her of this certain actress on tv. don't regconise the name, but whoever this actress is, i hope she's decent.

Bus trundled along holland road.
More nice trees.

If I had a videocam, I think I will probably have all these tape recording of rows of trees taken on moving vehicle. I love those. Quite unimaginative but hey, I'm not an artist or a poet. So, I'm forgiven. I will call them 'weelim's perspectives'. Then no one can say I'm wrong. Heh. ;)

I think I would have loved to speak to keith haring. He was my favorite gay hero. He wrote in his journal, which I read years ago, that art is for everybody. And if people alienated themselves from art because they think they can't understand it, then it is failure on the part of the artist. It would be the artist who does not understand art or has given himself a self-proclaimed knowledge of art. and art in that sense only serves the purpose of fulfilling the artist's ego. To keith haring, art is life as he knew it.

I remember how slightly frustrating my last visit to the singapore art museum with tom was. Other than the fact that the supposedly 'interactive' art installations were malfunctioning, these artists proved themselves to be quite self-absorbed, and obviously exploiting the public's ignorance.

And then I remember how we walked to the history museum afterward. The guidebook calls the area the 'historic district'. Interesting cos we don't call it that. but I like walking around the area sometimes, imagining how it must have looked like during the colonial period. When silly white imperialists with their suits under the hot sun, horse carriages and chinese men with pigtails exist in mutually rewarding relationships. I think I would have liked to be the 8th and youngest concubine of a rich chinese opium trader. ;). I would hate the bound feet (or is it binded feet. oh my grammar is bad! ). So I would have to be Hakka, cos they were the only ones without bound feet. Hmmm. But I like being Teochew. Teochew girls are cute and have fiery tempers. My temper has gotten me into quite alot of shit but I can't imagine myself being otherwise. ;)

Then these loud secondary school girls, quite 'ah-lian', got up the bus. Same time that ak sms-ed me about being depressed thinking that all women would be after him only for his money, not his looks and brains.
It's strange to think of him settling with these typical singaporean 'chee-na' women. But then, one can get quite desperate. ;)

Getting quite dark. No more reminiscence of hong kong.
Walking past the shop @ the busstop, iced-milo screamed out to me

I don't think I can live without iced-milo. Ever.