Phantom of the opera ;

THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA ;

Absolutely love the architecture.

Exaggerated expressions.

Exaggerated dance moves.

Exaggerated music that brings life to the humans' ears.

Extraordinary and uniquely breathtaking.

You can feel your blood rushing down your veins when music pours out like a waterfall.

[ To give an overview :  

PLOT SUMMARY 

"

The story of a young chorus girl, Christine - a young talented singer who, with the right training, could become world famous. While rehearsing at the Opera Populaire, where weird and unexplainable things happen, she captures the attention and the heart of The Phantom, or as the Opera Populaire call him...The Opera Ghost. But he is no ghost - he is a disfigured musical genius who has hidden away for years to avoid the cruel stares of strangers. With the Phantoms help, Christine becomes the venue's leading lady, but tragedy awaits as the young soprano has fallen for the charms of handsome noble Viscount Raoul De Chagny, not realizing her Angel of Music is deeply in love with her. Insane with jealousy and unable to see the object of his affection, and ultimately is obsession, in the arms of another man, The Phantom kidnaps Christine - unaware of the lengths Raoul is prepared to go to get her back. "

Written by Shinyhappypeoples (imdb.com) ]

To give you my honest recount, during the ending portion whereby Christine didn't choose the phantom as the one she loves, my eyes became damp and I was holding back my tears soooo hard. It can be a melancholic musical but at the same time comedic. A twinge and mixture of romance, humor and poignancy.  

You can most probably tell that I'm fully engrossed in the plot of the musical through my enthusiastic tone.The chandeliers, candles, boats, flamboyant costumes, lighting and everything you can name was prodigious. I can't emphasize how great the music and sound effect was. And in case you didn't know, there's an orchestra playing under the stage, you may be deceived thinking that it was just a soundtrack busting through loudspeakers. My ears -- smiling  My eyes -- locked to the stage.

Yes, and this is the world famous chandelier that hangs from above.

The underground orchestra 

P.S I got chided badly for taking a picture of this twice due to copyright infringement. But thanks to iPhone's speedy camera and my fast but crafty actions, I managed to capture a few images without being caught. (-;

Couldn't take any more photos during the musical because security was just toooooooo tight. :(

And having explained about how great this musical is, if you are a fan of melancholic plots or an avid literature reader, please do grab your tickets at sistic ASAP!! I bought mine 4 months back when  they just started the sale of tickets,however,despite being such an early bird I still didn't manage to get the centre-front seats. Although I paid 168 dollars for a ticket, my seat was more to the side and it was so uncomfortable stretching my neck out like an ostrich more than half of the time. So try to book seats that are closer to the middle for best comfort and experience (:

Lyrics that dissolves the heart :

"In sleep he sang to meIn dreams he cameThat voice that calls to me and speaks my nameAnd do I dream again for now I findThe Phantom of the Opera is thereInside my mind

Sing once again with meOur strange duetMy power over you grows stronger yetAnd though you turn from me to glance behindThe Phantom of the Opera is thereInside your mind

Those who have seen your faceDraw back in fearI am the mask you wear

Your/My spirit and my/your voice in one combinedThe Phantom of the Opera is thereInside my/your mind

In all your fantasies, you always knewthat man and mystery

Were both in you

And in this labyrinthwere night is lifethe Phantom of the Opera is there,inside my/your mind
He's there, the phantom of the opera!

He's there, the phantom of the operas

Sing, my Angel of MusicSing, my AngelSing for meSing, my AngelSing for me "

DINNER AT TWG

I had dinner with my mother and sister at Marina Bay Sands TWG before we attended the musical. Life's good for the moment, good food and heartfelt conversations : ') It's always during times like this i feel the extra warmth of being a member of a family. 

Ordered this mouth watering marinated cod fish ; A feast for the eyes.

One can never miss out desserts ;

Strawberry tart

Lemon flavored cake

OUTFIT

( look like i have china eyes here what is this even)

"What's up? Nothing, just the ceiling."

Denim jacket- H&M

Kitty dress- H&M

Shoes- New Look

Socks-  TOPSHOP

Mini haul for the week 

That's all for this post. It's so late but I love blogging so much. And damn i miss 'him' ugh sorry for being so random and lovesick here hahahahaha. Anyway, 

Goodnight lovelies !!! <3

XX,

Sunday 21 July 2013

Mood: Lavender 

Still

Still ;

I'll wrap up my bones

And leave them
Out of this home
Out on the road

With--

Two feet standing on a principle.
Two hands longing for each others warmth.
Cold smoke seeping out of colder throats.
Darkness falling ; leaves nowhere to go

It's spiraling down, 
Biting words like a wolf howling.
Hate is spitting out of each others mouths
But we're still sleeping like we're lovers;

Still with feet touching
Still with eyes meeting
Still our hands match
Still with hearts beating

Still with feet touching
Still with eyes meeting
Still our hands match
Still with hearts beating

Still with feet touching
Still with eyes meeting
Still our hands match
Still with hearts beating

But you, but us-- 

Two feet standing on a principle.
Two hands digging in each others wounds.
Cold smoke seeping out of colder throats.
Darkness falling; leaves nowhere to move.

It's spiraling down, 
Biting words like a wolf howling.
Hate is spitting out of each others mouths.
But we're still sleeping like we're lovers;

Still with feet touching
Still with eyes meeting
Still our hands match
Still with hearts beating

Still with feet touching
Still with eyes meeting
Still our hands match
Still with hearts beating

Still with feet touching
Still with eyes meeting
Still our hands match
Still with hearts beating

You are my thoughts. 

Running through fault lines.

You are my shadow.

Hiding through faint lines.

XX

Mood: Grey 

The story of a phenomenal bond ;

 

No one on earth can explain how a bond exists. Just like how we wonder why planets rotate, why the sun gives out rays, why flowers bloom, why humans breathe. 

 I met a girl when I was ten. She has the color of skin in the brightest beign tone, cheeks that brought out a gentle shade of peach-pink, eyes the color of liquid black and natural smooth hair that many mistaken for, as finely rebonded hair. 

 It did not took us long to unfold our first secret. She told me about the boy she loved. In exchange I told her about the boy I fell for. From then , we had our shadows growing side by side. As each day passes, these shadows inch one step closer.

 I remember the first time we had a tiff. She hurled out words in anger but  managed to keep it mild.' Ripped pockets'  'Grimy hair'  ' Backs that left instead of faces that appear' ;  These were crestfallen memories that shook us apart, once, before.

 The strange thing : no matter how impactful every shake was, it is never enough to divide us into different islands, to diverge our bond -- the phenomenal bond.

 Conversations on the phone lasted till wires overheat. A fraction of a day is insufficient for the topics we share. You can measure our common in quantity, it will dawn upon you that it can occupy the entire atmosphere in existence. 

 'Canteen Tom Yum noodles'. A food speciality. A bowl of carefully cooked noodles that came from the pleasant middle-aged lady at the chinese store. It brought out the taste of our ecstasy, the color of our contentment. The first and last delicacy that signifies our recognition to each other's appetite.

 Telesthesia [ An extrasensory perception] We have that unusual telepathic transmission. Words and ideas fused as one many a time. She did not have to speak and I did not have to signal. Once, we sung to the top of our voices, the same music, hitting the same millisecond. Our heads turned to each other, jaws stretched to an obtuse angle -- Aghast.

2009 was the year of our physical seperation. She was the first to see the water that flooded my eyes, a deep sense of despondency she will never forget. However seperation wouldn't leave a special bond with a full stop, it continues the bond with a comma.

It's way past midnight and I am writing. And i will continue writing about her for she had already made up the flesh, bones, blood and heart of my mind. The story of our bond has not faded, never faded. It continues burning even higher, brighter, passing through the skies and beyond.

Many say a friend, is commonly defined as someone there for you during the high and low tides. 

I disagree. 

It's bigger, wider than that. I define a friend as someone who had plunged deep into the seabed of your heart, understood your emotions and swam through the circuit of your body. 

And she ;

She is who I defined. 

PHOTOBOOTH SESSION : 

2007-2009 photos are almost too horrible to be seen.

Here are some of the more recent photos from 2010.

She's lovely : 

(My face is beyond recognition, but she look really cute here, please pardon my appearance haha!)

(Toastmasters monthly gathering 2011)

(2011 Christmas season, where are our preseeeeeeents? )

(She's the summer lady--

(November 2012)

Enough of the past year photos. They do hold compelling memories but we all need to make way for some fresh photos toooo, don't we? ;-)

(My pretty girl)

Beware of our big big eyes for they are violent they are fierce and they kill. 

Alright alright, I get it, you are not afraid of these eyes at all. I was just kidding HEH

We really look like twin sisters don't we? Maybe we are secretly, who knows! Hehehehe!!

Here's to those who broke my heart : I never liked you anyway 

(She's rocking the oversized tee like a hippie girl yo)

(Sweetie 3.142)

3.142=pie (in case you are thinking what's with the numbers HAHA)

(Too obsessed with this caaaaaat dress)

(As you can see, we hooked up the fitting room for probably close to an hour, but that's what girls do when we have clothes and the camera all set, don't we?)

(Chilling with our Hong Kong milk tea at the HK restaurant, being a true blue Asian )

Congratulations, you have reached the end of this supeeeeeer long post. Here's the photo I love most to end off this post YAY

XX,

2013 8th July

Mood : Rose Violet