"525, 600 minutes"
1. I'm supposed to be in bed - WAS supposed to be in bed - but have kept hanging around online for some reason unbeknownst to me.
2. Awww, RENT. Farewell posts have started to pop up all over my flist, and so I figured I might as well join in. It IS sad and the end of an era, isn't it? Whatever you might say about the show getting tired, and it no longer being as relevant or as electrifying as it used to be: there'll always be a place in my heart for this show. I remember seeing it for the first time ever in London, back when I was in college. Maybe 7-8 years ago now. I remember not understanding very much of the dialogue: mainly because I'm deaf and the lyrics just tumbled over each other in such a confusing way. But I remember loving the music, and the story, and the characters, and letting that just wash over me. I will never have the visceral connection to this show that so many Rentheads have, but I DO love it, and it still speaks to me in a way not many musicals have. I'm glad I saw the show again when I went up to NYC in June, so that I can say: you know, I managed to catch RENT before it left its original theatre and ended its 12-year run, and that's good enough for me. (Here's my audio from that performance, if anyone's interested.)
3. Went to bed at 7am and managed to get up in time to meet my friends for a CRAZY expensive champagne brunch at the local Ritz-Carlton. The food was ah-mazing: I think I ate, like, seven oysters, tons of foie gras, lobster and seared tuna and just so much dessert. Oof. I didn't even really eat dinner after that, because seriously we just ate non-stop from around 1pm 'til 3.30pm or something. That's the one thing I love about Singapore - not that it's great for my waistline, but OMG. Eating as a national past-time. Gotta love it.
4. Wait, I lie. I had dark chocolate Maltesers (ARGH, NEED TO STOP), and then my younger brother turned up in my room and offered me part of the snack he was making for himself - canned tuna and cheese on toasted portobello mushrooms. Om nom nom nom. (Which totally deserves to be its own tag, given how often I talk about food on here. And so it shall be.)
5. I've been making icons all night. O_O Because I'm compulsive that way and needed to finish my Idina/Cheno ones before I allowed myself to stop and go back to, you know, DOING OTHER THINGS. LIVING MY LIFE. *weeps* I need self-control, is what I need.
6. Work is going to be made of EPIC AMOUNTS OF FAIL tomorrow. So I SHOULD be in bed. I'm not, however, because I am retarded. GOING NOW, I swear it. I apologise for being boring.
7. Edited to add, as I am clearly not in bed yet: I'm a little bit perturbed that __grobanites includes Idina as an interest and not the woman whose lungs of titanium produced the G-sharp at 2:20. WTF, dudes. FAILCAKES. EPIC FAILCAKES. (OH GOD, I haven't watched this video in ages. HOW INTENSE IS THIS PERFORMANCE. I might have just proposed marriage to that G-sharp. SQUEE.)
2. Awww, RENT. Farewell posts have started to pop up all over my flist, and so I figured I might as well join in. It IS sad and the end of an era, isn't it? Whatever you might say about the show getting tired, and it no longer being as relevant or as electrifying as it used to be: there'll always be a place in my heart for this show. I remember seeing it for the first time ever in London, back when I was in college. Maybe 7-8 years ago now. I remember not understanding very much of the dialogue: mainly because I'm deaf and the lyrics just tumbled over each other in such a confusing way. But I remember loving the music, and the story, and the characters, and letting that just wash over me. I will never have the visceral connection to this show that so many Rentheads have, but I DO love it, and it still speaks to me in a way not many musicals have. I'm glad I saw the show again when I went up to NYC in June, so that I can say: you know, I managed to catch RENT before it left its original theatre and ended its 12-year run, and that's good enough for me. (Here's my audio from that performance, if anyone's interested.)
3. Went to bed at 7am and managed to get up in time to meet my friends for a CRAZY expensive champagne brunch at the local Ritz-Carlton. The food was ah-mazing: I think I ate, like, seven oysters, tons of foie gras, lobster and seared tuna and just so much dessert. Oof. I didn't even really eat dinner after that, because seriously we just ate non-stop from around 1pm 'til 3.30pm or something. That's the one thing I love about Singapore - not that it's great for my waistline, but OMG. Eating as a national past-time. Gotta love it.
4. Wait, I lie. I had dark chocolate Maltesers (ARGH, NEED TO STOP), and then my younger brother turned up in my room and offered me part of the snack he was making for himself - canned tuna and cheese on toasted portobello mushrooms. Om nom nom nom. (Which totally deserves to be its own tag, given how often I talk about food on here. And so it shall be.)
5. I've been making icons all night. O_O Because I'm compulsive that way and needed to finish my Idina/Cheno ones before I allowed myself to stop and go back to, you know, DOING OTHER THINGS. LIVING MY LIFE. *weeps* I need self-control, is what I need.
6. Work is going to be made of EPIC AMOUNTS OF FAIL tomorrow. So I SHOULD be in bed. I'm not, however, because I am retarded. GOING NOW, I swear it. I apologise for being boring.
7. Edited to add, as I am clearly not in bed yet: I'm a little bit perturbed that __grobanites includes Idina as an interest and not the woman whose lungs of titanium produced the G-sharp at 2:20. WTF, dudes. FAILCAKES. EPIC FAILCAKES. (OH GOD, I haven't watched this video in ages. HOW INTENSE IS THIS PERFORMANCE. I might have just proposed marriage to that G-sharp. SQUEE.)