Just yesterday, I honestly didn’t think it too polite to interrupt my EXCO’s discussions to rotate them 6 times around just to ensure everyone got a nice window view at some time throughout the meeting. I didn’t bother in the end. Eventually I instructed my vice-chair to remove the labels on the chairs when I realised that they were pasted behind the chairs (and no, I don’t have to tell you it’s a pun). What particularly grossed me out was the text and background colours: pink camouflaged too well into the purple background. But I must say that although I didn’t see any entirely black ones, I found the white text on green background quite refreshing.
The meeting ended and I went to the library because I was waiting for my friend to finish his training before we went to J8 for a movie. I remember wanting to borrow 8 SAT books on all the SAT (II) subjects, 3 encyclopaedias and 3 DVDs. I knew those were reference materials and therefore borrowing it would be illegal. I knew I had to make a run for it – and thankfully I managed to hurry out in time before the librarians caught me. They were arranging themselves on newly-arrived swivel chairs in the admin booth, trying to find the chair with the colour and design which they felt expressed their true identity.
We were catching the film (500) Days of Summer starring Joseph Levitt and Zooey Deschanel – brilliant stuff. But we noticed this family of three – a mother and her two young kids – sitting the side. Ever so often, a GV manager would go up to the row they were sitting on, use a loud hailer to tell the row to rearrange themselves, and switched people around while they were doing so. The worst part was when two of them refused to sit together because one of them stepped on the other’s toes. The manager could only look on helplessly as they argued across at least 1 person.
By the time it ended it was around 10, so we went home. I took the train from Bishan to Clementi, and as I waited for it, I noticed 3 married couples (all wearing their wedding gowns) standing at the same door. The moment the train doors opened, they rushed in. The brides sat spaced out on one row, while their grooms sat opposite them. As the train began to move, they began to swap around seats: it was at about Novena that I observed no man would want to sit next to his wife. The entire train carriage could only look at a stunned atmosphere of silence enveloped on the train.
For some reason this reminded me that I would arrange the letters of the word THERMOMETER at the height of the SARS crisis, then when there previously wasn’t one, I was made to arrange the cards bearing the letters EXAMINATION. Or help coaches choose athletes for the school team – the last time I checked, coaches knew their ability rather well. I wasn’t too sure if I should help, so I offered a few suggestions (9450, to be exact), most of which were turned down anyway (9449). Why two people would refuse to sit together at a theatre I can understand, but why three married couples would enter a train compartment, and not choose – there and then – to sit on the same row as their spouses, I simply cannot fathom.
Little wonder, I thought, as I exited the train, why Singapore’s divorce rates have been accelerating.
. WordPress stats tell me that readership rates have actually shifted upwards, which is somewhat surprising news.)
, it’s really more of a motley of random readings and reflections strung together.
But it was ok. During the journey, we had Nigel Fong (yes, that nigel fong) who navigated us. I admit, I was impressed with his initiative. Such people seldom cross my path. 
