I have always been a fan of musicals and especially these three. In my younger days, I remember lying down on a leather couch just listening to Christine Daaé and Raoul de Chagny singing to each other in All I Ask Of You, Kim’s sweet voice in I’d Give My Life for You and who can forget the revolutionary Do You Hear The People Sing? There is just something about the music and lyrics that draws me.
(Heck, I even cried like a mad cow at the end of Miss Saigon [it’s tragic, OH-kay!] – and this is just by listening.)
My brother knows my love for musicals. He, after all, was submitted to endless afternoons and nights of MS, Les Mis and Phantom blaring in the air while I read/write/sleep. He gave me the next best thing – VCDs of special “Royal” performances with songs from these three musicals. I still have them and ocassionally, when I want to relive the magic, I flip them on.
But you know what? Nothing beats the thrill of really being there. Just once, I’d like…really like… to go to where it all begin – in the UK – and see it for myself.
What do you blog about when you have nothing to say?
What do you talk about when your mind is empty?
What do you see when your eyes are dry and drained?
What do you think when your mind is overloaded with thoughts?
I’d have loved to write more except that I don’t really fancy writing anything at all about work. (Ah yes, complaints and such.) Maybe I’ll get inspired tonight.
He leaves for Central Asia tonight and will be gone for two long months.
(It is beginning to feel like forever.)
No internet access while he’s out in the countryside of Pakistan, Khazakstan, Uzbekistan, Mongolia and Northern China.
(That means no email, no skype, no MSN…nothing.)
I decided that I would keep myself busy and not be miserable for the coming two months.
(Because if it is going to be a miserable two months, I’ll just die when he leaves for good.)
Thanks to this darling here, I’m now back in the penpal/postcard/snailmail posting game. I started when I was in secondary school and still keep in touch with my penpals (from Sweden and Egypt respectively).
(It is amazing how similar we all are despite being from different cultures and countries.)
Of course, there is the usual meeting-up-with-friends thing and the badminton-after-work.
(And Nil’s voice recording on my phone which I can listen to before I go to sleep.)
For those of you who love fighting fish, here’s a short clip of Le Bleu flaring at his own reflection. (I had problems taking really good still shots of him during his “dance” so I resorted to a video instead.)