This weekend comprised of vegging out, visiting the museum and cooking one of our Filipino dishes back home – Afritada.
I went to JR’s place to welcome Philip to Singapore; a batchmate from CSB who’s here to visit and tour around. It was fun. The mojitos that JR and Johnny whipped up were surprisingly delightful ~ the mint leaves and tangy Lime gets me elated all the time. Surprisingly, my favourite cocktail doesn’t seem girly at all! Hahaha.
By 3AM, I was so tired ( After a full day of work, a dinner at Chalk, and a chitchat get together session at JR’s place in Holland Village ) Sleep was calling, so I hailed a cab with Grace, who was on her way to Hougang. Thanks to half priced fares when you share a cab, the trip wasn’t so expensive
Saturday rolled along; After our usual routine to visit Orchard Road, we headed off to the library to brush up on some books. I returned a couple of books, and to my surprise, they DO credit your account in REAL time. No more hassles, no more cards to fill up on the back of the books. Everything is heavenly-digital ! ( I’m still amazed up until now! )
I’m planning to borrow a couple of Jazz music CDs this week in the Esplanade library. Hopefully I get some time to catch up on that.
We headed off to the museum in the evening. Apparently, Fort Canning park had new installation artworks and an outdoor escalator to climb the hill. That’s just too amazing! I felt bad about not being able to take photos of it. The escalator swept me off my feet…. I didn’t know that such a thing is even possible. I found it so beautiful.
Unfortunately, the weather was uncooperative, and we looked like chicks wet under the rain. It was awful. Luckily, I had plastic to cover my books inside my bag. The crowds were very agitated with the rain; and our legs were killing the last hope of life to walk farther on. So….. we left.
We were too tired to watch the light show from the German performer.. So we headed off…. home. Sleep, was calling again.
Yesterday, I basically just spent the day vegging out in bed. Meals comprised of cereals late in the morning (11AM) and some sio pao in the afternoon. I was famished!!
Cooking afritada took us a total of 3 hours (from 8PM to 11PM) The work was tedious, but exciting. I cooked a great batch of thai brown rice and mushrooms with broccoli. The results were surprisingly good! Jessette can definitely bring home some great skills in her upcoming move to the marriage ladder.
I’ve just finished reading the book “South of the Border, West of the Sun”… Another beautiful work of art by Haruki Murakami. He will,and will always be, one of my favourite writers of all time.
The next up on my reading list is something abit different : Tolstoy. I’m “attempting” to read the work of an older generation; hopefully it can give me greater insight on how perceptions were conceived back then. Ambitious, but no doubt, conquerable. Reading Tolstoy again has always been in my back burner list for years.
Here’s a short (hopefully, humble) review of Murakami’s work. I know, words are often inept to describe the work of a literary genius; but this is my only way of painting tribute to my favourites. ( I have yet to write a review for “Master of St. Petersburg” by Coetzee — Coming up soon ! )
South of the Border, West of the Sun
Pretend you’re happy when you’re blue
It isn’t very hard to do
Haruki Murakami’s writing lingers in one’s thoughts long after you’ve put the book down. This poetic book characterizes middle aged identity crisis with a Casablanca inspired scenery.
One never disdains Casablanca;On the contrary, Hajime is a perfectly lovable character, with perfectly valid qualms as to respond to various women with much gusto.
The story illustrates the fundamental difference between lovers, and true love. A cheesy idea, though done up with much grace.
On the surface, the story seems like a mundane love story set in a japanese setting. Yet, the historical references to popular western culture, the intertwined meaning and cross over to existentialist themes, makes me think twice and meditate upon my own experiences.
South of the Border refers to a popular Nat King Cole song, a sad musing of Japanese lovers ~ What does it mean, they questioned; Surprisingly disappointed when they found out that it only referred to Mexico. Something in this song was so meaningful to them, surprisingly expressing a light way of looking at life.
West of the Sun refers to a social condition, a discussion between Hajime and Shimamoto about farmers seemingly enveloped and choked in a solitary, calculated experience – that one day, they simply slip out of it. They’re so used to the idea that the sun rises on the East, sets on the West; that they chase for something meaningful on the West side of the sun, that they just collapse and die of thirst and hunger.
The interesting thing is not the fact that they go beserk, as this phenomena affects farmers in herds….. but rather this complex idea that humans hunger for meaning, and are able to go to far lengths to achieve a hope for something else.