Why hello there folks!
I’M IN LOVE!
A month plus since I last blogged (only ONE month! Can you believe it! Now that’s an improvement right there I say), and I’m suddenly back with a very completely out of nowhere entry to make this official declaration.
I’M IN LOVE!
So I’m sitting here at my study table, crazy typing away on my laptop, it’s 11.44pm (oh what beautiful numbers! The symmetry of it all), my iTunes is playing Movies’ Greatest Love Songs (well wouldn’t you know it! Lesley is plugged into insanely romantic mode), I’m practically melting (the songs, friends – not because I decided not to turn the air conditioner on), and I have to say it again. You got it!
I’M IN LOVE!
Now everyone must think I’m some kind of nut. No facebook and here I am, still insisting on declaring my relationship status or whatever it is on some public portal, world wide web thing for every being out there to see. Well not that anyone cares really, but it thrills me to the highest degree.
I’M IN LOVE!
Isn’t love such an amazing thing? A couple of days ago, I dug up this quirky little gift the ACSian Theatre committee of our year gave the drama kids during Pride and Prejudice. And well, we all know that’s one beautiful love story right? So courtesy of our dear then president Jasmin Wong, this is what it said on an attached piece of paper: ‘Love is a many splendid thing. To love a person is to learn the song that is in their heart, and to sing it to them when they have forgotten. Fall in love again.’ And so altogether now! AWW… Haha, isn’t that sweet? Well guess what? I took her advice!
I’M IN LOVE! (Again.)
Okay, I just took myself a four minute and sixteen second break to sing Ronan Keating’s When You Say Nothing At All, followed by a three minute and forty five second break to sing Maria McKee’s Show Me Heaven (yes, THAT Show Me Heaven Pride and Prejudice song for opening dance with Mohit and a very hard to wield fan). Man I love these little private concerts I give myself. But anyway, yes, I’ve decided to save me some time by multitasking. Which means it’s singing and typing (and potentially dancing it seems as I move on to some more upbeat numbers) at the same time! So. Here goes.
Perhaps some of you be wondering who this esteemed male individual is? (Er, yes people. It’s a man I’m speaking of. This is not some mad giggly entry where I go on and on about my most adored pooch or kitty or anything non human like only my ultimatest favouritest pink hair band in the whole wide world.) And let me now (hopefully) excite a few souls by making it known…
There ain’t just one.
There are THREE of them!
Yes. Men. That I’M IN LOVE! with.
Okay, I see the drama friends going through their mental checklist right now. And they most definitely be thinking: Wow. Only THREE? So wait. Who are the lucky (pardon the self indulgence) few? Hmm. Now. Let’s see. Maybe…Samuel? Or…Vinesh? No, one must surely be Syahir! But halt! What about Nathan Hartono?
Tough guess no? And so I tell you all…
Hah! It’s none of the above!
In recent times, three very incredible thespians (who are not in ACSian Theatre) have captured my attention, my heart, and my hormones. And here they are in no particular order:
1. Adrian Pang
Er, no, not because of Red Thread (…what?). Rather. It was watching Much Ado About Nothing at Fort Canning Park on Sunday night that got me completely SOLD. For one thing, it made me fall in love with Shakespeare (well no, I didn’t include him in the count, because by no real fault of his of course, he’s dead) for what I must admit is the first time. In my journey as a Literature student, I’ve encountered various works of Shakespeare: The Merchant of Venice, Twelfth Night, The Tempest. Outside of Literature too: Macbeth, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, The Winter’s Tale, etc. And well, I’ll be totally honest and say I’ve never really been very much absorbed in his text, because most of the time I’ve just kind of had to waste trying to figure out what exactly’s going on in there. His kind of English, the language, not quite my thing. So Much Ado? Was a truly refreshing experience for me. Not only did I understand it, I loved it! Definitely the staging – even with some directorial choices I didn’t quite get, helped to enhance the whole mood and feel of the play which made it so much easier and better to watch. But I do believe I must give most credit to the actors who were absolutely sensational, some to the extent of being insanely OUT OF THIS WORLD (not quite like alien from Mars but more like just so good it’s…really rare). Which brings me to Adrian Pang! An amazing voice (so low and deep and manly!), with a rather great body to boot, and an excellent sense of comic timing. What’s not to like! And the way he as an individual lit up the stage and brought life to his character and the entire production and accorded meaning to every line and action was just so…WOW (lost for words right there). RESPECT! Didn’t hurt of course that his role of Benedick in and of itself was already an incredibly charming and witty one and so therefore thoroughly attractive. That plus the Adrian Pang (sex voice and hot bod super included) attached? Crazy mad love. Times a million! Real pity he’s married huh. With two kids on top of that. Lucky them. Seriously I wouldn’t even mind him being my dad. INCEST!
2. John O’Hara
John who? I see those thoughts. No, not Cheah (he’s Farhana’s! And I’m not Edlyn!), not Chua either (Aie.), but John O’Hara. He’s thirty (joy! A mere eleven years older than me!), probably straight (I can only hope right), and single (friends! It’s time to throw me a wedding party)! This is the guy right here who played THE Rum Tum Tugger in Cats that recently toured and left Singapore. Now if you watched this run of Cats I really wouldn’t even need to start explaining why I’m THIS close to selling myself to the man (if he’d only be willing take me). But if you didn’t? Well. Let’s see. It’s really all because of one, the way he strutted around the set that was the garbage dump like he owned it, in his skin tight, figure hugging, lycra costume with the sexy cat make up and wild hair, two, the way he repeatedly struck his awesome rocker pose as the Mick Jagger like cat, three, the way he spoke and sang with his Australian accent (love!) in this insanely seductive growl with his mad pipes, four, the way he was just so completely absorbed in the moment, totally in his element and thoroughly enjoying himself. CAPTIVATING. I honestly just spent the entire show (which was really rather plotless with less than a handful of nice songs but which I must say boasted amazing dancing) watching him. My eyes were FIXED on the guy. Or cat. Whatever. Every time he wasn’t onstage I got all uneasy and upset because hello, I paid all that money (or rather, my mother paid all that money) for me to get my few hours worth of the sex cat. And no, I was not about to settle instead (not for a mile!) for the old female one that sings Memory. So yes! MY Rum Tum Tugger (observe the label please – he already has an owner) is a crazy musical theatre onstage genius and who cares that I don’t even know the man personally, because I am already in love with and eternally devoted to him. Oh and I read this interview with him in 8days and they had a photo and minus the cat do? He's rather quite the insanely good looking. Insert audible sigh right HERE.
3. Adam Lambert
Okay, yes, I know, this is where I start getting truckloads of flak from Adam Lambert detractors (oh the crippling thought of that!), so let me just say that if you most unfortunately happen to be one of them? An Adam Lambert detractor? Then GO AWAY! SHOO! DISAPPEAR! WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING READING MY BLOG! Ugh. Yuck. Ick. And now I can get started proper. So! I quite honestly am interested in knowing. Does anyone really care that Adam Lambert's gay? Or bisexual? Or just not straight? That he heaps on more eyeliner than can ever be found in an ACSian Theatre production (mind you, there's quite a lot of us)? That he possesses a lifetime's supply of black nail polish? That he owns more jewellery (and clothes too probably) than any self respecting girl? Because well. I DON’T! The guy has pure mad talent and that’s more than enough for me. He’s a musical theatre graduate (cripes I love those! But er, no, not you Mark. You haven’t graduated yet, see. Haha!) who’s toured with Wicked (whoo!), and so obviously an insane specimen of a triple threat. I mean, just look at the guy week after impressive week! I really just love him because he’s such a PERFORMER. And well that word already implies just how great and awesome he is because not everyone can be a performer! You can’t just count on singing alone. You have to be wonderful at everything (well not everything everything like science and plumbing but...you know. Everything)! And be crazy good on top of that! See the bad ones, my friends, are just called jokes. Adam is most evidently very far from that. Also, he’s such a nice guy! Now I’m sure I’m not the only one who sees him repeatedly mouthing thank you to the judges and waving gratefully at the Idol band and nodding at the camera to acknowledge his lovely fans (yes, me very much included). So who cares about the fact that his sexual orientation is embedded in a sea (one insanely huge sea that is) of doubt? He’s got natural talent, takes to the stage like I’ve never seen anyone do before, he’s got character, a nice personality, is entirely original (hah, no one can argue with that), and just has so much going for him. Plus he's cute and good looking and keeps winking at me via the camera (yes, it's obviously me he's winking at), so there's absolutely nothing standing in the way of our budding romance! (Well okay fine, I believe I read somewhere that he likes Twilight but I can just pretend I never saw that.) I WILL BE FOREVER ATTACHED TO ADAM LAMBERT REGARDLESS OF WHETHER OR NOT HE WILL HAVE ME UNTIL DEATH DO US PART (and hopefully even then parting won’t be necessary). Now he’d better win American Idol next week or I will DEMAND (watch my fierce face) a recounting of the votes. Where’s a friend in the US when I need one! Arr.
And so there you have it all. The loves (plural) of my life.
Deary me. I’m such a…
Promiscuous girl.
But oh well. What to do.
