Thank You, But No.

Life, is not just about what you stand for, but also what you are against.
I am for courage to pursue one’s own dream. I am for kindness and generosity in helping others achieve their goals.
I am against smearing, lampooning and hurting others. Period. It doesn’t end does it? This cycle of hate and irresponsible gossip. Let’s not pretend to be objective when there is no objectivity. We are real people, when you hurt us we actually do bleed. There is no reason good enough to justify such human behaviour.

For public figures some argue that there is no such thing as privacy, and I have no rebuttal for that, whether that hypothesis is fair or not. In fact I am inclined to agree. But I am not asking for privacy here, I am merely asking for decency.

Well, reaction is easy, understanding is hard. It’s all about the optics anyway. Who looks better, richer, happier. It’s gotten so easy to flaunt, that our empty lives could get away looking well-travelled and fulfilled.

I have fought a few battles in my short 40 years of life, and I must admit, sometimes losing was a relief. Sometimes taking a sabbatical break from the race turned out to be the best decision. And yes, sometimes, saying “thank you, but no” is as cathartic as crying.

It’s never over.

But life is too short to get mad.

(photo credit styled by Daniel Goh)

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Back To Basics 



I’m used to being laughed at. Oh well I have been laughing at myself all my life. I might not have beauty nor talent but I do have a sense of humour. So spoof and lampoon away. What’s the fun if we take everything seriously all the time? N’est-ce pas? 


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#howRU ? 


Some things never change. Like in my youth, I suffered from post-production-blues when the curtain fell for the last time on The LKY Musical, exactly a month ago.

(photo credit @ethylwyl )

I missed every step of the journey. The Marina Bay Sands North carpark, the walk through the food court to arrive at the stage door, the flowers in my secret garden, the aroma that greeted me whenever I opened the door of my dressing room, your sleeping bag, my cushion, my travel blanket, the secret nutellas, the spins, the surprises, the falls, the blood, the tears, the applause, the vocal warm-ups an hour before showtime, Somewhere Over The Rainbow, Bella Signora, Day and Night, my friends, your love. We were in a bubble. Some connections, you cannot explain.


As with all goodbyes, I was reluctant to tears. The gut-wrenching, heart-rending ache was too much to bear, I packed my bags and flew away. An attempt to recover my centre. In my head I kept singing, “Je vole, je vais t’aimer, je veux chanter. (I fly, I will love you, I want to sing) ” .

I was not fleeing.

It was just bizarre this cage that was blocking my chest. I could not breathe it was stopping me from singing. An exclusive emotion.

It all started to change when I breathed you, Italy. You and your friends, inspired me to live free again.














There is no reversal. Let every cell in your body exude love. The universe returns it in mysterious ways. Sing out loud your arias, dance in the piazzas. Find the art of being yourself. You can’t reverse it. If not now, when?

“There is no time for anything inessential”–wrote the late Oliver Sacks. I now know what I do not need and I will not fool myself with it any longer. What I can do more with, is space, and art. You cannot look at such beauty without thinking of the people and of love. Sometimes, we have to go far to discover who we are.

So this is it. Love, is personal. Judge not. I wish for you the kind of passion that revives you. Do not compromise. Before youth leaves you behind. Love recklessly. A song, a scent, a connection. Find your pair. That moment, it is forever.

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The LKY Musical

This is for you, who missed The LKY Musical ‘s love theme, So Simple.
Thank you Metropolitan Productions (Bianca, Choon Hiong, Alvin) and Jacqueline Khoo for this video.
And to the one and only Adrian Pang, thank you for the love.

Full DVD out soon watch this space.

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Lost And Found.

Some songs haunt you. Because it is attached to a certain memory, that vividly replays in the mind. The sort that makes you shiver in longing.

We can’t turn back time. It’s over it’s over.

Look ahead. Life, is gut-wrenching. And will take your breath away. Love, with all your guts and soul. I learned that being vulnerable can lead to heart-rending and intense sensations.

“I was like a satellite spinning away
Almost lost forever and leaving no trace
Floating through the darkest reaches of space”–Unstoppable.

Some connections, you can’t explain.

We gave our best, all 35 performances of The LKY Musical. We said a good goodbye. But I have been waking up with a heartache. The past six weeks or so I lived on love. You kept me going. I embrace this pain with no regrets. You know what this is? This is the sound of a heart breaking. This is love. I will miss you, I already do. I will miss the stage. I belong there.

Yours Choo-ly.


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Scene of the day –BIRDMAN

 Tabitha: It doesn’t matter, I’m gonna destroy your play. 

Riggan: But you didn’t even see it. Did I do something to offend you? 

Tabitha: As a matter of fact, you did. You took off space on theater wich otherwise might have been used on something worthwile. 

Riggan: Okay… well. I mean, you don’t even know if it’s any good or not… I didn’t… 

Tabitha: That’s true; I haven’t read a word of it or even seen the preview. But after the opening tomorrow I’m gonna turn in the worst review anyone has ever read and I’m gonna close your play. Would you like to know why? Because I hate you and everyone you represent. Entitled, selfish, spoiled children. Blissfully untrained, unversed and unprepared to even attempt real art. Handing each other awards for cartoons and pornography. Measuring your worth in weekends? Well this is the theater and you don’t get to come in here and pretend you can write, direct and act in your own propaganda piece without coming through me first. So break a leg. 

Riggan: Wow. You know… What has to happen in a person’s life to become a critic anyway? What are you writing? Another review? Is that any good? Is it? Did you even see it? Let me read it. 

Tabitha: I will call the police! 

Riggan: Call the police… let’s read your fuckin’ review. “Lacklustre…” That’s just labels. Marginality… You kidding me? Sounds like you need penicillin to clear that up. That’s a label. That’s all labels. You just label everything. That’s so fuckin’ lazy… You just… You’re a lazy fucker. You know what this is? You even know what that is? You don’t, You know why? Because you can’t see this thing if you don’t have to label it. You mistake all those little noises in your head for true knowledge. 

Tabitha: Are you finished? 

Riggan: No! I’m not finished! There’s nothing here about technique! There’s nothing in here about structure! There’s nothing in here about intentions! It’s just a bunch of crappy opinions, backed up by even crappier comparisons… You write a couple of paragraphs and you know what? None of this cost you fuckin’ anything! The Fuck! You risk nothing! Nothing! Nothing! Nothing! I’m a fucking actor! This play cost me everything… So I tell you what, you take this fucked malicious cowardly shitty written review and you shove that right the fuck up your wrinkly tight ass. 

Tabitha: You’re no actor, you’re a celebrity. Let’s be clear on that. I’m gonna kill your play.

My thoughts on this:
Despite what many may think, we should practise editorial independence. Yes, best to prove the detractors wrong with deeds. Don’t, however, misquote me. Don’t write out of context. You have a point or two and I respect that. Let’s not pretend to be objective when there is no objectivity. Enough.

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Les Pas des Amants Désunis

I always write when I am overwhelmed by emotions. When I couldn’t breathe and had no choice but to pen down the waves of thoughts in my head somewhere. This is my therapy. Stay calm and write.

Nous avons une histoire très spéciale c’est destin que tu sois toujours dans mon coeur.

La vie est toujours beaucoup plus compliquée qu’on ne l imagine et si tout le monde est dans cette situation…
Le monde est un ensemble de relations compliquées où rien n’est exactement comme ça devrait.

Love, you are my drug and I am your silly goose.

Think of me, as often as you can.

That’s all we have left. Think of me.

S/W Ver: 99.51.05A

S/W Ver: 99.51.05A

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