Monday, July 03, 2006
music and passion were always the fashion

hadn't meant to blog, but i just read some touching bits on siti's blog about peterpan, and now i know i won't be able to sleep for sure. it's heartwrenching! why?? why??

Hook: She was leaving you, Pan. Your Wendy was leaving you. Why should she stay? What have you to offer? You are incomplete. She'd rather grow up than stay with you. Let us now take a peep into the future. What's this I see? 'Tis the fair Wendy. She's in her nursery. The window's shut.
Peter: I'll open it!
Hook: I'm afraid the window's barred.
Peter: I'll call out her name!
Hook: She can't hear you.
Peter: No!
Hook: She can't see you.
Peter: Wendy!
Hook: She's forgotten all about you.
Peter: Stop! Please! Stop it!
Hook: And what is this I see? There is another in your place. He's called.. husband.

does anyone else hear the sound of his stunted heart smashing on the ground? cruel, cruel hook. why didn't she stay?? she loved him, even if he didn't know how to love her back. or didn't realise if he already did. or he could have gone with her and grown up.. 'to live would be an awfully big adventure'. he loved her. somehow, on some level. even as a kid i was convinced that he loved her (mainly because all the other fairytales had some sort of romance going on, but oh well). funny, it's like i've got a love-o-meter stuck in my head, and whenever i see/hear something with the slightest hint of some deeper intention, it starts singing in my head, and then i want to die. or maybe cry. and the worst part is, it only sings five different words - 'he/she' 'loves' 'her/him'. with exclamation marks and varying italics as it puts itself on loop in my head.

oh, and my cousin's wedding was okay. some kids kept blowing soap bubbles in my face. was quite miffed at them. especially since we weren't related. and my cousin (the bridegroom) wore this really huge afro wig during the wedding dinner and scared the shit out of our other cousin's baby. she turned around, took one look at him and burst out crying. her mother spent the rest of the night trying to keep her from seeing him. and we had really loud music blasted at us for four hours. at the end of it, my mother was threatening not to attend my wedding if i chose to blast noise at mine. decided not to tell her about my decision to remain unmarried, in order to avoid an uproar. the live band played the ketchup song. and chilli chacha! haha! i think about mass dance/drill everytime i hear that song. and the chacha's been drilled so firmly into me that i can still dance it.

sermon got me thinking today about how eighteen isn't that young afterall, and if i wait any longer or keep giving excuses like i need to wrap up my studies first, i'll never get around to serving God the way He wants me to. which means that instead of leaving the preparation for sunday school to saturday night and giving myself a heart failure every week, i should start preparations on sunday night and continue to work on it throughout the week. tough, considering i'll eventually be tempted to prolong my napping instead. not sure if i should defer my uni studies. if i even get into uni. we'll see how it goes. but i'm not going to let fear get in my way. if God gets you to it, He'll get you through it. always found that rather comforting. except the getting through bit tends to sting a lot.

ooh and valery kuleshov concert was good. very good. did i mention he's fantastic? yeah. his fingers move so fast! but personally i preferred when he played softly, because my ears were a bit damanged from the wedding dinner. and he was so obliging. he played five encores. i have never attended a concert where the pianist played five encores. maybe because i'm poor (my sister's favourite word when it comes to describing her immediate family is 'destitute', actually). and the third one was the sugar plum fairy! i love the sugar plum fairy! =D

gonna watch road to guantanamo with my sister (and her friend.. :S) tomorrow. they'd better be showing it at a convenient time. seem to be spending a lot of time out.. and money. this is not good. must get around to doing gp holiday homework before going back to school on wed. foodfoodfood.

just thought of something from rent. maureen pulls mark into a deep and passionate kiss while thanking him profusely. joanne's face turns red and she pulls them apart roughly, saying, 'let the boy buy us dinner'. aww poor mark, after all he's done, he's still just a 'boy'. but he got to kiss her! can't see why she ever liked him though. maybe it's a badgirlgoodboy thing? or maybe it's the hidden sordid side hinted at in la vie boheme. hmm.
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