Flipping thru' old notes

I was just flippin thru' some old notes I had written in my first year at NUS, it was simply ticklish!!! I felt so amused by some of the stuff I had written that I feel compelled to write it here.

Here's a short play that I had written and never completed...

A SHORT PLAY - by Deborah Lee (2002)

(This play consists mainly of LOTTA who attends university in the Numbskull Utopia of Singapore - or so she thinks... The act opens with her sitting in her literature class building another castle in the sky while the affable American lecturer tries to elicit some response from the sonmabulistic critters she has for classmates)

RB( Lecturer): ( Legs straddled across a chair and leaning forward intently) As I told you before, although I love to hear my own voice, I am infinitely more enamoured with yours... so speak up!!! What are your views on he text?

*deafening silence*

That was about 4 years ago. I never thought I would one day write this, but being in NUS has been a very good thing for me. I feel that it was a place that allowed me to grow and explore areas in my life that I had previously neglected. In addition to this, the academic material that I studied acquainted me on a more concrete level with the societal and political landscape of Singapore - something I might never have properly understood, perhaps, if I had continued studying abroad.

Why is this valuable? I believe that it is infinitely valuable because in order to move forward, one has to understand where ones comes from. Undeniably, I was born in Singapore: I grew up in the Singaporean mileau and on a very visceral, unconscious level am probably imbued with the Singaporean mindset and approach to living. It will bode me well to understand the full import and significance of my roots - which attending University in Singapore has done for me. As my mom likes to quote from Sun Tze who wrote 'The Art of War', 'know thy enemy, know thyself, in a thousand battles, a thousand victories'

Maaaa, thank yew! Summore Popiah phulleese!!! ;)

Stuck in Fancy Museums I didn't care for...

What if you had to jump 250 feet from a cliff face into the sea? There was no other way down, you on the edge of a cliff, stuck in the middle of the sea, nobody with you, no phone, nothing. And you had to jump?

What would you feel as you jumped off the ledge? What would you feel? Would you be afraid? Have you loved? Have you seen many beautiful things? Would you be ready to go?

Would you be ready to go?

I want to live each day like it's the best day of my life, to write on my heart that everyday is the best day of my life.

I know the day will come when I live in a country with four seasons, I know that day will come eventually, when I am surrounded by people who really 'get it', I know that day will come eventually when all my dreams will be fulfilled, and I will have loved and lived and I will have three cats and maybe a dog and perhaps even a son and a husband.

I know that day will come, but until that day, live is unfolding now.. I'm sucking deep into the marrow of life. Living it. Feeling every modicum of it, savouring each feeling as it washes over me. Deep calls to deep and all the breakers and waves and oceans have come over me, coursed through me, and I cannot resist it anymore.

Life beckons. And I walk out from a fancy museum to join her at her side.

Harley

I took up a freelance writing assignment with Think! Magazine recently. It was about Harley riders. I joined the Sierra Bravo Charlie/ Sunday Breakfast Club/Stupid Boys Club for a jaunt up to JB for Prata in the early morning. It was such fun! Sarge, who invited me to the ride, used his bigger bike with another seat at the back, it was super comfortable, the music was blasting, lots of rock and roll songs from the 60s and 70s...


It wasn't just the ride up and back that was fun, it was just talking to them. They're just a bunch of guys in their 40s or so that love having fun, not much different from the rest of us I'd say... apart from their expensive Harley bikes.

Love

'I don't exist to like, but I do exist to love. Contrary to liking, love demands nothing in return' - Hugh Prather

Love is a very difficult thing. But I think I'm beginning to understand it alittle better these days.