I just came across the Reuters review for the musical "Lestat" and it is, pardon the pun, bloody hilarious :o)

Just how musical can a vampire get? Well, from this review - not very. My take is that if you have to do a vampire musical - go camp and aim for the funny bone. Otherwise, it should be left as it is. But that said, something seems to be missing from the musical. Everything looked great in the beginning; a promising cast, rich adaptation material and legendary songwriters. So how could it go wrong? Maybe it's missing some heart. I've seen Hedwig and the Angry Inch and although I am in no way a man with a botched operation, I could still identify with the characters - they came across as human - no matter outlandish and flamboyant they appear to be.

As literature, The Vampire Lestat book had enough material to satiate the hungry reader but once it's turned into a musical, it seems that it was just overwhelmed by the too many details in the original material and simply not enough time to cram everything in a 2-hour show. The book should've been left alone! Alone!

However, I don't agree with the comment in the article that read, "Bad reviews don't always spell doom, particularly for a show aimed at tourists rather than elitist New Yorkers". Regardless of whether it was targeted at jaded New Yorkers, wide-eyed tourists or even liberalists from the moon, audiences should be able to at least relate to a small part of the story.

So at the end of the day it looks like - back to the drawing board, guys! Try harder and well, if you can't make a decent musical, well, you could've passed it off as a modern contemporary piece of performance art or highbrow art. And everyone loves art, don't they ;o)

Sometimes it's just so hard to drop in a good post...I tried blogging last night but somehow I lost my mojo between an overseas call from a close friend and McDreamy distracting me on TV.

Music on the radio these days is less than inspiring - everyone is either trying to emulate silly American bands like Good Charlotte or A Simple Plan or the British indie bands but without much originality or songwriting talent...but under all this crappy music, you can usually find something good. I'm currently listening to Embrace's new album, This New Day. And yes, although many bands these days echo Coldplay - (here's a trivia nugget: Embrace got some help from Chris Martin on their smash-hit, Gravity), Embrace has certain come into their own. Their songwriting has certainly matured and the songs on this album reflect how the band has grown over the years. And I do love their sound; lush and melodious instead of spare or leaning into the electronic trend. Although it is not as good as 2004's excellent Out of Nothing, the songs on this album certainly reflect my current mood. And none more so than the current single; Natures Law.

I tried to fight the feeling, the feeling took me down,
I struggled and I lost the day you knocked me out,
Now everything’s got meaning and meanings bring me down,
I’m watching as a screening of my life plays out.

Every day I fight these feelings,
For your sake I will hide the real thing,
You can run all your life or mine, I will chase...
You should never fight your feelings,
When your very bones believe them,
You should never fight your feelings,
You have to follow nature’s law.

I’ll live with never knowing, if knowing’s gonna change,
I’ll stop the feeling growing, I will stay away,
Like a broken record stuck before a song,
A million beginnings, none of them the one.

Every day I fight these feelings,
For your sake I will hide the real thing,
You can run all your life or mine, I will chase...
You should never fight your feelings,
When your very bones believe them,
You should never fight your feelings,
You have to follow nature’s law.

I wrote her letters and tried to send them,
In a bottle I placed my hope,
An SOS full of good intentions sinking,
Will you give it to me,
Don’t make me wait,
You build me up, knocked me down,
But I will stand my ground,
And guide this light that I’ve found.

You should never fight your feelings,
When your very bones believe them,
If you let them show, you’ll keep them
I know you're hurt but soon you'll rise again,again,again...

You should never fight your feelings,
When your very bones believe them,
You should never fight your feelings,
You have to follow nature’s law.

The weekend went by like a blur...geez, time does literally zip by when you are having fun and I managed to:

• Clean house in the middle of the night - what's a girl to do when she's feeling restless?
• Go to Good Friday mass and get burnt by candle wax - and on an extremely salah (ie. Inappropriate) note...ooo, candle wax
• Catch up on missed casino class - and got dizzy from all those turns
• Clock in 2 hours of salsa classes at once - no more weekend hangovers for me, I hope!
• Make Liz watch Take The Lead under duress...she tried not to scoff, I drooled. Yes, I have a think for hot Latin men...and it was a good movie :o)
• Freak Liz out about her party and the evil plans I have - if you are thinking of games, people, think Sentosa. Then freak out...mwahahahahah *rubs hands in glee*
• Finally, finally complete my one-wake jump and not smash my brains all over...too much ;o)
• Watch my friends have fun drinking Punggol water...heh. Yes, I am evil that way!
• Do stretch class - I will be bendy, I will be bendy! Doing this class after riding really helps...am less achy this morning than all the other times!
• Find the perfect dress for the Maple Leaf ball this weekend...and it's fabulous! Now, to track down ol'Prince Charming...

I am just happy that I can get so much done. It's all good when my hobbies are finally turning into personal accomplishments. I haven't felt like this in a long, long time and it's invigorating! Unlike others, I'm more of a slow developer who gets better over time. My time, my pace... :o)

I've been stuck in a rut for so a while now - and y'know, it's like you get that exhausted feeling when your brains and your body is is perma-sleep or auto pilot and you just cannot function properly. Or your heart's just not in it. That's usually because I've been too absorbed with work, or plagued by silly people and have finally succumbed to sheer laziness and inactivity. Constantly sitting down for long dinners or lifting that pint in the bar does not constitute as exercise...no matter what I think.

The week's just begun and who knows what in store? Let's just hope for the best :o)

This post is dedicated to the people who always give me a blank look whenever I mention The Boyfriend. So here he is in all his glory...the one, the only, the guy I won't mind riding off into the sunset with... Gael Garcia Bernal.

I can dedicate entire posts on how gorgeous, dreamy...blah, blah, blah...he is but I shall refrain from making everyone puke. A million thanks to Jean who always knows how to brighten an otherwise dreary day :o)...will put in a good word for the Best Friend to show up and sweep you off your feet. Put all those salsa classes to good use! And may your version of The Boyfriend come back to Singapore on yet another tour with the company!

Note: This is not my real boyfriend...but well, a girl can dream. *Sigh*

Oh and I just got the most exciting news!!! Alas, it's not The Boyfriend calling...heh :o)

I’m baaaccckkk! :o)

There's nothing like a holiday to fire up the synapses. I got to meet a whole bunch of new people, made new friends and of course, shopped like there was no tomorrow. The wedding as you can see in the photos was gorgeous. Thanks Tiff & Kevin for having us over!

So, what was different on this trip? Apart from the fact that we ran around a lot, and crammed in many things into an already packed schedule…we were also introduced to a bunch of guys – which is fantastic but here’s the thing. Mind you, what I’m about to say will not be wholly mind-blowing but still… one familiar thing that came up during the course of the trip was that ...guys, regardless of age, nationality or type seem to be looking for that same thing. A woman or in some cases a girl that is petite, slim, and great to look at. Brain matter is optional. *eye-roll* W-T-F, indeed.

What ever happened to looking for inner beauty? Apparently in the rush to settle down, have an active lifestyle, a stable job and on top of that to maintain the lifestyle that we are getting used to, more and more people seem to be overlooking one thing. That getting to know someone new could be an adventure on it’s own. True, you may have grown up with certain qualities that you would want your other half to have but the question is; is that what really matters? I’ve come across people who’ve practically dictated a list of that their other half has to be of a certain height or size or even mentality but then when faced with the real thing. They cringe or even falter and then, somehow end up with someone who could be a total opposite from what they imagined but ultimately; they are a good match.

Close friends have been ragging me for years about my inherent abilities of somehow going for guys who seem to fall into my height range – ie, they are short. It’s an amusing fallacy but what I want to say is this – I like guys, regardless of their height, or age or anything. Now unless I find out that he’s a complete asshole, then I’d drop him but in general, I don’t have a list of physical qualities that I go for. I usually find that very hard to define. Looking at my sporadic dating history, I can safely say that I don’t have a set type. So people, I know you are well meaning – but stop going down this road. Frankly, I am sick of it and yes; I can find my own guys. Now, if only they’d get a clue.

What is difficult is getting the guys to actually see you. What usually happens is that they are so blinded by their ‘ideal’ type that they usually fail to notice who is before them until it’s too late. And then bitching and moaning on both sides will begin.

Another new thing I that stumbled upon is that guys are becoming more like women. It’s sad but true. Ladies, the men have caught on and now, they seem to enjoy being pursued! Men, stop being a pain in the ass, women enjoy being the pursued. This is one thing that I am grappling with. I mean, yes I do ask the occasional guy out but after a while, it would be great to see some reciprocation or if not, at least say, thanks but let’s remain friends.

More and more guys seem to be taking a back seat in dating. It's like they expect the girls to be doing everything; from pursuing to looking after them to even paying for them. I'm all for equality between the sexes but this is really disgusting. It’s a scary new phenomenon, really. Admittedly, I’d love to have a guy to ask me out but to be the one doing the chasing all the time is tiresome. And ladies, if a guy steps up to the plate, please play nice. Don't get all huffy over a date. It's uncool to be a simpering bitch. To the guys, yes, a girl can wait to be asked but to wait until she grows moss is bloody ridiculous. I figured it would take some time before both sides will eventually meet in the middle on this one. Damn susah, I say!

So in all actuality, guys are the same no matter where they come from. And yes, some can be inherently stupid. What differs is that they seem to mature or at least have a better idea of what they want as they get older. As do women. But until that happens, we are all still shallow beings that would prefer to have an ideal that we can look towards as opposed to having someone that really sees us for who we are and that’s what really counts.