| whatever makes her happy on a saturday night |
[15 Jul 2007|08:36am] |
| [ |
music |
| |
X-treme - Te Extraño |
] |
yesterday night was SO FUN, billowy sleeves and all. went home sore throat as usual. hang out with friends always sore throat.
first there was squee-worthy abv3 which was so sweet, and the whole production felt a bit different from others -- more personal, like. maybe it's simply because the characters were so believable, especially the young kenneth who bore forceful resemblance to shang (but hotter lah, has to be said) and "nicole" who bears forceful resemblance to.. a startling number of ri/rj kids. and sylvia was in engineering so she has to wear the damn long skirt that cannot get booked heh. maybe because it was based off of a book so i have some sort of impression that the story in a way is real, which helps it exert a stronger pull. i don't know, but i was pleased. especially at the end when they held hands and made the books flutter. sam and i were talking about how we walked out with helplessly factuous grins on our faces.
then of course there was (were?) the Fiends! i enjoyed saying my shirt was from mango because just on friday jerrine was ranting to me about how much she hated mango, which seems to be a common sentiment, and it's always nice to buck them common sentiments. xtine to whom i confessed my little livejournal secret agreed to take a photograph with me, which sam botched. early saturday morning xtine and i were discussing our mode of accessorizing and she said she liked everything to match, whereas i prefer to let things clash so it's a little bit of a treasure hunt when you notice the little trinklets i'm wearing and how they (usually) do make some sense together. seems that after the discussion both of us went away with the idea of trying out something new because i matched my red bag to my red shoes while xtine turned up in a flea market box's worth of mismatched goodz, including some weird clip that i probably would have worn when i was six <3 was it polly pocket? fawn sang us one of those fucking annoying songs that are designed to go on forever and yet managed to forget how it went halfway through.
oh i also bought two seashell bracelets for lom and joy from the extremely out of place 'africantribal' booth at the singapore expo (it was supposed to be a farm produce and malay cultural exhibition) which reminded me of the seashell bracelet brian wore, but on beads instead of on a string or leather thong. then i doubted my purchase for a sec cos it looks a bit different and i wasn't sure if either joy or lom was as nuts about brian as i was and if they'd even wear the bracelet. but they did. because we are all of a single Mothership Brain :D occasionally the Mothership ejects foreign elements from its orbit, and occasionally we allow privileged Human Beans glimpses into its shuddering pink masses, but the 6 of us make a v pleasant knot.
maybe sore throat always strikes after fiend outings because heart gets v full and climbs way outta throat en route to bursting out of mouth in ~birdsong~
|
|