Bridge

I learned finally how to play Bridge (the local Singaporean version) and Texas Hold'em. One of my classmates (well, former classmates now) tried to teach me how to ride a bicycle too, but I was too much of a pussy. In short, the class chalet was good. According to Wikipedia this version of Bridge is nearly absent from the internet and completely so outside of Singapore. So I guess it was the right choice to sacrifice two nights' sleep for some good ol' card gaming, because I have a feeling today is the last time I'll be seeing many faces.

When I got home, I played the Left 4 Dead demo instead of sleeping, because it turned out be be near impossible to sleep in stark daylight, with both remembered and imagined conversation ringing in my head. When I get really tired in bed it happens. I start to believe people I know are talking to me. Sometimes I'm fogged up enough to answer.

Anyway, I have stuff to do. Foremost on the list is the Kunai Clan Movie (the project files are being gay, I might have to restart the entire editing), GunZ machinima project (scheduled to develop over the next year), and the BBC Radio playwriting competition (due in March). And I feel like writing 30-minute short stories for my English teacher (sorry, former English teacher) to use as sample essays. It makes me hard to know that my legacy shall live on besides the likes of P. Victor.

Many of my classmates are going for job interviews. Frankly I don't want a job on my own plate, regardless of whether I have time for it. But regardless of that (not wanting a job), I'm not sure I can juggle my current projects and a job.

Even so, there seems to have been a plot twist. I've been offered my first writing job by my old teacher at the Drama Club. She says she'll shell out money for a script for next year's Singapore Youth Festival. She has actually already been asking for this script for a long time, but now that I've graduated, she seems to think payment is in order, despite that I was and still am willing to do it for free.

So now my childhood is gone. It's really going out like a candle. Secondary School just ended. I have quite possibly seen the last of the Drama Club and 2/7 I know. I'm beginning to have to work for real. I can never complain that the subject I'm studying is useless to my life now.

On the twelth, the school OM noted that I would never ever get to sleep in the canteen again. I also went up to our old classrooms with my camera, but they've all changed after the new Sec 4s went through them. I can't turn around and crap stuff with people sitting behind me. I can't walk past 4/6 and ogle Mikana. I can't believe that I let my last lessons in school pass by without any sort of ceremony that wasn't Graduation Day. And now I have so few pictures of my time here - it's not enough. Is this all just going to fade from me? I feel like I've just burned my bridge.


Karen Traviss says that the good thing about being a writer is that when shit happens, you just put it in your book and sell it.