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Friday, January 23, 2009

on a night like this.

The evening was long, my guesses were true
You saw me see you
That something you said, the timing was right
The pleasure was mine

The time and the place, the look on your face
Sincerest of eyes
If you're ready or not, the state of our hearts
There's no time to take

When we started both brokenhearted
Not believing It could begin and end in one evening

We were caught by the light
Held on to the day till it became ours
The minutes went by, the cab is outside
There's no time to take

When we parted, moving on
And believing it could begin and end in one evening

one evening - feist

i'm gonna be sick.

the usual suspect said::

1/23/2009 02:26:00 AM :D

Monday, January 19, 2009

so many shows. so little cash.

i am officially bankrupt from being sistic's top loyalty customer
therefore i think i've earned the right to be all pompous as to claim that hey at least im feeding my mind.

injecting some culture in my veins no?

i asser that it would be politically incorrect for anyone to contradict me on that count
but then this is cultural desert singapore, so there is no lack of people who will not hesitate to laugh in my face about my lofty ideals and financially impractical way of life

I definitely get my fair share of politely indirect rebuke for my many ill-informed choices

the choice of my major for instance.

oh the vast quantity of pity i can garner during chinese new year
geniune concern about my future prospects from the relatives ill give them that
but glances of pity are glances of pity, all you dna-sharing a-holes

dang i am so angsty when it comes to the touchy topic of the arts in singapore arent i?

oh wells. serve myself right i can say that. but no regrets all the same.

back to the shows.
i am totally stoked that these amazing shows are coming to our sunny little shore.
some, i must say, are absolutely worth the price of starvation and gastric pains.

my birthday present from ky<3
so ill be bouncing in my seat, singing along and discomforting the stoic member of the audience seated next to me.
then ill rise to my feet and join the other ang mohs present in giving a standing ovation
while the singaporeans around me look on with incredulous judgement.

oh you silly cultural orphans, yes its very atas to fork out some serious moolah to come see a foreign show at the Durian, the main theatre hall no less.
but hell, it's CATS for andrew lloyd webber's sake!

not a big fan of fob but judging from the track records of many concert-goers, live performances tends to have the power of converting neutral attendees like myself into ardent fans.
it could be the enigmatic presence of the star in the flesh, the pricey aesthetics involved.

or they could also completely suck live and therefore on this matter, i stand to be corrected.

what i really wouldnt miss:
head-banging with the bitches. it cant get any better than that

Zuni Icosehedron's new offering Tears On Barren Hill

an unconventional intercultural challenge as always
its complex performativity impossibly difficult to decipher
yet it is compelling and ground-breaking theatre nonetheless

and im going with the other boyfriend isaac so i can relax and be self-assured that my partner would not be completely bewilded by the tricky semiotics and feel cheated of their 35 bucks.
and if he did feel strongly bout the second issue as mentioned above, we would have a very satisfying bitch-fest on why we hated the performance, ts style.

BREAKOUT termed as Korean extreme dance comedy featuring some of the nation's best b-boys
this non-verbal thetrical performance with elements of physical comedy (mime) and hot bods travelled to broadway and back. that's got to count for something!

had to pay tooth and nail (okay, twice the freakin price) to procure one measly ticket with a lousy view via the online black market as tickets were sold out way before christmas
who knew singaporeans were fervent break-dancing fans?

this astonishing allure will serve to substantiate my thesis on asian break-dancing and its processes of intercultural performance so yay for me the researcher i guess. another yay for research funding.

so now i've paid the price
metrically measured in sing dollars
im going to feed my mind.
who's gonna feed my pathetic skinny arse?

boo.

listening to:
edith paif - la vie en rose

the usual suspect said::

1/19/2009 04:01:00 PM :D

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

i'm not home.

i must still be stuck in korea.

still living breathing korean culture.

tae yeon - can you hear me

the usual suspect said::

1/14/2009 04:47:00 AM :D

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

this is THE hottest song in the whole of korea (well, half of it anyway)
its on tv, in every store and restaurant, its blaring right out onto the streets
i just cant miss it.

and i must say that the wonder girls are bloody infectious and pure kitsch.

skip the first 2 minutes to go straight to the song.
the dance moves are totally golden!
ky and i go hysterical doing it when we od on soju on oh so many nights i'll confess.

oh LOVES it!

i want nobody nobody but CHU! *clap clap*

*sarangheyo for my girls. the only people who bother to visit this mindless space.
xoxo ;)

the usual suspect said::

1/06/2009 05:31:00 PM :D