Moments of Tranquility

Welcome back

2010-02-22T06:22:00.001+08:00

I will revive this blog soon!! I've got so much to write about. But not now! I have to finish coursework first...

Dashed.

2009-12-07T08:06:00.002+08:00

Two weeks left till Christmas Holidays and I should be rejoicing and enjoying the London Christmas atmosphere but here I sit in front of my syntax textbook feeling absolutely helpless. I don't regret choosing my course but now I am reconsidering my initial dream of UCL. I have to admit, I feel like I am at a lost most of the time. I hate this feeling. Trust me when I said I have been doing more work than I ever did in my previous studies, I have spent so much time in the library, I have been reading up on extra readings, but I still feel at a lost. I feel like I don't know enough to compare with other students. Basically, I feel stupid, and it is depressing.

updates

2009-11-21T23:17:00.003+08:00

Its 3.17pm now and its getting dark. How I do miss the sunshine here. Anyway, the anticipated Reading week has passed which I didn't succeed much in doing anything except going to watch musical. 'Wicked' was a blast!! I guess waiting outside LSE for tickets for 1 hour plus in the cold was worth it after all. The cast was simply amazing and the plot was brilliantly constructed as well. Actually, it gets you thinking about the concepts of good and evil as well as ruined the idea of a place 'somewhere over the rainbow'. 'Defying Gravity' has now officially become my favourite musical song. A few days later, I went to watch 'Jump' a korean, yes, KOREAN martial arts comedy show at Peacock Theatre. It was quite funny actually but having still remained under the awe of Wicked, it wasn't as thrilling as it could be. But still funny nonetheless as the actors hardly spoke on stage but does pantomimes and exaggerated gestures for most part of the comedy act and a whole lot of martial arts!

After reading week, all hell breaks loose with the amount of coursework I left hanging! Anyway, I finished and submitted all in time! Thank God! So I am taking a break for this week.

I am ending this post abruptly because I don't feel like continuing anymore...will update again soon.

Birthday in London

2009-11-08T22:27:00.002+08:00

I had a fun birthday in London despite having a phobia of getting old. 6th November 2009 London time started with me on skype with Jessica who was the only person who waited with me till my birthday!! It's so nice being able to see her and chat with her even though she is a kabillion miles away in America. Anyway, that was midnight.

The fire alarm went off at 4.40am, thanks to the receptionist that fell asleep! So yeah, my morning didn't started off as amazing as it should be because I had to rush and get dress to get to phonetics tutorial. Right after phonetics, I ran to Russell Square Station to catch the tube to Convent Garden. I had a ticket for the open day at the Royal Opera House.

ROH was amazing!! I am so thankful that I didn't think twice (though I should have) about getting a ticket! I went straight to the Paul Hamlyn hall, which had an amazing archy glassy celling, to watch the Royal Ballet School at work. I have to admit. I was extremely jealous, and I really mean EXTREMELY!! The Upper school students were amazing with their amazing flexibility, amazing arches, amazing extensions, amazing everything!! I look fat when standing beside them.

Then I stayed for 2 more rehearsals on the nutcracker. The first was the fighting scene between the nutcracker and the mouse king. Watching the rehearsals just made me realised how difficult and painstaking it is to perfect everything. The I watched the Waltz of the Snowflake rehearsal. I would have thought that coordinating would be simple as everyone is a professional dancer, but how wrong I was. It reminded me of what I went through in just a simple sibu production. Not that easy after all.

I left after the waltz rehearsal to explore the opera house but eventually came back to watch the last rehearsal on Limen, a new ballet. Just wanted to see how Sarah Lamb looks like. And she is as pretty as all the photos I've seen of her. Wasn't that into Limen though but still the movements were really fluid and elegant.

I went to Convent Garden market for lunch after that then walked back to Chandler house for my last tutorial before reading week. After tutorial, I went to Passfield to meet up the others for dinner!

Well, we didn't expect torrential rain in London but it happened and we just called a cab to take us to the restaurant which we couldn't locate. Anyway, dinner was awesome and there was a 50% discount because of Franchi's tastelondon card. We went back to Passfield where I booked my flight to Italy for Christmas.

So yeah, thats my birthday! Most part was spent wonderfully alone though. But still I had an enjoyable day! Thanks to all who wished me a happy birthday!!

First month in London

2009-10-27T00:15:00.002+08:00

It's been a month already!! Anyway, this is just a short post to sum up all the stuff that I have done. So, went to Portobello Rd with Cherwaye, Avenue Q with Cherwaye, Hip hop classes with Franchi, London tour with Siburians...hmmm...thats all that comes out from the top of my head for the moment. Avenue Q was amazing and was much more than I expected!! Might be going to watch Wicked soon with Cherwaye...Anyway, got to read!!! I have tons to read..and most of it, I don't understand..

The perplexity of Linguistics

2009-10-09T05:51:00.002+08:00

I am thoroughly enjoying my first week of University which consists of 4 hours of lectures and 4 hours of tutorials!! Yes, I am really free..however that comes with downside as well, I have loads to read and I am expecting workload to come pouring in soon. I have had syntax, phonetic and logic and meaning classes. The first 2 I found relatively understandable however, logic and meaning is just plain bizarre. I can't get my head around the idea of conditional truth, basically, how a sentence is a sentence. The snow is white. The sentence is true because 'snow', which refers to ice crystals from the sky, and 'is white' which is associated with a particular set of colours, therefore, snow is white IF and only if the snow is white....hmmmm.....help............

Freshers!!

2009-10-03T21:47:00.003+08:00

London is wonderfully busy!! UCL is extremely organized!! Chandler House is just breath-taking!! I am having quite a lot of fun here as lectures have not started yet and will not until next Wednesday. This week has simply been congested with information and introduction to university life. Weather has been good though chilly but still good nonetheless. I went to freshers fayre the other day and joined a few interesting albeit rather weird clubs and societies. One of them was Chocolate!! And guess what members do! EAT CHOCOLATE! Cool right!! I also joined the Investment society because it sounds rather smart and it is definitely a must for Asians like me who took up an un-Asianly course..plus, I got a free mug! Other than that, I signed up for almost every single theatre society that there is in UCL, just to get cheap tickets though but I might take part in at least one of them before I leave.
In terms of food, I am sorry to say that I haven't been impressed at all. I miss Malaysian food. Actually, I should be saying I miss REAL EDIBLE FOOD!! I swear Hughes Parry is trying to starve all it's occupants with small miniscule portions that are hardly enough for anybody and horribly yucky tasting thingies that I don't even know the name of. That's what you get for wanting to be cheap and living the university life. As for lunch, I have to admit that I should start exploring the area for other things than sandwiches. I have been eating Pret A Manger sandwiches for a week now and I have to say, one can only take that many sandwiches without overdosing.
My linguistics class has only around 30 students plus affliliated students from overseas. They are all pretty nice but I guess it's too soon to say as I have only met them for a week. However, Chandler house, where most of my lectures will be taking place is superbly nice with different colour schemes on all floors. The basement is red so all the furniture and walls are painted red. I know the library floor is orange and some other floor is purple. Anyway, I am quite exicited as well as scared about starting next week!! Everybody seems to have a perfectly logical reason of being there except me. I find it so hard to answer when people ask me why I decided to take Linguistics. Because I have an interest in Language?? Yes I do, but I don't really know how strong and lasting my interest is. Anyway, it's still pretty cool telling people I am reading Linguistics instead of some normal Asiany subject.
My room in Hughes Parry is huge but the colour scheme of the room is poorly chosen, making the place look a bit shabby. I hate my view though, the window at the side of my bed faces rooftops of Canterbury and Commenwealth hall and the window in front of my desk faces a wall. My roomate, Francesca is absolutely nice. Quite soft spoken although she goes out every single night. She is half Italian but could not really speak but can understand Italian so it is a good chance of me to practice with her I guess. I have met quite a lot of people in this hall but really, I can't remember their names. The good thing is, I am probably only gonna meet them once and that's it. Staying in a hall that accomodates 500+ people who goes to different unis, I don't really have to remember everyone.
I am still losing my way around London. Passfield hall is incredibly hard to find though it is only 2 roads down Hughes Parry. I am virtually almost an LSE student, having spent most of my time with Cherwaye, Tania, Zhiwei and Aflaah in LSE areas.
I am tired of writing now and might continue with updates on the next post. So yeah, that's what I have covered so far in London for the past week!! To anyone back home, do skype me or send me an email ok..I do get lonely sometimes...

Touchdown

2009-09-26T19:12:00.001+08:00

I am in London!! It's been nice so far! Staying with Ivy until tomorrow then I will be moving into Hughes Parry.

...Pause for a breather...

2009-09-04T14:43:00.000+08:00

I have finally sorted out all the complications that comes with going to University..whew..and good news, I can drive now!! so anyone free in Sibu call me up okay? If there is anyone left...

A sense of completion

2009-08-22T23:13:00.000+08:00

After 1 and a half (first term not counted) grueling years of Alevels in KTJ, I am glad to say that I am thankfully done since receiving my full results on Wednesday. And, I am going to UCL! Praise the Lord!!
Wow, I never imagined myself going to London, let alone to the University where Coldplay was formed (yeah, I find that extremely cool). I am so happy that Tania and CherWaye would be joining me in London, and I could once again wreck havoc with Ivy. It's so weird how things turned out for me. I always had the idea that I would eventually be reading Business or Commerce in some Australia University or end up in Kent like mum. Linguistics was not part of my vocabulary until August last year when I happened to stumble across it on Cambridge's list of courses. And what better place to read Linguistics than the place where Alexander Graham Bell was educated. I am indeed fortunate to be given this opportunity.
As for my results, I am extremely satisfied with everything except Drama Unit 5. I got an A overall for drama but I got a 61/90 for that unit, and I worked really hard on that unit. Wasn't easy playing a crazed 15-year-old refugee okay. Well, my whole group did bad on that unit and nobody knows why. I, of course suspect that it was because of our over-cut script, I mean, our acting was not bad at all, and we technically did nothing that could slashed our marks down that much, so it must be the script. All those hours of practicing..wasted..and they wanted Anjali to actually slap me to make the scene more believable..thank goodness I protested..
As predicted, I am busy with visa application now. I had been fidgeting over the fact the my visa letter hadn't arrived yet for the past 2 days. I got the DHL notice today, they just have to pick a time when I am not at home to deliver. At least its here.
I can't wait to go London, Convent Garden, Royal Ballet, Agnes Oakes and Thomas Edur, tube to Paris, Paris Opera Ballet, Aurelie Dupont, train to Italy, Torino, the Barberos, hot chocolate, Elisabetta and Vanessa, La Scala, cheap flights to America during Christmas, Jessica, Korea..oh yes, I can't wait. Yet, I don't want to leave the comforts of home for 2 years just yet. My family, Dukie, the stupid dog, Kitty, the useless fishes, the baby who shall not be a baby anymore when I return the next time, the other baby, ballet classes, cheap dvds, cheap cinema tickets, 'exercise' with Grace, Grace, local food, especially people speaking foochow. Foochow gives me a sense of homeliness, a symbol of my upbringing, a story of my background. I find it amazing how a whole town has dialect as it's main language, and one of the hardest Chinese dialect too. But since I have to go, then I can't wait to amaze my course mates with my Foochow speaking abiliy.
Two years passed fast, I remembered counting towards the day of leaving KTJ with Waye way back in term 1, boy, that didnt seemed too long ago. It's time to move on again. I guess I might be counting towards the day of leaving UCL soon.

Adagio

2009-08-14T11:16:00.000+08:00

I feel like I am stuck in an endless cyclic gyre. Life hasn't been eventful these days. The only excitement I had last week was the gruelling suspense of waiting for my Geography results. Thankfully, I got an A. Yay!

Other than that, I can't think of anything new. Well, one more week until Edexcel results will be out, then there will be a mad rush to apply for visa. Then things might get a bit more exciting...

Breakdown...

2009-06-17T19:21:00.000+08:00

The last glimmer of hope fades silently.

Despair overwhelms.

Unavailing curses flow unceasingly.

Anger overwhelms.

Chaos unveiled unremittingly.

Fear overwhelms.

Well, that sums up everything.

Untimely Finale

2009-05-13T01:10:00.000+08:00

I can't believe it and I don't want to. She called quits. At the age of 28, where one would only start getting recognition. Monica Mason has just announced the retirement of Royal Ballet principal Alexandra Ansanelli, a dancer which I yearned to watch ever since she appeared on the front cover of Dance Magazine in 2004. She was a principal of New York City Ballet before, had a budding career, and she just left abruptly without giving any notice. That shocked the ballet world and now she has done the exact same again. She received a demotion to Soloist from Royal Ballet, worked her way up to Principal and decided to leave. Leave the dance world altogether.

She lives the life which I have always dream of, yet I applaud her for having the bravery to give everything up for the fact that she doesn't like it anymore. If only I could say no the that unbending routine that governs my life, possible shortening it as well. I have no idea what on her mind, and I think neither does she, but I hope she will be happy with her choice.

Too late. I am upset by the fact that I will never get the chance to see her live. The technicality, the vivacity, the tenacity that I have missed. An opportunity slipped. Grieved.

Time is ticking..ticking away

2009-04-27T23:46:00.000+08:00

Today me and Tania came to the realisation that our lives are extremely defective at this moment in time.

When we cry (cry over unfinished drama course work), though we try (try so hard to finish it), say goodbye (bye to our sanity) cause time is ticking ticking....

Just a random update

2009-04-15T10:54:00.000+08:00

Oh dear, I seemed to have left this blog for the dump. Oh well, life is getting harder to control by the minute. I am completely stress out at this moment, with a huge pile of unfinished drama course work (not my fault, I've done my part), unfinished Elit text (not my fault either), unstudied Geography (ok, this is actually my fault), uncompleted accommodation form (thanks to my indecisiveness)

and on-coming exams that I am utterly unprepared for. Aiuto....

I despise Larkin though I have to admit that he is a literary genius. His poems give me the creeps. Thanks to him, I have images of 'children strewn on steps' and little lambies chopped up into chops. How can anyone be happy being unhappy most of the time? One more term and it's all over. I am gonna miss my art centre room most, it's hell loads bigger than my room at home. And this time, I actually have to kiss my uniform-wearing days good bye. I do like uniforms, even though it may be similar to KFC's one, saves me the time and effort to think what I have to wear to class.

I am worried about drama. Firstly, we have only officially completed 1 unit out of 6. Secondly, we haven't rewritten notes for unit 3 because Ms Sarah hasn't gotten the 'Three' video off Helena. Thirdly, no one has bothered to mark my Unit 1 and 4 though I completed it last year. Fourthly, we haven't even started on unit 6 yet and there are 2 plays to write notes on. And finally, I have no idea what grades I will be getting for unit 4 and 5's performance. Teachers may say one thing but examiners might say another. And judging from the low quality video that we've produced, the possibility of them thinking a different spectrum is quite likely. How can anyone not be irked to the point of wanting to break everything in sight with a baseball bat? If I have a baseball bat and no morals...grrr...

Oh bother...

Artaud is a crackpot!!

2008-12-21T00:13:00.000+08:00

After 3 months of intense generating, writing and editing, I have finally completed Unit 4 at 4am this morning. 10 pages of A3. Filled. Drama and Theatre Studies. I hate this subject. It torments and pushes my patience to the limit. I must be crazy for refusing to drop it. It is so ironic that I left the exam hall thinking that the worst I could get is a B, not knowing that in fact all of us were expected, yes, expected to fail. I am truly scared. Really I am. I am scared of the immense faith that I place on my teachers. The same teachers that told me my notes were infallible, that nothing would go wrong, that I am brilliant. Sometimes I hate myself for believing them that much. I wish I could drop drama. But I can't. The fact is that I can't bear to drop it. I love the feeling of being someone else. I love the stage. I love the applauding and cheers of the audience at the end of a performance. I love the satisfactory feel of completing a play. I wished someone would force me to drop. I can't do it myself. I hate Artaud. Balinese hand movements. Yeah right. No one in their right mind would look at our play and define that as Balinese hand movements. Too bad those that watch our plays weren't in their right minds. That's what theatre studies is all about. Lying and bullshitting. It is all fabrication, an improbable concoction. I hate that part the most. I hate writing a bunch of lies to get marks. I hate writing a bunch of lies so others could get marks. Why should I put in so much effort to get equal marks as one that relies on my effort? No matter. 6 more months and I am done. No more studying the ideals of a crackpot. No more dealings with schism in my group. To conclude, no more drama.

Nausea- Another puking incident

2008-12-09T21:41:00.000+08:00

Who knew that a simple cup of tea could have caused me to suffer for two days. After attending the Oratorio, Elijah by Mendelssohn, I went to a nearby coffee shop for a cup of tea while waiting for the traffic to subside. The tea looked absolutely fine, tasted absolutely fine, therefore I assumed that it was absolutely fine. I woke up at 5 in the morning to a nauseous feeling caused by a churning stomach. Of course, my first reaction was to wake everybody in the house up and announced my newly contracted sudden wave of queasiness. Mum told me she had already threw up 3 times so I should just wait around until I do. Well, I headed straight to the TV room with a spinning head and an agitated stomach. Wasn't the best idea because watching TV just aggravated my head which aggravated my stomach. Just a note, there are really good shows in the wee hours of the day, those that I haven't seen for a while, like those Disney cartoons from the 50's or 60's. The first rush of partially digested food up my oesophagus came around 6am, and I just managed to reach the sink in time. Bloody hell. I hate puking non-stop, especially before the sun rises. Darkness just give me a sense of despair and hopelessness. This incident reminded me of the flight to Italy from Bangkok, and that non-stop puking was caused by dehydration. The only difference is that it was dark the entire flight because we were flying west. One could only imagine the dread I felt, I thought it was the end of the road for me. Seriously, I did. No parents, no close friends, just 23 newly met people, a lot of puke pouches and a bunch of air-hostess that did not speak English. Plus, the pain of an empty stomach was killing me as my stomach did not allow me to consume even plain water. Utter misery I tell you.

Anyway, back to the more recent puking incident. I could not sleep anymore after throwing up a few times. for lunch, mum just cooked porridge. Eating was hard enough, keeping what I ate was harder. Uh, I hate the feeling when my stomach muscles contract to regurgitate. Well, this went on until night, just before I fell asleep. The next day, for some weird reason, my stomach was all bloaty and I couldn't eat much either, thus suffering the consequences from the building up of acids. Right now, I am not fully recovered yet but at least I could eat more and keep food in.

Sometimes I wonder why sicknesses like these do not come when I need it most (like after studying and writing essays the entire night in school). A whole day of vomiting, just because we wanted to avoid traffic. Oh the irony.

Death be not proud

2008-12-02T23:37:00.000+08:00

After weeks of checking the dance section of the NYT, I was thrilled with all the new articles on the new season in New York. That is, until I saw this

News article

I am truly sadden by the sudden passing of Clive Barnes. I enjoyed reading his articles especially the 'Attitudes' column for Dance magazine. I have high regards for this man as he inspired me to pursue my dreams of becoming a dance critic. He will definitely be missed in the dance world.

Finito!!!!

2008-11-14T23:18:00.000+08:00

Yes!! Geography is finally over. No more staying up till 4am trying to cram everything in . No more having to drag my chair, pillow and blanket out on the balcony to study. No more worrying about how clouds form.
The paper was not too difficult nor was it particularly easy. The paper was weird, it took me a while to realise what's weird about it. River was not part of section A, a first in CIE geog exam history!! Thank God I studied three physical topics and population instead of just focusing on Rivers and Population, which was actually what had I intended to do. Let's just hope I didn't stuff this one up. I swear I will cry if it goes wrong.
Anyway, mum and sis just left for Korea, leaving me and my good-ol-dad(who spoils the heck out of me) in the midst of KL until Monday.

List of things to do within 2 days.
1. Get a trim
2. Buy a dress
3. Buy a leotard
4. Visit the restaurants on my list of places to eat
5. Watch a play
6. Buy Larkin's poetry collection
7. Find some of Pinker's works
8. Remind dad to mail letter to Andrea
9. Buy sticky paper so that me and Tania could watch bugs die in agony

Oh, speaking of bugs, there was a huge green beetle on the outside of our window netting the other day. It was neon green with black strips all over. Of course, our first reaction is to get the bug spray. After a few jets of poison, it started crawling upwards till it hits the window sill and fell on the window ledge. I started freaking out and spraying like crazy. I hate bugs. I hate big bugs. I hate big bugs that have weird colours on them. It was twitching like some spactic thingy. Oh, how I love watching bugs suffer before dying. Well, it twitched and toss and turn until it fell of the ledge. Me and Tania heard a splat when it landed on Suria's concrete backyard. Ewwwwww....ewwwww....ewww......
I wished I had taken a picture of it. Oh well, I will when the next one comes.

2 days of destressing...too bad Tania is stuck in Ktj..all alone..talk about role reversal man..

Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door....

2008-09-29T00:21:00.000+08:00

Upper6 Drama 08/09 presents
Knockin' On Heaven's Door

That's the title of our play. Why? We thought it would be interesting naming it after a Bob Dylan song for Mr. S who is leaving, though the content of the song have absolutely nothing to do with the play. Anyway, I know we finished it ages ago but I still wanna blog about it anyway.
Our play was very simple. It had no storyline. It had no dialogues. It had nothing that most play would have. Heck..It didn't even have a proper stage. We chose the art centre staircase as our acting area and it should be the first in KTJ history to have an exam piece there. Basically, our play was about the Seven Deadly Sins. We screamed, crawled to earth, acted hysterical, became puppets, descended to hell, became demons, tried to kill ach other, die again, and went to heaven.

Our stage

Walk into the light

I played Anger. I actually wanted Lust but Leila wanted it more, so I decided on Anger instead. It was a sort of a challege because I have this perpectual smile etched on my face but I managed to change that smile into a scowl. As a Poe fan, I just had to incorporate something Poe into my monologue. I based my monologue on 'The tell-tale heart', I just had to change the dementia into rage. Wasn't as hard as I thought it would be, I just had to keep a straight face while screaming. Oh..I love screaming at people. I wish I could do it more often just that I don't want to be sent to a mental institute.
I insisted on doing a dance in the hell scene after watching so much videos of 'So you think you can dance'. It was hard to find music that sounded remotely angry so I chose 'Warriors' from Lord of the Dance. It was kinda weird dancing contemporary to Irish music but it was fun. I scared a hell load of people in the process. I am not exactly pleased with the dance itself, but what more could be done in such a short time. I did managed to throw in a few of my favourite moves. Pas de chat, step, Grand pas de chat, step, pas de chat, fall. Ballet to Irish music. I would like to meet another dunderhead who could think of this. I am never going to show Ms. Yeu this video.

Cast and crew

Oh, and I got full marks!!! Yay!! But so did everyone else. Oh well, it was sorta a group effort anyway. I have to thank God for giving me the strength to last throughout the entire play. I swear I was getting lightheaded during the freeze. And I shall never look at James' face ever again. I froze at the wrong moment which meant that I had to stare at him for the next 8 minutes or so without moving an inch of muscle. Very smart Deborah..very smart indeed. Oh well..it's all over now.
I miss it though. Especially the screaming. Oh well, we'll see what the next play brings forth..

Never watch a Nutcracker Ballet in September!!

2008-09-24T14:58:00.000+08:00

Two weeks ago, I went to watch the Nutcracker Ballet by Dance Space with Ms Belinda and Tania at KLPAC. The idea of attending a Christmas Ballet in early September was not exactly elating but I was thrilled nonetheless as it would be the first live ballet that I am attending that would be performed by a somewhat professional troupe...or so I thought...
The Nutcracker is a ballet that all ballet lovers have seen a gazillion times yet never get sick of. The Tchaikovsky music for this ballet is one of the most enchanting ever in the classical ballet world, from the exuberant party scene, to the climbing notes of the growing Christmas tree, to the twittering waltz of the snowflakes, to the melodious waltz of the flowers, ending with the sweetest grand pas de duex of the sugar plum fairy and her cavalier. I should have suspected that this production of Nutcracker would not take on the traditional form when the brilliant composer's name failed to be mention on the poster or anywhere on the leaflets. Only parts of Tchaikovsky original music was used and the rest was some kind of mismatch random music. I don't mind unfamiliar music but sometimes, it best to stick with the original.
This Nutcracker by choreographer Steve Goh takes on a slightly alternative story line, with the main girl named Claire instead of the conventional Clara or Masha(as the Russians would call her). Claire receives a toy nutcracker from a magician, her sister gets jealous and breaks it, the magician fixes it, and the nutcracker came to life at night to fight the army of mice. He then take her to the land of sweets where they meet the sugar plum fairy. She summons up a celebration for the victorious Nutcracker and an array of dances are carried out. In the end, the nutcracker prince marries Claire and they live happily ever after. Nothing is wrong with this storyline at all as I have seen a more bizarre Nutcracker before but the problem lies with connecting each scenes. I felt that the production was very disjointed and lack a certain story-telling substance that all Nutcracker should have. I know it is a school production and I shouldn't expect much but I am paying RM150 to watch at least a decent Nutcracker. Come on, my ballet teacher in Seremban thought that Sleeping Beauty was part of it. This just shows how badly the ballet was communicated to the audience.
A typical school ballet would always, and I mean always have small little girls, some as young as 4, swinging or flopping around to the music, and this production is no exception. It is understandable of course. Parents want their child to have some time on stage. Lines after lines of little girls in mice costumes and painted faces came scuffling out, nodding their heads about and running in again. They were cute but not particularly enjoyable for me to watch (I did not pay RM150 to watch kids run around). And this brings me to the Chinese dance section of the ballet which was absolutely a bore. The one in the real nutcracker is around 1 minute long; This one, which of course used some modern Chinese music to allow all its little girls a chance for the spot light, was too long to sustain any bit of attention that remains.
Moving on to the main characters. The girl who played Claire, I have to admit, is a very good technician. However, this is another case of good dancer, bad choreography. The choreography was a bit repetitive in certain scenes especially with the bluebird lifts (plus the prince was not even strong enough to bear her weight). The male lead was not as good as the female, actually nowhere near the standard line. Well, this is Malaysia and I understand that the stereotypical view imposed upon male dancers here so I salute the three male dancers in this production.
There was nothing special about the set design, though I like the lights around the rim of the stage which lights up during the Land of sweets. The costumes were not that spectacular but what can one expect when one resides in Malaysia. The last tutu worn by Claire was a bit too 'bling bling' for my liking. It was almost blinding when the lights hit the tutu as the prince did another bluebird lift.
I know I am being a bit too critical but Ballet is something that is deeply embedded in me that I could not, I mean won't let it go if something is not right. Hope for a Malaysian company? Not anytime soon.

Busy..busy ..busy

2008-09-22T23:03:00.000+08:00

I've been so busy lately. Endless things to do. I promise I will update soon.

Tutti

2008-06-22T17:38:00.000+08:00

I haven't been blogging for a long time again due to the severe shift-less disease that seem to be taking hold of me since the ending of all my exams-externals and internals. One more week to the end of term, so just a quick recap on my third term in KTJ.
I didn't do much this term at all though there had been some interesting events that went on. The fact that I manage to miss all the compulsory games this term still amazes me. Anyway, term 3 was a rather tremulous term stuffed up with exams after exams. I've completed half of my AS with only Geography and GP remaining to be exam in November. I think or at least I hope I fared fairly well so I don't have to retake any papers. My internals went pretty well despite the fact that I didn't have enough time to study. Geog was a bit of a let-down cause I spent the whole night trying to cramp information into my head and did not study for Elit because of it. However, my ELit test went pretty well considering that I did was write anything (usually nonsense) that I could think of.
Prom was the highlight of the term. It was an enjoyable weekend, spending time with Tania and Cher Waye. Oh yes, Hilton was simply downright sumptuous. Never had I been in a room which takes account of every small detail, from the Crabtree and Evelyn products to batik bathrobes to the little containers that holds the teabags and sugar. Prom itself was fun as I spent most (perhaps all) of my time with Tania. For pictures, just go to CherWaye's blog as I am too lazy to upload those that are in my possession.
Next week is OBS...yikes....I haven't been to any camp since National Service and apparently I heard that OBS is way tougher than NS. Oh well, I would just have to bring out that 'don't-worry-you-won't-die' attitude that I have been holding up since the Wirajaya thingy in NS. Those who know me will know that I absolutely detest camping especially camps that involve long hikes and staying out in the open for a period of time. I simply hate the idea that there are no toilets around...oh well...Tze Chiang said the same course that we will be going through is for 13-15 year olds..I am surely better than any 13 year old right...
By the way, I might be moving to the Art Centre next term if all goes well to leave space for the August intake. I don't really mind where I stay though as I am not as involve in the house as others but the only person that is hampering me is Sylvia. I sorta feel bad leaving her alone with Christin plus I would miss all the free Korean food that I usually get. Anyway, she would be welcome to my place anytime.
I am looking forward for the end of term. I need a break after this hectic term that seems to overburden me with endless stuff to do.

The absurdity is finally over!!!

2008-05-02T14:04:00.000+08:00

L6 Drama Presents Ionesco's 'Rhinoceros'.

The best drama crew ktj has ever or will ever see

Rhinoceros is basically a play about the absurdity of life, in other words, the play is meant to be confusing and have no meaning whatsoever. The synopsis-everyone turns into Rhinoceros except for Berenger who decides to fight it...kinda reminds me of 'I am Legend' actually.
Well, since we were running out of time due to some unforeseen circumstances, our teacher decided that all our characters should be a stereotype. So, in the end, I played Daisy and the Housewife. Daisy is a complete airhead with nothing much going through her mind except her nails. Wasn't hard learning to play a bimbo..The trouble came with the neurotic housewife. Apparently I was too happy to play a neurotic so they changed the neurotic into dementia...I scared myself while watching the video of the performance...Anyway, I am so glad it's over now

THREE's the charm

2008-04-18T14:29:00.000+08:00

On Wednesday, I went to KLPac to see a physical theater piece entitled Three. It's actually based on Mitch Albom's book, Five People You Meet in Heaven (which I read the night before). So basically, it's about this girl who died then went to heaven and relived 3 significant moments of her life, guided by an angel who brings her around heaven.
As I walked into pentas 2, I was greeted by this huge mass of dry-ice, giving it the whole room a hazy, uncertain, somewhat lost feeling....It was kinda cool cause we weren't expecting something like that before the show started. I sat on the aisle seat of the second row which gave me a pretty good view of everything as this show is part of my written exam.
On the whole, it was a good play, not sensational or anything but I enjoyed it nonetheless. I do find certain parts of the play confusing cause it doesn't link up with the next bit. It's based on personal interpretations after all. My favourite performer from the play was probably the girl who played the Temptress. She brought out the evil & sexiness of the role really well plus she stared at me....
Well, I guess it's not as hard to write as the whole play has no conversation which saves me the time of trying to remember important bits of dialogue. Better get started on my 20 page-notes.

After a prolonged hiatus

2008-04-01T00:47:00.000+08:00

*sorry my dearest blog..I have forsaken you. I promise not to do it ever again* moving on...

Currently, I am at home for term break. My second term in KTJ was..to sum it all up in one word-gruelling. My sleeping time seemed to have diminish drastically over this term. Just a quick recap on what had happened.

1.Athletics
I took part in High Jump and got a gold for that. Jawahir totally conquered the entire event. We won for both juniors and seniors. For Juniors, we only won by a small margin..one or two points. But for seniors, we vanquished the other house, sweeping every single gold medal except for discuss. I can't believe it myself but we did it...

There wasn't really much of a competition for high jump. I only did 5 jumps and won the event. In fact, I killed all the rest with 120cm and it wasn't really that high either. But I can tell you, I was shaking like hell just before my jump. It was seriously nerve-wrecking, sitting on the grass, waiting for your name to be called, watching others taking their jump, praying that I could get over the next hurdle. Anyway, its all over now..and I won!!!! *victory dance*

2.Midsummer Night's Dream
Well, it went on pretty smoothly despite all the drama...It was held in the hall for the first two days because of the weather. I actually preferred the hall as it is air-conditioned and mosquito proof. Anyway, it was fun though a bit boring cause I had long intervals between each dances. All I had to do was learn 3 dances with the weirdest movements imaginable, stroke the donkey's ears and...Miss Sarah's favourite word...SMILE...

looking adoringly at the ass

At least I had Tania to accompany me throughout the whole process of this play. My costume was made by Miss Lek and she did a terrific job on it. However, I must admit that the wings were pretty annoying. The wings were stapled..yes..STAPLED onto my bra. The worst part about the whole ordeal was that my bra couldn't support the weight of the wings and started pulling upwards. You can imagine how I felt during those 3 nights...One more thing, Ms Nathalie literally glued my body and poured all the red glitters on and I was the brilliant one that suggested it to her after discovering we had no red body paint. The glue glitter looked amazing but believe me, its not worth the pain of having to peel it off after the show. Anyway, the whole thing went pretty well and everyone had a good time.

we are pretty SMILLING fairies

3. North Korean Art Exhibition
I don't know how she does it but Jessica managed to persuade me to go with her to an art exhibition by North Koreans. Honestly, I like looking at at pieces when I have loads of time but not during an exeat where I just want spend whole day long in some ginormous mall. Fortunately, the exhibition was pretty small but I've got to admit, I was pretty impress with the work that was exhibited. Jess got all excited that she gets to meet North Koreans. I just walked around and randomly took pictures of art work that I liked while Jess took pictures of every single art work there is. There seem to be a theme for the whole exhibition cause most of the art work are of animals especially tigers in the safari. I think some of the artists went on a trip to Africa because I don't think that there are any leopards or zebras in North Korea. Here are some of my favourite pieces:

A tiger enjoying the view

believe it or not..this picture is entirely made up of sand

reminds me of what Ms Carol calls, the sublime

And finally, my favourite piece-A tiger waiting to pounce on its prey, silently waiting for the right moment, eyes focussed, ears attentive to the surroundings, camouflaging among the grass..just waiting for the precise moment. Love it

I had a another good term. Now I just have to prepare myself for the upcoming exams. I can do it. It's not that hard...I hope....

Outings and Excursions!!

2008-02-08T00:50:00.000+08:00

I went out a lot in January, practically every chance I get. Chillies was our first stop during exeat due to Jessica's weird obsession for it. I went with Shaf, Brandon, Tania and Evan. The trip to KLCC was kinda interesting as Maxwell seemed to have ways to make our hearts skip a few beats..Anyway, we spent the whole day at KLCC then went up to Chillies for dinner. This time, we had Margarita Presidente as our 'special drink of the night'. As we all seem to have bad estimation for food, we ended up over ordering and jamming down the chocolate cake.

a tradition

Next was The Curve. I found this sandman at IKANO. He doesn't sprinkle sand into children's eyes but he does fill bottles with sand and create a pattern in them.

The next Sunday, I had a drama excursion to KLPac for open day. And boy, did I have a great time. KLPac was as alluring as the first time I saw it. All the props and costumes were displayed at pentas 2. It feels weird going into pentas 2 as the room looked so much bigger when I saw Psychosis.

Costumes for Cinderella

I went to the belly dancing workshop which was really fun. I pulled Tania and Anjali into joining it with me and we all had a good laugh as we tried to follow the instructor and ended up looking pretty much like three very ungraceful geese.

London bridge is falling down...

As we came down from the studio, we saw this Japanese Buto performance,Curse of the Forbidden Palace, which was pretty intriguing as the actors were dressed up like clowns. They walked around like expressionless dolls and posed for people to take picture of or with them. One gave me quite a scare when she refused to let go of me after grasping me around the neck...

Buto perfomance. He actually reminds me of Goofy..

Then we just strolled around the place looking at interesting things along the way. We went to the Koi Garden which was simply divine. With the beautiful landscape, nicely trim tress and the gentle gushing sound of water, who wouldn't feel at ease there..

and you could also see people wearing kimonos around..

Overall, the trip was fun. Here are a few random photos to sum everything up.

Foyer of pentas 1

Performace by Balletbase

Rehearsal for 'Three'

View from the ligthing room

Pentas 1

Summary of January

2008-02-06T21:38:00.000+08:00

Ok...So I haven't been writing much on my blog due to my hectic time schedule and the fact that I have as much energy as a sloth. Anyway, I will just sum up all the interesting bits of January.

January 2008 had been one heck of a busy month. Lets start with House Night. JAW finally managed to get the pool after one and a half years of waiting. The lower sixers were in-charge of everything and overall, I say we did a good job. The best part of the night was when me, Cher Waye, Tania and Anjali attempted to get a good photo of us jumping into the pool. And we managed to do so after a whooping 24 attempts.

Just splashing about in the pool

Picture perfect

Next up is Sixth Form entertains. I was suppose to do a ballet parody but it was cancelled at the last minute due to the passing away of Mr Quah. At least I did managed to have a good laugh at the guys during rehearsals.

Then came cross-country. As I said before, I hate running. Its not that I am not fast or anything, its that I really don't have the stamina for long distance running. Practices started the first day I went back to KTJ. As predicted, I usually ended up walking or trying to jog with Tania or Stephanie. The real thing was more strenuous than expected as it started at 5pm where else our training was usally at 6.

Grape and Orange Fruit Salad

I finished in time(yay!!) with a position that is not worth mentioning..However, I am still pleased that I managed to cross the finish line with some people still behind me.

and we still have some energy left to camwhore!!

Hand in hand we dragged each other back to the house

Another drama excursion, and this time to KLPac once again. Its KLPac open day and I had a wonderful time there. The performance were delightful and the place was as gorgeous as ever. I Think I will blog about it in a different post since I have so much so say about it.

I am still in basketball and volleyball for some unknown reason. I got the part of Mustardseed for the school play, A Midsummer Night's Dream, I have to choreograph something to Kate Bush 'Moving'(wwwhhhhyyyy!!), as well as be in the costume crew.

Man, I sure have dig myself into a grave...Oh well...

Inferno

2008-01-25T21:30:00.001+08:00

Everything feels wrong. I am constantly angry. Life in KTJ hasn't been easy lately.

1. Taking four subjects isn't the smartest choice. Math. I hate it. I really do. But being the pure Chinese that I am, I am obliged to take it. Geography. I am enjoying it. That's the weird part. English Literature. Love the lessons, hate the prep. Drama. The biggest risk I have taken so far.

2. Cross-country. I hate running. End of story.

3. I miss ballet. I miss it dreadfully. I miss being in the small air conditioned room, surrounded by mirrors, with the smell of rosin in the air. I miss stretching on that pathetic excuse for a barre. I miss tying my slipper ribbons and cursing like hell when I can't untie them. I miss the pain on my butt after an afternoon of class. I miss ballet...

4. The accumulating pile of unfinished preps. Miss Ng gives a staggering about of unnecessary work. Mr Suresh's essay are impossible. I am actually hoping for Geo prep, but she doesn't seem to give any.

5. Sixth Form entertains. I am kinda disappointed that my ballet thing got canceled, cause I spent a LOT of time going to Irinah practicing. Oh well...they have their reason...

Basically, life sucks at the moment. Never mind, Chinese New Year is a week away. At least I get to go back to that meager town that I love so much :)

Arrivederci 2007!!

2007-12-31T23:29:00.000+08:00

I've neglected my blog for some time now, in fact, almost a month. Since its almost the end of 2007 or already the end of 2008 depending on where you are at this particular moment, I think that now would be a great time to recollect all that had happen in this rather special year.

Lets start at the beginning of 2007, 1st of January 2007 to be exact. I was still in Italy, having a party in a not-so-close-to-Andrea friend's house. It wasn't a great party but its an eye opener to how Italians celebrate New Year considering that I had spent the last 17 New Years doing nothing but wait for the fireworks. For that one and a half month left in Italy, I continued with my weekend habits of going clubbing, travelling with AFS, flunking in school tests, and stuffing myself with as much pasta as possible. To sum it all up, my life in Italy was easy and blissful as all I need to worry about is not getting run over by a FIAT. To complete my stay, my host brought me to Venice. Ahh...Venice..Truthfully, it really isn't as nice as I thought it would be. All of the buildings are old and look as if it might crumble down any moment, plus the stench of the clogged up canals and the incredulous amount of tourist, I wasn't exactly excited to be walking along the streets of this floating city. However, it was still an enjoyable trip. Basillica San Marco was absolutely breathtaking. From the gold mosaic of the facade to the sacred feeling inside the church, it is just beyond words. Italy was fun, life was easy, but all that change once I got back to Malaysia.

Once I was back home, I had to fulfill my 'duty' to the country. Yes. I just happened to be one of the lucky 30% of 18-years-old to get selected for National Service. To all that says National Service was the best thing that happened in their life (believe me, there are people like that), well, I am glad that you enjoyed it and hope that you benefited from it more than I did. As for me, I despise the whole concept of it. Sorry for being blunt, but I absolutely hated the whole thing. I hate being told to do things that are unnecessary and non-beneficial in any way to me. Ask me if I am more patriotic, I could laugh this instant. Despite all the stupidity, I managed to survive the three grueling months and made a couple of friends along the way. From NS, I learnt that I am an expert on portraying a sick person till the extent of receiving an injection and really getting sick.

After NS, I had a month of freedom. Yes. A month of doing absolutely nothing but sleepovers at Gracie's or Glad's. It was during this month that I did some of the lamest, moronic, retarded things ever. From doing a music video of Spicegirls, 'Wannabe' to baking a cake that wouldn't solidify to dancing on the para-pare machine. I believed that IQ has seriously decrease a few notches during this period.

(as I type this, 2008 had just arrived)

As August approaches, I prepare myself for the ultimate challenge of the year. Boarding school. I didn't have the slightest clue on how boarding school life would be like. I actually assumed it to be like something out of an Enid Blyton story, strict rules, midnight feasts and so on. After my first term in KTJ, I have to say that I actually quite enjoy it. The rules isn't as strict compared to Metho's and my schedule is pretty packed. Well, if Bio, Chem and Maths is the death combo as Jade had written, then my combo could as well be called the doom combo. I seriously didn't expect myself to be taking such a combination. Math, I am a chinese, of course I have to do math, its tradition. English literature, all I can say is Andrea better be right that literature is useful. Drama, I guess NS had actually helped me discover my desire for it. Geography, a tribute to Mdm Choa. KTJ might come off as a jail to some but the highly adaptable me is still ok with it for now.

As for the one month holiday, I haven't exactly done anything productive. I think I manage to loose a bit of weight during all the practices for the showcase. The performance that day didn't go as well as I had hoped. My foot is still giving me problems and I am already on the verge of giving up entirely on taking the ballet exam. Oh well...blame it all on basketball. On another note, my solo went perfect, well not exactly perfect perfect, but just perfect for me. I really enjoyed being alone on stage, doing my own choreography. Finally, months of watching videos and planning had paid off. I love that feeling of having the power to perform on stage, to show off everything I had to offer, to mesmerize (well, hopefully) the crowd, to hear the applauding crowd at the end...ahhh...no wonder ballerinas love their job.

Moving on, I went to Sabah for Steven's wedding. I seriously can't believe so many of my many cousins are getting married. Anyway, I stayed with Tania in her ginormous house for two days before leaving for Hyatt. Best part about the whole trip was going into 'Shinanegans' with Nat, Dan and Lenny. This is the first pub I went in Malaysia since coming back from Italy. The pub was crazy!!! It was packed, the noise was deafening, people were scuttling up the bar to get their drink, all in all, it was Crazy with a capital C!! Lenny ordered me a Mai Tai which of course I don't know consist of what but drank it anyway cause it's sweet. There was this crazy German couple who could really move on the dance floor. I had a heck of a time.

My holidays are almost over and I still have an essay to complete. Looking back at 2007, its been a wild year. I had done things which I myself never expected myself to do, I went half way round the world, I went skiing, I went clubbing, I did lightings for a musical, I choreograph a dance, I pretended to be a guy. To sum it all up, I learnt a lot about myself and people around.

Arrivederci 2007 e Benvenuto 2008!!

A Promotion and a Funeral

2007-11-29T09:17:00.000+08:00

I just got the news yesterday that Maurice Bejart had passed away!!!

RIP

Modern Ballet has lost one of its most important choreographers....

This is shocking news to me as I didn't anticipate that he would be gone so soon. Just think of all the wonderful creations still inside his mind that had died together with him. He revolutionise the ballet world, modernizing his work yet still preserving the excellence of classical ballet. A great lost to the ballet world..

Moving on to some good news...There is a new Etoile in town.. PRESENTING:

Dorothee is now Etoile with Paris Opera. Truthfully, I didn't expect her to get promoted so fast, a few more years as Premiere Danseur would have been good to gain experience. Anyway, congratulation to Dorothee, now she joins the rank of legendary stars such as Guillem and Chauvire.

I love this picture of her.

The perfection of her body line, enhance by her high arches, head held high according to the height of her arabesque, strong yet soft at the same time...Just a perfect picture...

My 18th Birthday Bash

2007-11-08T20:45:00.000+08:00

For the first time in 18 years, I didn’t wake up to the sound of mum calling me down for breakfast on the 6th of November. Instead, I woke up dreadfully sleepy and having 10 minutes more to rush to class.

At 12.30 am that day, Suba threw a surprise birthday party for me at LR 8. Well, it would have been a surprise if Christin was a better liar. Anyhow, they got matron to buy a cake from Mantin earlier that day. A few upper 6ers and lower 6ers came to celebrate this ‘wonderful’ occasion. Well, to cut the story short, we had cake, chatted for a while before the u6ers have to leave to study for the econs paper the next day. In the end, there was only Tania, Cher Waye, Tian Huey and Miao Shan in the room and they stayed chatting till 2am. Well, that explains my weariness in the morning.

I was kinda zombie like when I reached math class. Once I got in, I took my seat and went straight back to sleep. I didn’t really remember much of what happened then. I just remembered that Pobee was sick and we got a bunch of work from Mr Venga but we were free to go. Oh yea, just want to thank Zhi Wei for being somewhat enthusiastic about my birthday….

Anyway, I went back to my room and slept until Christin woke me up to go to English lit class. Jessica got me a present, wrapped in Golden wrapping paper and asked me to open it in class. And guess what!!! It is a piggy bank….a most peculiar piggy bank I assure you…it goes ‘oink oink oink’ when you put coins in….The whole class was pretty amused with it. I asked Mr Suresh for a coin to test it…He gave me his perpetual dumbfounded look when I told him I wanted to test it. Too bad he didn’t have it so I tried stuffing a paper down to see if it worked…and it did!!! ‘oink oink oink’ and was followed by ‘ooo’s and ‘aahhh’s from the others. So the piggy was passed around for everyone to try and more ‘ooo’s and ‘aahhh’s followed.

Mr Suresh: ‘apparently, it isn’t hard to amuse lower 6ers’ (in his usual sarcastic tone) Then he did the most horrific, awful, horrendous, dreadful, appalling, despicable, wicked, vile, inexcusable thing ever!!! He took my piggy….and put it beside him…everyone sat silently staring at the piggy, before he decided that he better put the piggy on that chair instead. Well, the lesson went on as usual until the ‘crocodile’ incident…That was the funniest, lamest, hilarious, stupidest thing that has I have ever encountered in my 13 years of school life…and best of all, it all happened on my birthday.

For drama, we went up to Miss Belinda’s flat to watch the last act of ‘Top Girls’. The perfect way to end the day’s lesson. For dinner, Jessica brought her Balsamic vinegar and olive oil. Nesha started the birthday song… ‘Happy birthday to you….happy birthday to Debsicca…..’ I found that hilarious… We wanted to offer a bit of vinegar to Mr Suresh before realizing we better not in case we accidentally send him to the hospital again.

To sum it all up, it was an exciting day especially in Elit class. To all those who wished me a Happy Birthday: Thanks sooo much. Love y’all. Muaks!!!

ps: the croc incident is a secret between the elit students but I think word would get around somehow…

Non Voglio Tornare!!!

2007-10-20T21:22:00.000+08:00

Tommorow I would have to fly all the way to KL and take a taxi to a college in the middle of no where...It is the second time this year which I have used the above sentence...and this time, instead of not wanting to go home, I don't want to leave home. *deep sigh* How time passes.....Just seems like yesterday, I was freezing my butt off in front of the Alitalia, not wanting to get on...Oh well, life's like that!!!
I decided to drop accounting since it's taking a toll on my happiness and guess what, I will be taking up art...Why art? Well, I have absolutely no idea...I am desperate to drop accounting and am willing to take up anything else to make up for it. This is quite interesting cause my drawing skills is equivalent to a monkey's...Let's just say, I am brilliant at producing chaotic art!! Good luck to me!!

Anyway, I found this pretty interesting. A parody of Psalm 23.

A Student Psalm
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not flunk;
He keepeth me from lying down when I should be studying.
He leadeth me beside the water cooler for a study break;
He restores my faith in study guides.
He leads me to better study habits for my grades' sake,
Yea, tho' I walk thru the valley of borderline grades,
I will not have a nervous breakdown; for Thou art with me;
My prayers and my friends, they comfort me.
Thou givest me the answers in moments of blankness;
Thou anointest my head with understanding,
My test paper runneth over with questions I recognise.
Surely passing grades and flying colors
Shall follow me all the days of examinations,
And I shall not have to dwell in this university forever !
Amen !

A symbol of Beauty, Elegance and Grace

2007-10-08T16:11:00.000+08:00

I adore her. I am devoted to her. I idolize her.

Aurelie Dupont of Paris Opera Ballet. Etoile. What is so special about her? Repeatedly have I ask myself the same question over and over again, pondering upon thoughts after thoughts, hoping one of them would be a satisfying answer.

So what exactly has captivated me? She is not as eminent as certain dancers, only known by a few. She will never achieve fame like the Great Fonteyn or Plisetskaya.

She doesn’t have a pretty face like Semionova or Dvorovenko.

She doesn’t have potent jetes like Alexandrova.

She doesn’t have the flexibility or control like Guillem.

She doesn’t have legs and arches like Zakharova.

She doesn’t create strong emotions like Ferri.

Maybe it’s because she doesn’t have anything special and that’s what makes her special to me.

Maybe it's her normal 100 degree arabesque, not too high not to low.

Maybe it's her slight wobble during the Rose Adagio. Quite normal for most dancers.

Maybe it's the coldness of her French style. Her dancing doesn't give out a fuzzy warm feeling like British dancers.

Maybe it's just everything put together with exact precision. She is perfect the way I see her. Nothing extreme. Just perfect on the right note.

Yes, I absolutely adore her to bits. So basically, this is a small tribute to the awesomous dancer that I have ever seen, Aurelie Dupont.

Ignorance is bliss!!

2007-09-23T15:20:00.000+08:00

As days pass into weeks, a mind boggling thought emerges from the subconcious mind. Each day, I walk down the same old path, heading towards the sixth form, returning at certain hours of the day. I am worried, worried about what the future holds. Am I making the right choice? Well, I decided I did. But some people seem to think differently.

A certain somebody told me I had to be practical, more or less stating that a science kid is far more superior than an average artsy kid. Well, to not take that as an insult would be an insult itself to all the great ancient philosophers. I know the chinese mentality that most of us grew up in but to say that certain subjects are useless is being plain ignorant to the oncoming world. How so would you define useless? Taking Biology, Chemistry or Physics doesn't make you any smarter than someone taking History, Philosophy or Literature.

So should I be angry at a certain ignorant person? The answer is No. Instead, I should pity that kind of person, I feel sad that they do not understand how the world works. Only murdering their tiny brain cells with information without truly understanding it. A person starts off with nothing, but slowly builds up his or her understanding, so goes for the world. Theories wasn't just there, it was thought upon by geniuses beyond our generation.

Why do certain people think that only sciences are useful? Was it not that the ancient Greek philosphers that came out with most of what we learn in our modern text books? Or do they simply don't care but just digest information without much knowlegde involved?

It's sad when you see people like that. And it's even sadder when they just refuse to listen to other people's ideas. Only now, I truly understand the meaning of the title above. And I am glad that at least, I would give myself a chance to understand the real meaning of knowledge.

In the moment of despair

2007-09-16T11:41:00.000+08:00

Yes, I am facing hardship here. Yes, I am deeply troubled right now. And yes, I am almost in despair. First, I am worried, really really worried actually. I can't finish my prep. Not just I can't finish, I don't know how to finish my prep.
As days turn into weeks, the burden within grows with astonishing speed. The dilemas in my mind expand furiously, breaking into every bit, troubling me endlessly. Deadlines unmet, yet I sit here, half wondering what to do, other half refusing what I should do. Worries, I can't stop worrying yet I can't take the initiative to stop it. Despair creeps from behind, circling my thoughts, blanketing every piece of my soul..
But, there is always hope. There will always be someone to lend a helping hand, someone to trust. As time moves on, so do I. Bit by bit, hope pieces everything together. From all the essays I have to write to all the sports all I have to do. Yes, I can do it. Yes, nothing is gonna stop me. Yes, I know I can. Whatever doesn't kill me makes me stronger!! So to whoever is facing difficulties now, don't give up. You're not going to die, unless your problem is really really serious and involves death if not solved, but that's hardly the case. So I guess the point of this post is just to say, in every moment of despair, there always hope, and our human instint would basically not lead us continuosly in despair but try to turn it around.

Ps: If you are wondering what I am desparing about, well, I got 7 essays to complete right now plus some tests next week.

Welcome to Deb's personal blog

2007-09-11T11:05:00.002+08:00

Welcome my good people to my personal blog. I decided to make my own blog since I can't really post what's going on around me on losers and lamers unless what goes on around is really loseristic. Well, this is my comfort zone, where I can complain all I want, pour our all my incredible sometimes pathetic thoughts here. So, if you can't stand me nagging and complaining well, too bad then when you accidentally stumbled across my blog. So, that basically my kinda vague and lame intro. Ciao!!