I admit, I am not the most cultured person and it has been YEARS since my last play. So yesterday when I was dressing up to go to work, I decided to wear and nice tube top with jeans and my killer heels because I am going to the theatre (studio) to catch 251 with iGeek and Molala.

to my dearest igeek: I realise that you never use my real name when you blog, so I will keep your ID a 'secret' too. =)

Anyway. By the time I finish organising an internal training which noone turned up. My feet was screaming in pain. It didn't feel like my feet. It felt like Hei, squeezing his giant feet into my heels and hike through the jungle for 1 week. I was in pain. And it didn't help that it rained and iGeek happily took out her sneakers to air her wet feet when we sat at the studio. She looked mighty comfortable. Im sure it stank, but it looked comfortable.

Back to the main topic. Well, although I can't say it was awful. But 251 certainly didn't capture me as much as I like it to be. It has some rather funny bits and it had a interesting use of numbers. But I don't think it truly captured the story that is ANNABEL CHONG. Maybe because I am bias. I did watch the actual documentary. Amy Cheng looked too young to be the mother, especially when the father (Michael something i think) looked a bit too old. And it was a really lousy wig that Cheryl Miles put on but complemented her not-so-good acting. And the guy who played the character of the director I felt was too over the top. Lastly, the front nudity of Cynthia Lee was total unecessary and didn't add value to the play whatsoever.

Nonetheless, it was a good effort. Annabel Chong is an extremely complex character afterall and her story is one that is very difficult to narrate. Even after watching the documentary, I didn't really understand why she did the things she did. I don't know if you can say that Singapore should be proud of her. Im sure a huge percentage is still ashamed she is even Singaporean. But to a certain extend, can you not admire her guts? Can you not deny the fact that she had the courage to step out and beyond the box? She ventured into lands beyond Singapore's wildest imagination, took a plunge into the red sea and swam to the desserted island. That took courage. Courage that a lot of us will never find. I wish I can be a bit like her.

I think a year or 2 ago, there was an article on New paper on Annabel Chong. This columnist wrote about how there is a little Annabel in all of us. I agree with him. Annabel Chong is just a collection of all our fantasies and lust, our courage and strength and our feelings and thoughts balled up into 1 person.