Bloggie. Things to blog about.
1) G2000 sale.
2) My new wallpaper.
3) My next play which opens this Thursday. "What Does It Mean To Be.. Malaysian?"
4) My jealousy issues of Mew.

cheerioseets, arty.
I long.
For someone.
Someone to hold me.
To be able to feel the warmth.
Of knowing that you're cared for.
Loved.
I long.
To be loved.





[ Tong and Music are seen in bed looking at the ceiling. ]
Tong:
You are alone. Aren't you lonely?
Music:
Frighteningly lonely.
Tong:
What is it? Frighteningly lonely?
Music:
Like when we were kids.
We were so lonely because we didn't have friends, right?
Now that we are grown up, loneliness is much worse than when we were children.
Tong:
Why was it so bad for you?
Music:
I don't know what to say.
[ Story of grandmother's passing ]
It's not easy at all, because the longer she's gone, the more I missed grandma.
So I got one question.
If we love someone so much, how can we bear it that one day we will be seperated by death?
And... that losing someone is part of life?
You know it well, Tong.
Is it possible, Tong?
That we love someone, and we're not afraid of losing them.
[ Pause ]
At the same time, I was wondering...
Is it possible... that we can live without loving anyone at all?
[ Pause ]
That's my loneliness..
I have lived with it for 5 years.
I really know how bad that feels.
And it will get worse.
Tong:
Mew.
[ Tong places Music's head on his chest and hugs him. ]



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