Jar Jar Binks

'The Zebra Consequences' saturday show saw an unexpectedly smaller crowd than that of the day before. In fact, in my course of duties as an usher at the 2nd level, the number of ticket stubs which I ripped off the ticket and flicked into the white envelope could be counted on my fingers.

On the bright side, this gave us more time to explore the school compounds.

We even had time to sneak away from the doors, to do our own dancing on the steps.


But at least Mum came along today to watch lilbro John in action as part of the Crew in Black (i.e.backstage), and Dad was up and about with ushering duties as well, though he guided cars, not people, to their spaces.

We only reached home at 11pm, after the post-concert clean up and all, and indulged in some Turkish Pistachio Chocolate (courtesy of Clarise and Yong Xiang).

The chocolate was much sweeter than the local Nestle Products, but the salty pistachios neutralized this.

And guess who turned up at my neighbours' corridor today?

An armless Jar Jar Binks. Jie posited that Jar Jar was part of the Star Wars promotional props at the Tiong Bahru GV or something, and was carted home in a jiffy after somebody emerged from the midnight screening. As for the broken arms, Jar Jar was probably too wide to get through the exit but in his hurry to get the prop home, someone simply squeezed whatever part of Jar Jar that could get through the door, leaving 2 appendages for the Star Wars promo. But how often is it that one displays in public, something which he has acquired through rather discreet measures? Poor Jar Jar, just a few months ago he was probably the proud centre piece of a HDB flat, but now he's going to be thrown out with the other junk during the Chinese New Year Spring Cleaning.

I wanted to give the soon to be discarded Jar Jar more dignity with, perhaps, some portrait shot under some aptly styled chiaroscuro. However, I met Jar Jar at a time when my neighbours were congregated near the open window, and the only way I could even snap him was to pretend to be talking over the phone while not slowing my pace at all. So, my apologies Jar Jar, but I actually felt that saving myself from being pelted with mahjong tiles by angry neighbours was more important than getting a good shot of you.

Then again, there are so many on the world wide web.