Very long day which started with a jog. Broke a glass before leaving to meet a cell member, and ended up being really late as I had to clean up the mess. Spent almost the entire afternoon preparing for cell on Sunday and just talking about life and stuff, then took a walk around good ol' MGS, except that it is no longer old and has turned into a formidable grey-and-white affair, like a weathered old maid in a stiff apron. The stringy bamboo and dumpy fir trees mitigate the austerity of the grey paint and long block names somewhat--but I do miss the layer-cake appearance of a bygone age, when the school was innocent, free, and madcap in its coat pink, blue and cream (was there even green?).
Made it just in time for my first round of volunteering as front-of-house staff for W!ild Rice's Snow White. FOH staff a motley crew--among them teachers fulfilling CIP requirements, theatre enthusiasts, Sebastian-stalkers (the actor for the wicked stepmother, Sebastian Tan) and desperate no-namers trying to break into the theatre circle any way they can. I find myself somewhere between theatre enthusiast and desperate no-namer. Saw Prof Seet among the crowd: no surprise there. He boasts of being able to get complimentary tickets to any production he wants, he just has to ask.
As it was gala night, we were allowed to stay for the reception. FOH staff camped at the tables outside the kitchen and waylaid several plates of the food, rerouting them to our table. Waited ages until the Sebastian-stalkers got to take a photo with him, and then a little while more before we finally ended and returned. Tiring, but fun.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Day Out
Yes, my days out have become so infrequent that I felt the need to blog about this one. It started with roti canai and roti telur, followed by a haircut, followed by three hours staring at my laptop screen attempting to edit my play and not knowing where to start. At the hairdresser's--my first visit to this particular one--I was arbitrarily appointed a hairstylist named Ajes. A name of enigmatic origins. Turns out he's my age. Which was interesting and at the same time mildly unnerving, though I don't know why. Perhaps because I'm particular about who touches my hair, and I'm used to having aunty-ish hairdressers messing with my hair.
A blissful three-quarters of an hour spent downing quantities of green tea while staring at the dishes of wondrous things floating past me on the Sushi King conveyor belt. The staff were in high spirits today, spontaneously breaking out into a chorus of "maso maso" whenever one person said it first. Strange ritual. Good to see that they were happy, as my cousin's working experience at a sushi outlet was dismal. He and a colleague got their ears pulled for using the restaurant's seaweed to cook their maggi mee lunch (yes, they were not provided lunch in the restaurant they worked in). Did I tell you I'm a heavy drinker? I like nothing better than to sit down for a chat and drink five cups of green tea (or Chinese tea) all the while. I drink till I feel heavy.
I am also easily amused. Such mysterious items of food, artfully arranged on their dishes, each dish rimmed with a colour to denote their price. Food with names like mamakari and kurage--cold with various degrees of slimy and yet enticing. White rice, green seaweed, orange salmon, black roe. Here passes three delicate orange spheres with white pinstripes--rice balls in translucent coats of salmon. Yes, I like sushi very, very much. Though Sushi King is only average at best, and its selection lacks the variety and vibrancy of Sushi Tei (incidentally the only other sushi outlet I have ever been to). There' s the difference in the price as well, of course.
Following that a meeting at Mac's with my employer (I am employed!). I am editing a children's book series. Nothing big. It's for one of those direct-selling companies and the writer himself is a free-lancer whose day job is actually investment consulting. crap my keyboard has converted to international configuration and now q is a qnd z is w and i can!t find the apostrophe and the full stop is off too: will try to sort this out: see yq: crqp:
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A blissful three-quarters of an hour spent downing quantities of green tea while staring at the dishes of wondrous things floating past me on the Sushi King conveyor belt. The staff were in high spirits today, spontaneously breaking out into a chorus of "maso maso" whenever one person said it first. Strange ritual. Good to see that they were happy, as my cousin's working experience at a sushi outlet was dismal. He and a colleague got their ears pulled for using the restaurant's seaweed to cook their maggi mee lunch (yes, they were not provided lunch in the restaurant they worked in). Did I tell you I'm a heavy drinker? I like nothing better than to sit down for a chat and drink five cups of green tea (or Chinese tea) all the while. I drink till I feel heavy.
I am also easily amused. Such mysterious items of food, artfully arranged on their dishes, each dish rimmed with a colour to denote their price. Food with names like mamakari and kurage--cold with various degrees of slimy and yet enticing. White rice, green seaweed, orange salmon, black roe. Here passes three delicate orange spheres with white pinstripes--rice balls in translucent coats of salmon. Yes, I like sushi very, very much. Though Sushi King is only average at best, and its selection lacks the variety and vibrancy of Sushi Tei (incidentally the only other sushi outlet I have ever been to). There' s the difference in the price as well, of course.
Following that a meeting at Mac's with my employer (I am employed!). I am editing a children's book series. Nothing big. It's for one of those direct-selling companies and the writer himself is a free-lancer whose day job is actually investment consulting. crap my keyboard has converted to international configuration and now q is a qnd z is w and i can!t find the apostrophe and the full stop is off too: will try to sort this out: see yq: crqp:
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