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| King Lear was painful.
So painful that I sat trying not to sniff through my nose and was breathing for the second Act through my mouth...out of fear that i might distract the people around me. I saw not Sir Ian Mckellen or William Gaunt or Jonathan Hyde or any of the cast that night. I had eyes only for King Lear, Earl of Gloucester, Goneril, Regan, Sir Kent and the whole story of a fanciful and witty King, both honoured and loved, lose his sanity through the folly of his own pride and fear.
Maybe it was a combination of things...personal and impersonal that resulted in King Lear impacting me so. One of the greatest tragedies, with the truthful messages embedded like bitter pills made to be swallowed with ample amount of tears and distress.
How many times I have seen people around me disappear like King Lear, driven away by situations, circumstances and self reproach? Or even illness? While in Sg, my aunt fell sick, last stage of cancer and the medication had a side effect that shook me when i saw it take effect. When I visited her and hugged her goodbye, she was my Aunt. When i returned that night, called to the hospital by frantic calls, I met just a woman who could not recognize or even speak to me. I felt that i hugged my Aunt for the last time that afternoon...and after that, I saw I know not who.
'It stinks! It is the smell of mortality.' How that sentence affected me. I came home wondering about many of the messages from King Lear and by looking at the things that have been happening lately...I saw so many similarities that I felt chilled. And maybe due to those thoughts and feelings and all that I face now, I based my decision upon them.
The trip to Sg was long awaited and even if i did not feel completely refreshed, I felt properly adjusted for a few days. Thank you to all my friends and family who made things so wonderful and comfortable. And 3 cheers to the welcome of baby Hanna Heng (my new niece).
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| Elo all human form!! I am back from the horrors of lung coughing, fever battling, nose running and voiceless world of the-virus-took-over.
Yeah, its not funny. When you grow sick, it really makes you wonder how is it possible that you could leave your bed everyday to work. How is it possible for you not to just stay at home and laze around and watch TV all the time and replace that with a computer screen laden with brain killing work.
But the only way to find rest is when you get sick. Can u believe how cheated we are???!?!?
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| ahoy there! Its been a while. And if you are wondering if this is gonna be an entry about Pirates of the Caribbean, no, it isnt. I havent even watched the trailer for tht movie!!! rarh!
Just thought I'll drop some update. Yesterday, i totally got screwed by 2 reporters at work. Sigh...i tell you, being media relation is so not funny. These ppl can really do you in. Anyway, they were unprofessional, idiotic and complete bitches about it all. Can you imagine the audacity of these ppl who bypass you and then point their finger at you and say its all your fault?? My day was entirely destroyed due to those 2 yesterday. Thank God for 'Lovely Complex' that Debbie-chan introduced. Or else, i would have gone home looking like a dried out prune. Ptooi!! Media ppl!!
Hmm...I take that back. IRRESPONSIBLE media ppl. PTOOOOOOI!!!!!
Was looking through some photos with a church fren lately. Saw all the Perth sites that i miss. Just saw ellie's blog entry about her bday and saw the photos she took at the celebration. and i went : ' KOREAN FOOD!!' and then ' NEWBRIDGE!! no...hmm, Newtown? no...wait...hmmm oh. ya. Northbridge.'
I think my images and memory of Perth is fading bit by bit. Or rather they are confused with other things.
Should I really go back? Is it worth all the fight?
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Song:
Seasons Of Love (RENT)
five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
five hundred twenty five thousand moments so dear
five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
how do you measure? measure a year
in daylights,
in sunsets,
in midnights,
in cups of coffee,
in inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife
in five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
how do you measure a year in a life?
how about love?
how about love?
how about love?
measure in love...
seasons of love...
seasons of love...
(female soloist)
five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
five hundred twenty five thousand journeys to plan
five hundred twenty five thousand suix hundred minutes
how do you measure a life of a woman or a man
(male soloist)
in truths that she learned
or in times that she cried
in bridges he burned
or the way that she died
(all)
its time now to sing out though
the story never ends
let's celebrate remember a year in a life
of friends
remember the love...
(oh you gotta remember the love)
remember the love...
(oh yeah, its a gift from up above)
remember the love...
(sing out, give out, measure your life
in looooooove...!!!)
seasons of love...
seasons of love... | | |
| Rolling Star
Yume ni made mita you na sekai de
Arasoi mo naku heiwa ni kurashitai
Mou gaman baka shiterannai yo
Iitai koto wa iwanakucha
Kaerimichi yuugure no basutei
Ochikonda senaka ni bai bai bai
Kimi no fighting pose misenai gao!
Yume ni made mita you na sekai wa
Arasoi mo naku heiwa no nichi jyou
Demo gen jitsu wa hibi to rabu de
Tama ni kuyandari shiteru sonna rolling days
Kitto uso nante sou kimi o motanai no
All my loving sou janakya yatterannai
Yume ni made mita you na sweet love
Koibitotachi wa kakuregao sagasu no
Demo gen jitsu wa aenai hi ga
Tsuzukinagara mo shin jiteru no lonely days
Oh yeah oh tsumazuitatte way to go yeah yeah
Dorodoroke rolling star
I want to live in a world of peace
Without conflict, like the one I’ve seen in my dreams
I just can’t keep it inside
I’ve gotta say what I wanna say
The bus stop at twilight, on the way home
Saying bye bye bye to the sad backs of others
Your face doesn’t show your fighting pose
A world like the one I’ve seen in dreams
Without conflict, daily peace
But in reality I sometimes worry about
Love and the day to day grind Those rolling days!
You would never hold a lie, no never
All my loving, without it, I can’t go on
Sweet love like I’ve seen in my dreams
Lovers searching for hidden faces
But in reality the days we can’t meet
Continue on, but I believe lonely days
Oh yeah oh even if you stumble, way to go, yeah yeah
A muddled rolling star
Extracted from JpopAsia (http://www.jpopasia.com)
YUI is amazing. Just heard her sing unplugged. Now she really really CAN sing. Wish I had asked my friend to pick up her CD for me when she was in Japan.
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