Green spots in urban Singapore! | PIONEER Magazine

So I’ve been featured in this month’s issue of PIONEER Magazine!

It’s in the Little Black Book column – if you didn’t get the significance of the name, it’s meant to convey the idea of it containing important information that’s sometimes not known in the public sphere, because:

  1. Soldiers (usually commanders) usually carry a small, black notebook around with them to jot down notes of seeming consequence. I use(d) mine for writing poetry and Map Grid References.
  2. In civilian parlance, a ‘little black book’ refers to a filofax or notebook that men keep with the names and contacts of girls they intend to get jiggy with.

In any case, my actual submission/the actual Q&A as follows:

  1. What tops your list of green spots in Singapore?
    A wooded area at the back of the Turf City fields. It’s not marked on the map but it’s bounded by Turf Club Road and Fairways Drive.
  2. How did you first find it?
    It was a chance find – I was looking for the Turf City fields when I stumbled upon this gem.
  3. What do you like about it and what are some of the things which people can do there?
    I like it for its picturesqueness; it reminds me of the English countryside. Its tranquility is also good for having a moment to one’s self for creative or meditative reflection.

    You can go there to run, cycle or take a slow, romantic stroll with a date. I’m sure writers and artists can also draw inspiration from the beauty of the area.

  4. What’s the best way to get there/ explore this space?
    It’s best if you have your own vehicle. Alternatively, take a bus to Dunearn Road, alight at the Turf Club Road bus-stop and walk to the area.

More PIONEER magazine madness here.

On the subject of race.

HENRY: You want to tell me about black folks? I’ll help you: O.J. Was guilty. Rodney King was in the wrong place, but the police have the right to use force. Malcolm X. Was noble when he renounced violence. Prior to that he was misguided. Dr King was, of course, a saint. He was killed by a jealous husband, and you had a maid when you were young who was better to you than your mother. She raised you. You’ve never fucked a black girl, but one sat near you in science class, and she was actually rather shy.

(Pause.)

CHARLES: …I would never say any of…

HENRY: You’re fucking A right you wouldn’t. Which is the purpose of the lesson. Do you know what you can say? To a black man. On the subject of race.

CHARLES: “Nothing.”

HENRY: That is correct.
— David Mamet, Race, Theatre Communications Group: New York, pp. 5 – 6.

Related links of interest:

  1. We Can’t Stop Talking About Race in America.
  2. Dangerous Liaisons: Tennessee Williams and David Mamet on the damage that we do.

Birthday wishes

Birthday dino

While trying my best not to sound stupid: HEY EVERYONE, IT’S MY BIRTHDAY TODAY! WOO HOO!

Haha!

Anyway, as I’m writing this you might be thinking about sending me birthday greetings.

You might even be contemplating – dinosaur-gods forbid – giving me a present.

Whatever the case, I’d like to ask for a favour from all of you.

Two, in fact, since today is a special day for me, and I don’t often ask for favours.

Could I please trouble all of you to do the following two things for me?

  1. ‘Like’ the Checkpoint Theatre page on Facebook, and
  2. Sign up for the Checkpoint Theatre mailing list.

It may not seem like much to you, but it means the world to me.

Thank you in advance for making this special day even more special for me, and I hope you all have a great day too!