Those WTF days
Yesterday while I was walking home, this girl came up to me. She had ALPHA FEMALE written on her forehead, and there was this girl - who was predictably timid - trailing behind her. So there she came, marching up to me.
Her: Excuse me, do you know where Temasek Hall is?
Me: Oh… I don’t know where it is. Sorry.
Her: Never mind.
She was walking away while ‘never mind’ was halfway through her mouth. I just looked in the distance in disbelief. When was ‘never mind’ another way of saying ‘thank you, anyway’? What the hell did you mean when you said ‘never mind’? The kanji girl with her ‘YES YOU DID’ was bad enough, now I have to put up with ‘never mind’?
Is Singapore suffering from an etiquette epidemic or something?
Then today it rained. I slipped and fell on the steps. Now my butt hurts alot. Sigh.
Tarzan = Phil Collins
Why on earth does Phil Collins insist on inserting himself into every song he creates? It’s a BROADWAY MUSICAL, for goodness’ sake. The songs are meant to be sung by SOMEONE ELSE.
‘Everything that I am’ was a fantastic song. Absolutely beautiful.
Then Phil Collins just had to provide the backup vocals behind Josh Strickland.
And the ‘bonus track’ at the end? Phil Collins singing ‘Everything that I am’. Like his backup vocals wasn’t enough to show OMG I WROTE THIS SONG KAYZ I NEED TO SING IT OUT TO SHOW HOW GREAT I AM!!!!
The original movie soundtrack was sung entirely by him. He even went to interject Glenn Close’s singing halfway through the song with his stupid voice. I’m suprised that the instrumental scores actually made it to the album unharmed.
Yes, I’m from America…
… so shut up.
One more time I have to explain that I’ve lived here for most of my life instead of being a foreign student I’ll claw your larynx out. I don’t mind the fact that everyone’s classified all PRs ‘foreign students’, or that no foreigners = all Singaporeans. I really don’t mind. But stop following up your attempt to know more about me with variations of ’so when did you come to Singapore?’
On a brighter note: I just listened to the Tarzan musical soundtrack! Ahh I’m so in love with it.
Oh, for fuck’s sake!
You can load a page in 0.19 seconds but it takes 4 hours to download 4 megabytes?
What am I paying you 80 bucks a month for?!
Fuck Singtel.
New layout!
I absolutely love Disney. Lovelovelove. Well, anyway, here it is. Tarzan.
Tidied up the navigation a little as well. Hosting section is a little more prominent, and most of the links are now direct, so you don’t have to go through more and more links. Deleted the ‘Brothers’ layout… it was a little ugly, in my opinion. Was on the verge of deleting the Kangta and Vanness one as well, seeing as the little craze is over, but hey, I have space on my blog, so why not keep it?
I’m thinking of creating a whole slew of Disney layouts. Perhaps I’ll resurrect the Beauty and the Beast one… The colour just looks gorgeous. Coming up next… I dunno. Little Mermaid? Aladdin? Atlantis? Ahahaha.
And in the process of doing this layout, I found out that they have a Broadway version of Tarzan!!! I WANT TO GO TO NEW YORK RIGHT NOW. I’ll just go on a musical watching spree. Not shopping spree, musical watching spree!
Ok, there’re a bunch of musicals I want to watch right now:
1. Tarzan
2. Beauty and the Beast
3. Phantom of the Opera (duh)
4. Les Miserables
5. The Lady in White (I think it’s only showing in London)
6. CATS
7. The Lion King (watched it before, wouldn’t hurt to watch again)
Waaaah, Broadway!
Emily of Emerald Hill
… And yet again another story of victimization and tragedy. But, oh joy, it’s so much shorter, and more interesting to read.
Emily was an entertaining and bossy woman of the household. If I were to imagine Emily onstage, it would’ve deviated towards the loud, flamboyant type. A play is not complete without humour. Even Shakespeare’s tragedies contained some form of humour - humour is a necessary ingredient to keep the viewers entertained. Since Emily of Emerald Hill is a one-woman play, the quality of humour must be embodied in her.
For this play, the story ’stuck’. One could believe that she was living on Emerald Hill, all the parties she threw and all the food she made all seemed like what the Peranakans did in the 1930s. Fistful of Colours didn’t ’stick’. The characters were thrown into implausible situations, and they all talked about things that we would never do in reality.
I liked the play. Heh, I suppose Singaporeans have a certain flair for the stage. The Campaign to Confer the Public Service Star on JBJ (aka That Political Play) was also quite enjoyable. Rodney was so hot.
Stella Kon also did one major thing: she focused on only one aspect of Singaporean life - the Peranakans. Fistful of Colours attempted to cover everything, making it unfocused and vague. Kon brought us straight to the point, and the entire play was tight and compact. Perhaps it’s the fact that the play was a play. Kon didn’t have the luxury of time, so everything was minimized and was straightfoward. If Lim wrote a play, would it be as equally focused as Stella Kon’s? I don’t know.
But, tragedy is always talk of the day. Son dies, husband leaves her for mistress then dies, the rest of her children don’t want to live in the bigbig house anymore. So she dies a lonely old woman and the play ends with her petting her dead son. If this keeps up, everyone would think Singaporeans die sad, having lived a lonely life fraught with betrayal and tragedy. Aw.
Kon talks about the Peranakan life back then, and makes it believable. She makes history come back to life without making it look like history. She makes it entertaining. Her flashbacks are smooth, the symbolism poignant (like the chair and the pink coat) and the character of Emily herself charismatic and enjoyable.
Yes, I like the play. Score one for Singapore.
