Stories On A Sunday

Since I had caught up on all the latest episodes of the favorite tv series, I didn't want to stay at home to watch some more movies on dvds. So I went to watch Poop. It was a fairly heavy play for a light-hearted Sunday. But it was food for thought with strong emotions wrought from the good acting.

A very Singaporean play. Most of the terms used are local slang, but they weren't over-used, so it was quite alright. The play should have brought a tear to my eye, but it didn't. The ideas of religion, death and reincarnation (the humans in the play are supposed to be Buddhists), illness and how a family deals with it, take a backseat for me. One could interpret it different ways, but I thought it celebrated the quiet strength of women and portrayed the extremes of the human mind and spirit, and reminded us how some families suffer because of the unfavorable cards destiny has dealt them with.

Then I went off to Trove to play with little crochet animals that the girls brought in from Hanoi. There were different-colored dinosaurs, octopus, snails, turtles and horses. I put together to tell a corny little story of which my friends rolled eyes at. It was time for light drinks before dinner. So I brought some out for a beer (half pint) downstairs. As always, it was good to share a laugh and conversation with the friends.