she was looking for her prince

i spent a damned, spastically long time staring, because the resemblance was like whoa. from that angle, anyway.

anyway, just got home not long ago from dramafeste, where BW bagged best actress (sarah) and best script (by boonping). well done cast and crew. long and tiring evening at front-of-house duty, settling ticketing mistakes, changes, people who forgot to bring tickets, stupid j1s who ran away from their stations, etc. then saikang in the form of cleanup and moving display boards.

jotham was plucking at his rose doing the loves-me-loves-me-not thing. and (as always, he says) he got the 'not' result. aww. so then he was describing sth about pink roses, when they start to wilt, and the edges of the petals start to turn a shade of blood-red, and he had this beautiful piece of imagery for it - as though the rose is so sad that it begins to bleed. -------------- <3


andthis is a dorothy parker piece:

By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows
his passion is
Infinite, undying,
Lady, make a note of this -
One of you is lying,

and to lynette, for being posted back:
(: