The skyscrapers are like fantasy daggers thrust into the sky.
I walk to the theatre, where Grace, Mervin, and Ezzat are having a planning meeting. I converse briefly at the entrance with Ganesh and Mae Shen, who have been working long hours on the production of Mae Shen's play 13.13.13..
Dana arrives. We take a Grab car to TT's house, where TT hosts an Indian lunch. Dessert is pear pie, and then TT serves us sweet sake. He aso gives me a pack of lotus tea to take home to the Philippines.
Dana leaves to work on some writing she has to do. TT takes me to the theatre in a taxi. On the way he tells me that, before he retired, he used to bring a Malay bomoh to the theatre every year, and at night, after everyone else had gone home, to cleanse the place.
I have dinner alone. In Singapore they use the term "soft drinks" rather than "soda", and they say "sparkling" instead of "carbonated".
Day 2 of the Writing from The Heart: From Dreams to Drama workshop.
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