Soliloki

Prosaic soliloquies performed by a quixotic person

Archive for March 2011

Une Enveloppe

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There’s a mom-and-pop grocery shop that I used to go to all the time back when I was in primary school. The school kids didn’t know what the name of the shop was so we simply called it Kedei Luar (which literally means ‘Outside Shop’ because it is outside of the primary school). Recently, I got to go there again after so many years, just to purchase an envelope since it was the only shop I could think of to go to at Green Road. Ah, what a reminiscent trip to the shop it was. Everything is pretty much the same like before, as well as the smell. Even Uncle (the shop owner) still owns the same royal blue Bermuda shorts and frayed singlet. Imagine that.

Me: LaoBan, you mei you mai envelope?
(Boss, do you sell envelopes?)

LaoBan: Ha? ‘Enwilop’? Shen me dong xi?
(Huh? ‘Enwilop’? What’s that?)

Me: Envelope. Sampul surat.

LaoBan: Oh, na ge ha? *points to a table laden with overripe/rotten mangoes and bananas*
(Oh, is one of those it?)

Me: Er…bu shi, wo jiang sampul surat. Sam-pul su-rat.
(Er…no, I said envelope. En-ve-lope.)

LaoBan: Oh. Tee hee.

And you, Uncle, are still the funny geezer I knew you were.

Written by SZA

24 March 2011 at 9:49 PM

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More Than I Can Chew

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For a while now, I’ve been toying with the idea of writing a screenplay. Just for fun. But I never really got around to doing it until recently, when I was browsing through the latest announcements posted on my student portal and saw a recruitment advertisement for a scriptwriter for the Uni’s musical production. I was definitely intrigued since this was the kind of boost I needed to get started on my new interest. On the other hand, I wasn’t sure if I should grab the opportunity. I mean, how could I manage to fit in an extra activity since there’s a lot on my plate right now. An eight-to-five work, weekly nighttime classes, and house chores that I need to attend to. Alright, so it doesn’t look like there’s a lot on my plate, but for someone who isn’t an expert in time management, well, it does seem to be a lot.

After a few days of thinking, I told Mother about it, thinking maybe she could give me her two cents on my predicament.

Me: You know, the Uni is going to hold another musical this year and now the Drama Club is looking for a writer. And I’m thinking of joining the production team. Only that I’m not sure if I could give my one-hundred percent effort and commitment to the club and work at the same time. But I really do want to try something new…blah blah…experiencing college life to the fullest…yadda yadda…I don’t know. So, what say you?

Mother: Why? Will you get paid for that?

Ah, typical Asian parents. Putting more emphasis on education and professional career above all else. As much as Mother being open to most things and generally an easy-going diplomatic person, sometimes she doesn’t seem to grasp the concept of doing things for the sake of just doing them without good solid purposes. Soon after that though, I decided to just grab the bull by the horns and join the production team. Mother seemed to be alright with that. Yay.

So two days after that, I met Hew, a Drama Club ExCo, to talk about the script and the play. I got even more excited about the whole thing after the meeting. And even more nervous, too. I mean, will my script be as good as the ones used in the previous plays? What if I get a writer’s block during script-writing, or worse, a worker’s block? Questions about what will happen are on loop and making me feel mighty worried (and somewhat regret with my compulsive decision to join an extra activity).

Hm. *thinking*

OK, you know what, let’s just sleep on it and cross the bridge when we get there, shall we?

Written by SZA

19 March 2011 at 1:41 AM

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