"The solitary moon drives me on! We can only go forward; we can never go back." - the creature

Dreams can be where you let your guard down, and you feel the full force of emotions; like a little child, too young to be distracted by the worries of reality, and fully immersed in fantasy. Dreams can be where you live in the past that could not last, or the future that would never be. Dreams can alter memory, reinterpret thoughts, extrapolate ( Read more... )

svengali without ingenue.

2 years and 8 months. this is so, so hard.

Is half of Singlish expressing how annoyed you are?
-Kim

fantastic play, one of the better ones i've watched this year
http://www.auroratheatre.org/?q=ChadDeity

"Lost love is still love, Eddie. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.
"Life has to end," she said. "Love doesn't

flobots, death cab for cutie, 2ne1, bigbang and childish gambino. you have been wonderful company over these tedious few days.

such a good play. quaint theatre space (and brilliant use of it); impressively nerdy, emotional and phenomenally charming script; great acting, great comic timing; SO MUCH NERD JOY.

http://www.impacttheatre.com/season/index.php

so happy. so happy that can't type proper sentences. need to watch moar impact theatre. no reason not to since theatre space ( Read more... )

easily the best singaporean play i've seen all year. mostly because it's the only one i've seen (and will be seeing) all year, but still.

too lazy to go into a full in-depth review, which is in a way reflective of my political views. i'm not really political apathetic - just politically lazy.

but if anything, i'm just ever so slightly less apathetic ( Read more... )

there was a gathering at my grandparent's place on national day last year. it was sort of my informal farewell party before i left for berkeley; there was sparkling juice. and pretty horrible (but enthusiastic) toasts. and i remember watching the parade, and when they got to the choral rendition of 'home', i recall just suddenly tearing up at the ( Read more... )