Thursday, September 29, 2005

Wednesday night, I went to watch a play "when the dam breaks" with my beloved faith at the Old Parliament. the play starts at 8 and at 7.50 we peeked into the room, to find no one. yes, not a soul. a man approaches us, "eh. are you watching?" awkward smile. "haha. erh. yeah." eyes dance around. how come no one? "we will start at 8"

where got such thing go and watch a play and you and your sister are the only 2 people. i couldn't stop laughing because can u imagine?! what if you spent months training and preparing for a play and only 2 people show up? damn, the singapore art scene is worse then the state in new orleans. its pathetic.

when we went downstairs to buy food, one actor goes downstair to find us. "we are starting soon.. come upstairs ok?" HAHA.. This is VIP treatment without asking for it. omgness. they are so sad they've got to run around the old parliament and find the only 2 people watching their play to see if anyone's going to turn up.

eventually there were only 4 people includg us, thr was one other old man and another intellectual-looking malay girl. the old man FELL ASLEEEP! there's 4 people sitting right in front of the stage he can still sleep. HA! the play is so BORING. about politics and war, i know they're serious topics but really, too intellectual for me. and the actors, they've got nobody, so they keep their eyes on my face. i can't look away, i can't yawn, i can't sleep, i HAVE to act interested. hell, its hard when they are talking with newspaper jargon.

at the end, one actor says, "where have all the flowers gone? where have all they gone? to the young girls of course, to the young girls. oh when will they ever learn? when will they ever learn?" THEN POINT AT ME. audience interaction with 4 (-1, sleeping) is admittedly difficult.

debbie at 9:36 AM

Thursday, September 08, 2005

i don't know when it happened...
that i started loving you...
loving your face, your voice, your toenails...
your armpit... now you have left me... and i am nothing, without euuuuuu.. your toenails. your lovely toenails.

HAHA.
ok stop it girls!!!!!!!!! stop being depressed over guys who jilt you, who don't love you..
its enough they mess up your lives, they shouldn't have the right to mess up your blogs. from someone who actually writes coherently you become depressed.

let me tell you it isn't deep at all, no it isn't.

it takes a lot more courage to live happily then it is to give in to sadness.

that is a weakness, that is a flaw, that is shallow because it is so much easier to say you are hurt and no one understands what on earth you are going through... it is easier to do that cliche crap then be someone special who will laugh at their own mistakes and admit that life has a lot of challenges but ultimately god loves you, there are people who care for you, and there is a very beautiful person waiting to be happy inside... if you'll let it.

debbie at 1:46 AM