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
Monday, August 09, 2010
11:59 AM
My silver platter
To my family, my upcoming studies in NYU is the pot at the end of a rainbow. My absolutely wonderful life offered to me on a silver platter. I get the best deal among my siblings and I am the blessed, lucky one.
Yes, I am happy to be admitted into NYU and I intend to be happy during my next five years there. But I am also realistic. I have always been realistic, even before I left for Hokkaido four years ago. Getting to live overseas is a whole new life but it is not necessarily perfect. There will be times of loneliness and helplessness.
Who is to say that living in Singapore, with a steady job and a boyfriend who treats you like his private goddess is not a silver platter too? But no, they told me that I am supposed to pity her. And in a gesture of my compassion, I am supposed to give my room to her. This is further based on the premise that she will get married within the next two years even though we have no indication of any HDB flat in the horizon. Who can say that he might suddenly realize that he is getting a bad deal and decide to make a run for his life? And do you think she feels that my future is a silver platter, given that fact that I will be entering a lousy, low-ranked uni?
So yes. It is final. First, I am giving up the larger room that I love (there are stars in the ceiling) to my brother. Next, I am giving up the smaller room that I was supposed to have to my sister, as she threatened not to move in if my mum make her share a room with my aunt. And the final kill is that I will have to share a room with my aunt.
Perhaps I am complaining unnecessarily here. Perhaps I am supposed to be grateful that I get NYC. Me getting NYC means that I have no right to a room with my family. Because I am getting the better deal.
