The place where Broadway and musicals are located.
The place where I will begin the next chapter of my nomadic life.
The place where I turn into an eccentric academic out of sync with normality.
NEW YORK.
Welcome.
The place where Broadway and musicals are located.
The place where I will begin the next chapter of my nomadic life.
The place where I turn into an eccentric academic out of sync with normality.
New York.
An aspiring hikikomori/ gomiyashiki owner who will get 3 dogs, 1 cat and a herb
garden when she is in her 40s.
Currently a second year Phd student in East Asian Studies, NYU; a self-proclaimed OTAKU; a
clumsy but avid snowboarder; and absent oneechama of Variel.
8 Sept 2010: West Side Story, WICKED
19 Sept 2010: Chicago
8 Oct 2010: Promises Promises
29 Oct 2010: Matthew Bourne's Swan Lake
14 Nov 2010: American Idiot
18 Jan 2011: Billy Elliot
8 Feb 2011: La Cage Aux Folles
6 Mar 2011: Paul Taylor Dance Group
5 Apr 2011: Catch Me If You Can (Broadway preview)
2 Dec 2011: La Boheme
9 Jan 2012: Rent
22 Mar 2012: Phantom of the Opera
23 May 2012: Avenue Q
26 Sep 2012: Newsies
2 Oct 2012: Turandot
4 Oct 2012: Once
15 Oct 2012: Sleep No More
28 Nov 2012: Lion King
7 Feb 2013: Book of Mormons
14 Mar 2013: Jersey Boys
25 Mar 2013: Sleep No More
21 May 2013: Kinky Boots
26 Sep 2013: Big Fish
Friday, April 17, 2009
10:02 AM
Making lemonade
I had been trying to make lemonade these days. Which was not easy, since I don't even have lemons to begin with. Wish I can just wave a magic wand and poof! lemonade appears. As Teresa so very well know, I am a tremendously kiam siap person. So I hate it when something happens to my precious lemons.
Yes, I know that I am supposed to trust in the Man upstairs (could be Woman too!) cos S/He will provide. And what is a few thousand dollars when I need tens of thousands to further my studies. I do think that in some tiny corner of my dark sinful heart, there exist a glimmer of belief that S/He will provide. Perhaps I had been too spoilt in life, having all kinds of good things thrown in my lap. So a series of minor hiccups (e.g., insufficient lemons) seemed like a Fuji mountain blocking my way. Not to mention the fact that I was brought up to believe in hoarding lemons in my little UOB cave (like what I told Erica, this is CHINESE culture). Losing one or two lemons is like apocalypse to me. And, unlike my sis, I suck at self-rationalizing events to my advantage.
At least at the end of the day, I hope I can enjoy a cup of very much diluted lemonade with Variel back in humid singapore.
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