On the subject of singing, I've broached the idea of going caroling this year to Eekia and Choonping and have been met with but moderate enthusiasm. It's been a long time since I've done Proper caroling (last year's Rhythm and Blue Carol of the Bells debacle does not count) and it honestly isn't too difficult to set up, doesn't have to be a big deal in terms of rehearsal time, procuring scores and so forth. Also, it is the time of year where hotels and such are practically begging the festive trollers to emerge and help up the festive quotient of their establishments so that tthe money will pour back into the coffers so that the whole lovely cycle can start up again the next year. Or we could do churches where pitch transgressions don't matter quite as much. Or hell we could just stand on a street corner somewhere with an overturned fedora.

I suppose this might be wayward nostalgia more than anything else on my part, but who cares? I've given up being embarrassed about my attachment to the past. There comes a point where one has to draw the line, admit that yes, we're changing, but there's a part of us that will always be us.

In Bishan, about a week ago, I happened by the old Base (which became World of JJ several years after we left RI), and which has now closed down and moved across the way near the S-11. I was kind of upset by that for a while (upset enough to call someone about it, yes, I'm an idiot), but you know what, I went to check out the new place and the old fat auntie is still there, as is the shorter, thinner one who looks like what Tammy from The Apprentice will be like in 30 years, and aside from things being a little glossier and the lights being a little brighter, everything is more or less the same. See, I can live with that; it's not as if I get eternally mired in the past. But let's not burn down the shop altogether; that would make me sad indeed.