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And now that I have you I want you to know that this love This fire will never stop burning We will always be a part Of each other No darkness or hell can push us apart Our passion will be holding on to us Closer than our souls ever could.

Important words to remember whenever we want to share the latest article or reblog posts.

It's easy to regurgitate links into emails or share facebook posts, but we should pause before posting and add on the reason for sharing those links, the reason for informing our peers of this latest trend, or the meaning behind this article we want them to read.

That said, sometimes I reblog for shallow reasons. I mean, what other meaning is there to append to Martin Freeman's adorable face?

A blue horse, a red crocodile, an orange elephant, a purple fox, a black polar bear and a wonderful polka-dotted donkey… There isn't any wrong colour. And you don't have to stay within the lines. 

Loretta Chen's take on The Vagina Monologues was daring and funny. Might have too much funny in it, though.

The cast was exceptional, and had me transfixed for most of the two hours. Pieces that I enjoyed in particular were Loke Loo Pin's sardonic recount in Because He Liked To Look At It, transsexual Elnina's They Beat The Girl Out Of My Boy, and Hair (done by Asha Edmund playing an Indian lady. With an Indian accent and that horrendously hilarious Indian-mother-glare).

Before the show, I was looking forward to The Woman Who Made Vagina's Happy (that and Hair are my favourites). Sadly, Sabrina Renee Chong's portrayal is a little... I have to say she is not a bad actress, but amidst the stellar cast, her constant smooth, suave, I'm-God's-gift-to-women routine made the delivery flat within three lines. The moans in that piece was vocalised by Eleine Ng (hope I got the name right. Program booklet does not have photos with names!), who was one of the more entertaining actresses of the night, with her Russian sergeant act and boisterous stage presence.

Also, I love Elizabeth Tan. She was adorable as the 16-year-old in The Coochie Snorcher That Could (minor digression. That leopard-print trenchcoat on 30-year-old? Very hot.) and heart-stopping as the woman facing domestic violence.

Loretta Chen's dramatised approach in acting out the monologues and cushioning with humour made the raw, angry script more accessible to the audience (baby steps with Singaporean audience!) but in some places, distracting. I have no memory of what the gym scene is about, since the jumping and pumping was too much of a visual abuse.

And that pole dance... I should be thinking what the point of the dance was, but when Samantha Kan's hot booty is moving on stage like that, one does not think much.

Appreciation of the female body aside, I feel watching The Vagina Monologues performed live on stage should be a ritual for every female. It was not as life-changing as I expected, but Loretta's addition of Chinese, Malay and Tamil lines makes it resonate among the local audience.

An excerpt from Terry Pratchett's Going Postal, because I think it's sweet and also because this was unexpectedof a bad-ass cheating crook:

"You hardly know me and yet you invite me out on a date," said Miss Dearheart. "Why?"

Because you called me a phony, Moist thought. You saw though me straight away. Because you didn't nail my head to the door with your crossbow. Because you have no small talk. Because I'd like to get to know you better, even though it would be like smooching an ashtray. Because I wonder if you could put into the rest of your life the passion you put into smoking a cigarette. In defiance of Miss Maccalariat I'd like to commit hanky-panky with you, Miss Adora Belle Dearheart... well, certainly hanky, and possibly panky when we get to know each other better. Id like to know as much about your soul as you know about mine...