Easter Sunday

This morning, I got up early to go to church, then hit snooze. Thus, I ended up at the 10am Easter Mass... at 10am. As anyone who has ever gone to church on Easter Sunday knows, the church is always packed. Unfortunately for me, I'm dizziness/fainting prone, and such packed churches are, well hot. Last time this happened was in Singapore where I had an excuse - I was standing in 90' humidity - today was fairly cool and a little rainy, but the inside of the church was quite warm.

I am now at home, after two near misses hitting the floor. Such is life. I should have gone to the 8am, no one likes waking up at 7am to go to church.

National Museum of Singapore et al

Today being Sunday, my usual day off, I intend to do something interesting. Today's plan is to revisit the Catholic Church here, The Good Shepherd, but arrive early this time. No more getting overheated and almost passing out. I went back to the Anglican church last week because they have air-conditioning, but it's just not the same, and the sermons are, quite frankly, too long.

After church, I plan to visit the National Museum of Singapore, which I have now seen multiple times from the bus, but haven't ever actually stopped to visit. After that, I'll probably go to the library and hang out for awhile. Pretty much anything to keep from having to go directly back to my tiny, claustrophobic little corner of the earth I currently call my room.

Another day in tropical paradise

Today I went to church, as I usually do on Sundays, but I was running late this morning so by the time I got to the cathedral, I had to stand outside. Standing outside is no small sacrifice - there are no fans outside, and no shade. About halfway through the homily, which is generally between 20-30 minutes into the mass, I started getting dizzy and light-headed and nearly passed out.

Clearly, whoever decided that palm trees equal paradise didn't spend very much time standing outside in the heat. I took a shower as soon as I got home just so I could feel somewhat decent again.

Last night, I had the great pleasure to attend a live Cantonese opera, The Scholar and the Maid. It didn't even cost very much. Anyway, it was absolutely fantastic. I loved the music, the costumes, the dancing - even the singing, which can be a little overwhelming at times. The company that did it provided Chinese (Mandarin) and English subtitles, and some of the translations were hilarious because they used the very proper Latin-derived word instead of the words normal people would use. My favorite line was, "I love your petite lips and your charismatic glance." The story was about as stupid as any other opera/musical comedic love story, but it was brilliantly done, and a great pleasure to watch.