Oliver! Oliver... Oliver.
came home after watching the musical at the Esplanade. it was a heart-wrenching display of Charles Dicken's "Oliver Twist".
(is that even the correct name of the book? sorry.) ok it wasn't. it was a nice family musical with plenty of
songs which those my age and older would be somewhat familiar with.
i don't know whether i was expecting something spectacular but it didn't leave me breathless.
it had something to do with the fact that i was thinking about a lot of issues as i watched the show.
i was sitting in the first row, which was right next to the stage, thanks to my aunt who received the tickets from
her boss because his children weren't coming to Singapore due to the sars scare. well, i did feel quite good as i sat there but
at the same time, i was worrying about whether the people behind me could hear what i was whisphering to my cousin,
whether i was applauding along with the audience and so on.
i'm a paranoid. anyway, i noticed that one of the boys in the workhouse was a Singaporean child. a teenager perhaps, he's thirteen.
he is one of those child actors on channel 5 and through someone else's programme, we learnt that he was from ACS.
my cousin, having worked with him, knew that he had transferred there.
immediately, i presumed that he transferred to acs only because of its "brand" name.
i felt a stab in my heart because time and again i was reminded of how important a branded school name is to some.
what hit me was that even a twelve, thirteen-year-old would be subject to this kind
of thinking that would be ingrained in his mind. i am once again reminded of how i failed to realise this
sooner, which lead to my miserable existance now. ok, i'm not as miserable now but i often lament and loathe myself.
yet, i don't try my best to prevent myself from going down that road again. that is why i detest myself.
it's difficult to write this all in one entry. i still have homework anyway. see you, if i'm still alive by today.
