Yeah, why? Having spent the last few months refusing to compose or write in fluent prose, acts which I decreed to be willing submissions to an existing order and system (yes, language has laws. Imagine if it had courts of judgement too, some of us would be facing the gallows), I AM BACK. Sean Lim's offhand reference to his blog last night brought me face-to-face with the startling reality that I HAVE NOT READ YOUR BLOGS FOR AN ABSOLUTE ETERNITY. And, yes, you have not read mine, for I have written nothing. (Shall I speak again?)
Bringing myself up to speed on your blogs was akin to sitting in a locomotive gathering speed. As I allowed your alphabet-constructed contraptions to grab hold of me an overriding theme engulfed me in a way reminiscent of the green blur of the country passing the train by (refer to War by JMG Le Clezio, it's full of such reversals). The overriding theme was loud and unmistakable in its unequivocal message (I am sorry my eschewal of regular prose has seen my opulent vocabulary ebb away by the cycles of the moon, hence the simple bisyllabic word 'message'), yet mellow and ambivalent in its sentimental undertones. Yes, you miss school. And your best friends, your 'lifelong' acquaintances come from ACS(I)'s class of 2008. Heard you. Love you. By the way, you notice my allusions to a certain element of the IB experience known as King Lear for IOC? Yeah, I can't leave the past behind either. (And by the way, if anyone wants to have a lively exchange of ideas on what the past means, this soon-to-be Oxford historian is always available to accompany you as you traverse the hallowed turf he has fallen, spellbound, so in love with.)
Have I lost you? If so, then I AM BACK! If not, excuse me in view of my prolonged absence. Okay, here's what this blog is going to do from hereon in, so put me back on your radars, people! As this Anglophile revels in his three-year pilgrimage to the cradle of civilisation, he will update you on what he does in England (probably on a weekly basis, my 25-book-long weekly reading list is going to eat up more of my time than Loh Yu Sheng can manage on the food of people around him :P). If I get lazy and reductionist, don't be surprised to see a standard blog entry formatted along the lines of:
- My best meal this week:
- I played this song the highest number of times on my iPod:
- I remember this quote the best:
- A really funny encounter:
- ............................
Grrr. Before I leave for the UK, though, I shall do some purposeful and pleasurable writing since presently time so generously apportions itself to me. In the works is an article on the relationship between fathers and sons, motivated in part by an article I read in an Indonesian lifestyle magazine, in part by my own relationship with my dad (one in constant flux, mind you), in part by the father-and-son songs I have in my iPod which came up in close proximity to one another on my shuffle last week. Disclaimer: it was an order completely arbitrary but upon whose pertinent items I imposed the categorisation 'father-&-son'. Expect lots of other literary allusions. Please don't bug me now about whether literature is really mimetic, okay? Save that for another day. Also to be published soon is my review of a fantastic restaurant for contemporary Chinese dining - Cassia, located within the premises of Capella Singapore on Sentosa Island. Celebrated my mother's birthday there. Did I mention it was the most fabulous meal I'd had all year? So much for my decided aversion to Chinese food huh.
Sorry, I'm tired. Excuse the large number of grammatical errors I've made on this page, which a rough count would probably put at somewhere in the region of 1000000. Tired people can't really count anyway.
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