confessions of 1 unmarried woman

the sushi conveyor belt. u have an almost endless variety of plates to pick from. u look at the first one that comes along. u pick it up. it looks good. ur enticed. but u keep wondering whether something better will come along. so u put it back. the next few plates are new. they're different. but they're not quite the same as that first one. they all pale in comparison. u turn back to look for that first plate you had let go. but its gone. u keep thinking. it'll come back. but it doesn't.

thank god. thank god. i don't have regrets like that.

i watched confessions of 300 unmarried men with iman last night. it was a play full of promise. but it was one of unfulfilled promises. ok. some. like the sushi 'sonnet' was ridiculously uninspiring. it was unoriginal. it was flat. it didn't surprise me. it didn't take my breadth away. it didn't feel like it even tried.

i liked the old man birdie episode, that was inspiring. three old men reflecting about their own lives through metaphors of their caged singing birds. the crazy horse episode was mildly funny. the boys in hot shorts with golden tassle tails attached were entertaining but not quite hilarious. i was tickled but not quite amused. the energy of the ensemble was rock bottom and the effort to raise it seemed so overwhelming that sometimes even i felt tired.

that said. i really liked benjamin ng- who in my opinion saved the entire production. He was likeable and his acting was effortless. His potrayal of a lowly educated Singaporean man in search of a bride willing to marry down was so raw that it felt honest. It was affront without being offensive. It made me laugh. It made me think.

and gay unmarried men's opinion was so under-represented. why? especially as it would have added a tinge of fun, a peppering of spice that the production desperately needed. not to over-sensationalise? to represent the real opinions of unmarried men. are straight men beginning to feel overlooked? is that why gay issues were touched on so lightly?

confesssions. i confess...i didn't think very much of it. there were moments where it felt intimate. it felt honest. but other times it just felt whiny and overplayed.

confessions. i confess.

iman. i think very much of. moments of intimacy. honesty. never whiny or overplayed.