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
Saturday, August 15, 2009
12:07 PM
Different wavelengths
I had confided to some of my closer friends on this problem of mine. How as time passes, as our path veers off into different directions, I found difficulty in communicating to my secondary sch friends. It seemed to be quite a common problem among many, though not necessarily to all.
Even so, that friendship is still too precious to discard. But our lives are too different, so much so that it saddens me. Perhaps they are happy to remain in the 80s and their concern over face shape is quite life or death, so I have no right to criticize.
Even though I tried, I felt like a balloon gradually filling up with helium, but not allowed to burst. Perhaps I can be quite impatient at times. Sitting through a blow by blow description of 400 photos taken in a 4, 5 days trip was interminable. My aunt shed light on my ira ira mood, saying that most people usually just pass a stack of photos for friends to rifle through and just answer their questions on whatever catches their interest. Upon reflection, I realized that that was what I usually do via facebook too. I do understand one's desire to expound on their wonderful trip though. Thus, I gaman-ed so much that I ended up with an ira ira mood. haiz... ottoke!!
