My luck has never been very strong when it comes to the big competitions that the world seems to care so much about, so I try not to get caught up in anything. I focus my luck on making things work in my own life, whether it’s finding parking spaces, better jobs, or hoping that the movie hasn’t started yet. When I’m in Singapore, however, it all changes. I can’t really say what it is, exactly, but something about the place makes me fall madly, deeply, and even truly, in love with anything that has even a hint of the sheen of pop culture. I just go for it, and whatever the genre, whether it’s sports or music or even industrial design, I love to be somewhere in the middle of the crowd.
I made a decision not to get caught up this time, and instead, focused my trip on enjoying all of the things besides pop culture. I love going to the galleries, and there’s always some exciting new performance art going on here, that’s much better than the work in my hometown, which is always so derivative of Marina’s early body work. And when it comes to finding a good Chinese restaurant, I have an incredible skill. It’s like second nature to me, although finding a good Chinese place in Singapore is sort of like finding a goatee in Seattle. So I was altogether absorbed and very happily into my appetizers when I couldn’t help but over hear the table next to me talking about Singapore Idol.
Thousands were expected turn out to see the finals live, and I had happily avoided it altogether. But someone was talking about how they really wanted Sezairi Sezali to win, because they couldn’t stand seeing a woman get the award. This made me so angry that I became a fan of Sylvia Ratonel right there on the spot. By the next morning, I knew everything about her. I knew that she didn’t eat her vegetables, and I forgave her for that. I also forgave her for snoring like a trucker, and even imagined its sound in my mind. It was sweet. So cute. So very like Sylvia. Of course, she lost, because that’s my luck, and that’s my curse, and I just want to tell her I’m sorry. But you know I love you.



