take me with you.
there is something awfully wrong with blogger, so til it's fixed, maybe i wont be posting much. Broadway Beng is ending with 3 shows to go, and i'm going to miss the show. and the crazy FOH antics that go on.
like today, there was this crazy woman who hung around the Front Of House talking to all the celebrities who came to watch the show. she is CREEPY. and you know i'm not easily creeped out by people. but THIS WOMAN is a little OFF. it's scary. you know, we were trying to chase her away politely, and when she finally left, she went up one floor and started watching us from above, staring at us like the Phantom of the Opera. Guat Hoon and i were so freaked we had to go to the bathroom together. dang. she even left this baby stroller thingy under our Front Of House table without telling us. i mean, WHO IN THE RIGHT FRAME OF MIND DOES THAT? unless you're a terrorist, of which, of course, you're already NOT in the right frame of mind, are you?
scary people tend to congregate in the Bugis area, i've noticed that. there's this crazy woman (why are they mostly female??) who likes to come to the national library and stuff her clothing with toilet paper, and go around asking people to look at her "pregnant" body. then there's this other lady who wont change clothes for months, and just sit in the basement of the library and no one can do anything. the smell, to say the least, is rather unpleasant. i'm not being rude. i'm just kinda amazed at what kind of people are attracted to the library. at least i dont get harrased by them. i guess i've got the "i'll eat you alive" face. oh wait. no it doesnt belong to me. it's stef's. i just borrow it. periodically.
anyway, strange people aside.
i've come to the conclusion that i'm seeking some kind of reconciliation. a putting-back-together of my true self, a meeting of 2 parts becoming one. stef and i spoke briefly today about segmenting our lives. and it really makes me wonder if i do that too, on a deeper, more advanced level than i "accuse" (for lack of a better word) stef of doing. i know for sure right now i'm caught in a strange stage where i need fresh air in my spirituality, and yet, i long for the familiar, and for the security of something tried and tested. i havent said a real prayer in a while. and it kinda makes me wonder what's really going on. i'm supposed to be reborn, and renewed. but i feel like i've gone way past the expiry date, but am too lazy to return the library book.
i cant believe i just used a library metaphor. the National library is doing something to my sanity.
ok. off i go to watch more Grey's anatomy. :)
blogger please be a dear and work!!!
there is something awfully wrong with blogger, so til it's fixed, maybe i wont be posting much. Broadway Beng is ending with 3 shows to go, and i'm going to miss the show. and the crazy FOH antics that go on.
like today, there was this crazy woman who hung around the Front Of House talking to all the celebrities who came to watch the show. she is CREEPY. and you know i'm not easily creeped out by people. but THIS WOMAN is a little OFF. it's scary. you know, we were trying to chase her away politely, and when she finally left, she went up one floor and started watching us from above, staring at us like the Phantom of the Opera. Guat Hoon and i were so freaked we had to go to the bathroom together. dang. she even left this baby stroller thingy under our Front Of House table without telling us. i mean, WHO IN THE RIGHT FRAME OF MIND DOES THAT? unless you're a terrorist, of which, of course, you're already NOT in the right frame of mind, are you?
scary people tend to congregate in the Bugis area, i've noticed that. there's this crazy woman (why are they mostly female??) who likes to come to the national library and stuff her clothing with toilet paper, and go around asking people to look at her "pregnant" body. then there's this other lady who wont change clothes for months, and just sit in the basement of the library and no one can do anything. the smell, to say the least, is rather unpleasant. i'm not being rude. i'm just kinda amazed at what kind of people are attracted to the library. at least i dont get harrased by them. i guess i've got the "i'll eat you alive" face. oh wait. no it doesnt belong to me. it's stef's. i just borrow it. periodically.
anyway, strange people aside.
i've come to the conclusion that i'm seeking some kind of reconciliation. a putting-back-together of my true self, a meeting of 2 parts becoming one. stef and i spoke briefly today about segmenting our lives. and it really makes me wonder if i do that too, on a deeper, more advanced level than i "accuse" (for lack of a better word) stef of doing. i know for sure right now i'm caught in a strange stage where i need fresh air in my spirituality, and yet, i long for the familiar, and for the security of something tried and tested. i havent said a real prayer in a while. and it kinda makes me wonder what's really going on. i'm supposed to be reborn, and renewed. but i feel like i've gone way past the expiry date, but am too lazy to return the library book.
i cant believe i just used a library metaphor. the National library is doing something to my sanity.
ok. off i go to watch more Grey's anatomy. :)
blogger please be a dear and work!!!
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