for last last sunday.

Apart from having to severely over-work myself, resulting in major illness, (again, i am a weak child) what was left of the last weekend actually turned out pretty interesting. albeit a wee bit embarrassing.

managed to attend the big orgy of a launch at sam on sat, as usual late, which turned out to be a good thing because i missed a sizable portion of dr kk seet’s intro. small mercies. the interesting bit actually came at the end of the thing, when cy suddenly introduced me to this girl:

cy: eric, come, this is rui.

me: oh oh hi. *smile politely*

cy: this is rui. *blink blink*

then it suddenly dawned on me that this was donna’s friend. the one who informed her about the existence of my flighty butterfly poem, then tormented me by refusing to tell me who she was.

me: OHHHHH.... *blush.* *blush*

rui: *smile* *semi-snigger*

me: *embarrassed to death*

naturally, being me, i tried to explain to her that i wasnt one of those weird stalker types you see in the movies. end result: i managed to impress her with my enormous stupidity, revealed that i actually wrote 2 more poems of related subject matter, and overall, i “eh” “ah” all over.

sor fern and beng liang who were also at the scene of the crime, were rather amused by this. and subsequently got even more amused when they discovered that i wrote poetry. this despite me hanging around perumal road with all of them. i think they thought i was the handyman, despite the very glaring fact that i didnt do any handy work there at all.

was over at their new place just the other day to look at their new telly and how my guys were gonna mount up the tv. they had guests, more of sor fern’s life editors and contributors i think. beng passed me the bracket that harvey norman’s gave them for the sharp and i was surprised to see that it was a copied one of paul’s 2632 bracket (long story, but i had a part to play in the design of the original model of that line, part of the XLT 26 range) in any case, they seemed more amused of that seemingly contrasting nugget of my life, and amused themselves by introducing me to their guests as the renaissance man, who can write poetry, mount tvs, and draw detailed diagrams for bracketry. i responded by informing their guests that despite that effeminate label, i was still, definitely straight.

managed to also catch wilson’s entry for the esplanade's sparks 4 creative development programme, entitled “Deviation: Dichterliebe” last last sunday. he used my poem, “one moment” in one of the scenes, the one where he drops roses while reciting it to the audience. it is an odd feeling when someone else reads your stuff, and in that dramatic voice, it’s quite eerie. but so ego that i blushed.

go watch it when wilson presents it for the next round. he got through this round to advance to the next one. which i think gets him more funding or something.

cy got nom-ed for singapore lit prize 06, but somehow feels that he won't win. even when all the nominees are poetry books. silly boy.

in other news, princess is somewhere in russia. and i actually miss her.