Tuesday, April 03, 2007
To hold me and to hide me.
In light of my persistent procrastination syndrome, I have yet to book tickets (probably sold out by now) for Phantom of the Opera. The depressing thing, is in fact, not the fact that the chances of us ever watching it at the Esplanade are indeed infinitesimal; instead it is the beautiful and lyrical compositions by Andrew Lloyd Webber, that is depressing. The whole musical, the music, the songs, are simply ingenious. Only a genius like him could have crafted such a masterpiece. Every note, every word, the harmony of the brass and woodwinds, has been perfectly woven into each other. Not a note too many, not a note too little. Probably one of the few things in this world that comes too close to Perfection. It's depressing because the songs make you emo; I never seem to get bored of them, after all these years, from hearing to listening, from listening to appreciating, from appreciating to understanding, from understanding to experiencing, from experiencing - sheer awe. Depressing because its music and lyrics just make you drift off to another land, where Love prevails. Its lyrics are so rich in meaning and substance, evokes a whole spectrum of emotions within me, it soothes the soul and tames the rage. I'm loving it. I love emo nights like such.
Love wins, love always wins.
I want to get married. Like, now. I want my husband to sing "A Whole New World" to me.
tried to hunch; 12:43 AM