I have the entire morning to myself and am taking my sweet time. A double espresso on the balcony.
Now watching a Thai movie in my ninth-floor room. I love Thai movies. They are well-made and usually well-performed, and their writers seem to see things from perspectives no other ASEAN writers have.
After lunch, I walk to the theatre. The workshop venue is being set up with risers for the eventual dramatized readings of Pamela's and Clara's plays.
The Singapore Tyler Print Institute is right next door to the theatre. I've always been planning to conduct my workshop exercise "Art Installation II" for participants there, but it is never open during the times when we need it.
Informal reading of Danial's play, for which Wisely recruited several friends to read parts. Wisely comes and says hello before taking off. He is quite a live wire and needs someone to ground him.
I walk to Yong Bak Kut Teh after the reading. I note that "Mohamed Sultan Street" is abbreviated as "Mohd Sultan" on some signs. I pass by a stall called For The Love Of Laundry and see that there are at least two Filipinas working there.
So far i've identified three uniquely Singaporean products: Tiger Balm, bak kut teh, and paratha bread, which, I swear, is available at Assad's in the Philippines. I remember that TT described the uterus-shaped, clay jar that such bread is cooked in during our lunch, and I confessed to him that we simply use a stoneware pan back home.
The sky is still light at 7:00 PM and quickly turns dark by 7:15 PM.
Day 4 of _Writing from The Heart: From Dreams to Drama_.
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