I'm still packing, and it's almost 2am. This is what'll happen when you keep everything away till the last minute.
What should I bring? What should I not bring? Need it or need it not? I'm in a dilemma now, amongst these chaos. Someone please help me get this packing done! I want my beauty sleep... T.T
Gonna head off tomorrow morning to Bukit Jalil, where I'll start my uni life. It would be pretty exciting, if not for all that had happened and this packing-mess I'm in now... Would also appreciate it if that place is less isolated, if the rental could be lower, and if there is easier access to food & other necessities... Seriously, the price of accomodations at Vista is very unreasonable, weighing the unstrategic location and bad condition of the blocks. I gotta survive by a thread with only RM700+ per month.
Neways, no use complaining, just gotta make the best out of it. ^_^
And for now, goodbye home-cooked food, goodbye my Streamyx connection, goodbye Baby Yaw Yaw, goodbye my queen-size bed, goodbye guitar, goodbye my long fingernails and goodbye black nail polish... Adíos, adíos everything and everyone.
No worries, I'll be back. So wait for me! Till then...
Sigh, back to packing... *faints*
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Rest In Peace...
Results day today. I almost forgot about it, if not for all the shoutouts and conversations of my friends on facebook. Many were already waiting by the computer hours ago, anticipating... It reminded me much of the SPM day where all of us were at school early, loitering around the corridor, with feelings almost similar to this. And I really really hate these type of anticipation and suspense... Argh!!!
But I didn't get to check my results until much later.
I had a funeral to attend in the morning. OMG a funeral. For my uncle who passed away yesterday, due to cardiac arrest. No one expected this to happen, I mean, he wasn't old enough to die. It was shocking news to us. It was said that he was playing badminton with his friends, and when he sat down to rest, he just... died.
And just as funerals are, it was depressing, sad, and gloomy. My uncle's family weren't Christians, so they had a traditional Chinese funeral, with rituals, chants, and joss-sticks. We helped folding paper money for the dead. I watched my cousins performing rituals after rituals, with red-rimmed eyes, and tear-stained cheeks... it was heart-breaking, really. Hard as it is for all of us who lost a relative, it sure is double the pain to lose your own father.
They cloud of sorrow stayed on later at the cremation centre. It was the first time I'd ever been there, but I wish I never had to. There were rows of rooms equiped with furnaces, and there were tracks for the coffins to be rolled into the furnace... It was sorta, just like a factory. Everything was so... business-like. Made me wonder how lifeless could the dead be. *dunno if you get what I mean*
Neways, there was this one other family beside ours at the centre, performing the last ritual. And the one thing that caught my attention was that their coffin wasn't just like any other I'd ever seen. It was... small. Unmistakably a child's coffin. Such a devasting sight.
Why oh why?
Children were supposed to be running about; playing with toy cars, dolls and balls; putting off their homeworks for tomorrows which are sure to come; enjoying a dance class or two; talking about what they will be in future; waiting impatiently to grow up... And not lying cold and lifeless in tiny coffins.
No, no, no...
Rest in peace, uncle. Rest in peace, child. Let the families get over the grief of losing their loved ones, I pray. Bless my aunt and my cousins, guide them through this tough period of life. Father, grant us all from now on, more of joy and less of sorrow I pray. Have mercy. Amen.
But I didn't get to check my results until much later.
I had a funeral to attend in the morning. OMG a funeral. For my uncle who passed away yesterday, due to cardiac arrest. No one expected this to happen, I mean, he wasn't old enough to die. It was shocking news to us. It was said that he was playing badminton with his friends, and when he sat down to rest, he just... died.
And just as funerals are, it was depressing, sad, and gloomy. My uncle's family weren't Christians, so they had a traditional Chinese funeral, with rituals, chants, and joss-sticks. We helped folding paper money for the dead. I watched my cousins performing rituals after rituals, with red-rimmed eyes, and tear-stained cheeks... it was heart-breaking, really. Hard as it is for all of us who lost a relative, it sure is double the pain to lose your own father.
They cloud of sorrow stayed on later at the cremation centre. It was the first time I'd ever been there, but I wish I never had to. There were rows of rooms equiped with furnaces, and there were tracks for the coffins to be rolled into the furnace... It was sorta, just like a factory. Everything was so... business-like. Made me wonder how lifeless could the dead be. *dunno if you get what I mean*
Neways, there was this one other family beside ours at the centre, performing the last ritual. And the one thing that caught my attention was that their coffin wasn't just like any other I'd ever seen. It was... small. Unmistakably a child's coffin. Such a devasting sight.
Why oh why?
Children were supposed to be running about; playing with toy cars, dolls and balls; putting off their homeworks for tomorrows which are sure to come; enjoying a dance class or two; talking about what they will be in future; waiting impatiently to grow up... And not lying cold and lifeless in tiny coffins.
No, no, no...
Rest in peace, uncle. Rest in peace, child. Let the families get over the grief of losing their loved ones, I pray. Bless my aunt and my cousins, guide them through this tough period of life. Father, grant us all from now on, more of joy and less of sorrow I pray. Have mercy. Amen.
And dear Father, thanks for my results.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Szomorú Vasárnap
So I had promised to talk about Gloomy Sunday yesterday... which for whatever reason it was, I didn't want to talk about since yesterday was a Sunday. *ignore this idk what I'm crapping*
Well, for a start, it's positively one of my all-time-favourite song. I've never heard any other song like this. Yes, it's extremely beautiful, even when it's painful. Can't even say it's sad, it's something way beyond boundaries that word could ever reach.
Oh, the lyrics...!
No wonder it was dubbed the Hungarian suicide song in the US. It was said to have inspired hundreds of suicide cases, even including the song composer himself, Rezső Seress. To the extend that the song had to be banned in some places... Sort of meta-legend. *idk, believe it or not*
According to Wiki, the song was composed based on a Hungarian poem "Szomorú Vasárnap", in which the singer mourns the untimely death of a lover and contemplates suicide. And here is the beautifully depressing song lyrics.
Sunday is gloomy,
My hours are slumberless,
Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not when the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy is Sunday
with shadows I spend it all,
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are said I know,
But let them not weep,
Let them know that I'm glad to go...
Death is no dream,
For in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
Dreaming,
I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you
Asleep in the deep of my heart
Dear,
Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
*author is not in any way responsible for any suicide or depression caused by the contents of this post...*
Happy appreciating the beauty of this song, everyone. ^_^
Well, for a start, it's positively one of my all-time-favourite song. I've never heard any other song like this. Yes, it's extremely beautiful, even when it's painful. Can't even say it's sad, it's something way beyond boundaries that word could ever reach.
Oh, the lyrics...!
No wonder it was dubbed the Hungarian suicide song in the US. It was said to have inspired hundreds of suicide cases, even including the song composer himself, Rezső Seress. To the extend that the song had to be banned in some places... Sort of meta-legend. *idk, believe it or not*
According to Wiki, the song was composed based on a Hungarian poem "Szomorú Vasárnap", in which the singer mourns the untimely death of a lover and contemplates suicide.
This is the literal English translation of the poem...
Gloomy Sunday with a hundred white flowers
I was waiting for you my dearest with a prayer
A Sunday morning, chasing after my dreams
The carriage of my sorrow returned to me without you
It is since then that my Sundays have been forever sad
Tears my only drink, the sorrow my bread...
Gloomy Sunday
Sunday is gloomy,
My hours are slumberless,
Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not when the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy is Sunday
with shadows I spend it all,
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are said I know,
But let them not weep,
Let them know that I'm glad to go...
Death is no dream,
For in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
Dreaming,
I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you
Asleep in the deep of my heart
Dear,
Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
*author is not in any way responsible for any suicide or depression caused by the contents of this post...*
Happy appreciating the beauty of this song, everyone. ^_^
Sunday, August 16, 2009
So I'm Already Gone
Reviews again! So here's for Week 7...
x Have fun. Yeah, loads of great fun with everyone. (Yeah. Buckets and buckets of fun. Had them all kept asking for me even before I got there; had nice chats; laughed at jokes; had a last admirational look at the pretty dance shoes in The Shoes Book, as we all call it; Zili finally came back & danced the Rumba routines with me for the last time; had some tiring Jive; did double spins in the warm-ups; Edwin belanja sweets; Sifu fetched me home... )
One thing to note, I even got the keys from Sifu and went up to the dark-dusty-abandoned 3rd floor(attic) of the building just for a fun adventure, alone. I'm really sorry I spent too long up there till I made everyone worried and sent Zili and Joey up to check on me x.x
It was real cool there. Almost exactly like those abandoned flat units we saw in horror movies, minus the ghost. There were even rooms with spider webs all over the door handles, mouldy balcony, water-marks on the ceiling, a table and chairs covered with dust, loads of old stuff piled up in a corner, and a white board with these words scribbled on it...
Lolololol... you'd thought it was something like HELP ME or I WILL KILL YOU rite? Nah, don't let your imaginations run too wild. ^_^ But I really love the verse --- YOU CAN WALK, YOU CAN DANCE!!! *there's even a chinese version below there...*
I wonder if it was another of Sifu's theory. But it's pretty inspiring! I wonder why is that whiteboard stacked away in the dark dusty attic, cuz if it was to be hung outside the studio door, guess it will give many people the courage and confidence to take up dancing!!!
Maybe it was purposely hidden so far away and only people who are adventurous enough to go up the dark and heavily-blocked staircase will find it. As usually lessons of life can't be learnt the easy way mar... *this hypothesis of mine isn't really possible*
Anyway, another lesson learnt from the trip to the attic!!! ^_^
x Give my best for everything, routines or warm-ups. (Sure I did! Routines still weren't perfect, still lotta stumble and flaws. Still sorry Zili for being a lousy partner... But no regrets, for I'd already tried my best. Just that I need to be better. I'll work on it, even when I'm gone. Promise.)
x Give that song lyrics for little Xiu Xin as I'd already promised. (I'm not one who breaks promises easily.)
x Accept Sifu's car-ride back home. This might be the last time I'll ever be on her cute-cutely decorated car... *awww... emo emo!!!* (Thanks for the car-ride again, Sifu! And all the car-rides in the past. I still remember all the laughs and chats we had in the car-rides home since last time. The things that you told me, life lessons you taught me, questions that you asked me, advices that you gave me... For everything, thank you again, so much. You're awesome! And just as I'd always told you, once my Sifu, forever my Sifu!!! I'll miss you so.)
x Say goodbye and hope to meet you again someday to everyone. (T.T)
******* ******* *******
Carino's right, it's always hard to say goodbye. One more week before I'm leaving Ipoh and this life that I had for the past 2 months. For a new phase of life, still pretty much unknown, ahead.
There got to be changes in life. Not that I dislike them, but sometimes, there's just part of me that doesn't want anything to change, because I'm happy with life as it is now. I love life as it is now.
I want you to know
That it doesn't matter
Where we take this road
Someone's gotta go
This time, I'm the one.
Just a word I wanna change here:
There IS moving on
So i'm already gone
I'm moving on. But not forgetting, these memories.
I'll be back. Wait for me.
Picture credits to Ok4mi
Btw, thanks Kelly.
x Have fun. Yeah, loads of great fun with everyone. (Yeah. Buckets and buckets of fun. Had them all kept asking for me even before I got there; had nice chats; laughed at jokes; had a last admirational look at the pretty dance shoes in The Shoes Book, as we all call it; Zili finally came back & danced the Rumba routines with me for the last time; had some tiring Jive; did double spins in the warm-ups; Edwin belanja sweets; Sifu fetched me home... )
One thing to note, I even got the keys from Sifu and went up to the dark-dusty-abandoned 3rd floor(attic) of the building just for a fun adventure, alone. I'm really sorry I spent too long up there till I made everyone worried and sent Zili and Joey up to check on me x.x
It was real cool there. Almost exactly like those abandoned flat units we saw in horror movies, minus the ghost. There were even rooms with spider webs all over the door handles, mouldy balcony, water-marks on the ceiling, a table and chairs covered with dust, loads of old stuff piled up in a corner, and a white board with these words scribbled on it...
Lolololol... you'd thought it was something like HELP ME or I WILL KILL YOU rite? Nah, don't let your imaginations run too wild. ^_^ But I really love the verse --- YOU CAN WALK, YOU CAN DANCE!!! *there's even a chinese version below there...*
I wonder if it was another of Sifu's theory. But it's pretty inspiring! I wonder why is that whiteboard stacked away in the dark dusty attic, cuz if it was to be hung outside the studio door, guess it will give many people the courage and confidence to take up dancing!!!
Maybe it was purposely hidden so far away and only people who are adventurous enough to go up the dark and heavily-blocked staircase will find it. As usually lessons of life can't be learnt the easy way mar... *this hypothesis of mine isn't really possible*
Anyway, another lesson learnt from the trip to the attic!!! ^_^
x Give my best for everything, routines or warm-ups. (Sure I did! Routines still weren't perfect, still lotta stumble and flaws. Still sorry Zili for being a lousy partner... But no regrets, for I'd already tried my best. Just that I need to be better. I'll work on it, even when I'm gone. Promise.)
x Give that song lyrics for little Xiu Xin as I'd already promised. (I'm not one who breaks promises easily.)
x Accept Sifu's car-ride back home. This might be the last time I'll ever be on her cute-cutely decorated car... *awww... emo emo!!!* (Thanks for the car-ride again, Sifu! And all the car-rides in the past. I still remember all the laughs and chats we had in the car-rides home since last time. The things that you told me, life lessons you taught me, questions that you asked me, advices that you gave me... For everything, thank you again, so much. You're awesome! And just as I'd always told you, once my Sifu, forever my Sifu!!! I'll miss you so.)
x Say goodbye and hope to meet you again someday to everyone. (T.T)
******* ******* *******
Carino's right, it's always hard to say goodbye. One more week before I'm leaving Ipoh and this life that I had for the past 2 months. For a new phase of life, still pretty much unknown, ahead.
Remember all the things we wanted
Now all our memories, they're haunted
We were always meant to say goodbye
There got to be changes in life. Not that I dislike them, but sometimes, there's just part of me that doesn't want anything to change, because I'm happy with life as it is now. I love life as it is now.
You know that i love you so
I love you enough to let you go
I want you to know
That it doesn't matter
Where we take this road
Someone's gotta go
This time, I'm the one.
Just a word I wanna change here:
There IS moving on
So i'm already gone
I'm moving on. But not forgetting, these memories.
I'll be back. Wait for me.
Picture credits to Ok4miBtw, thanks Kelly.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Week 7 - Gloomy is Sunday
16th of August (Sunday) ----- 2.35 a.m.
And again, another week goes by. Trying to stall time is almost as grasping threads of wind with my bare hands. Not that I didn't like the prospect of going to uni soon, but still, there is this lazy part of Jiyi who wishes her holiday (and dance classes with Sifu) could last on till forever. *lol... I'm hopeless*
Tomorrow's gonna be my last dance class. Expectations? There sure are many but I can't really think of them now with this tired mind of mine... Guess I'll leave that for later? *typical my-style-procrastinating* Just one thing, I wish I'll have a great time. Sure do!
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There's still stuff I wanna blog about but... I'm so tired I can't really think straight now...
So... nighty nitez!
*******
16th of August (Sunday) ----- 12.15 pm
So I had only just woke up about an hour ago... *yawnn*
Sleeping late = waking up late... Seriously, I gotta get my life back on track.
But now, checklist for Week 7!
_ Have fun. Yeah, loads of great fun with everyone.
_ Give my best for everything, routines or warm-ups.
_ Give that song lyrics for little Xiu Xin as I'd already promised.
_ Accept Sifu's car-ride back home. This might be the last time I'll ever be on her cute-cutely decorated car... *awww... emo emo!!!*
_ Say goodbye and hope to meet you again someday to everyone.
Notice that I didn't really put as much stress on myself about routines and all as the past weeks? Well I guess, for once, dancing seems not so important as spending some precious moments with people that I'll miss when I leave...
I'll miss I'll miss I'll miss...
*******
For Sundays like these, it doesn't help when Gloomy Sunday is playing over and over again on my playlist. T.T
OMG, it's like the most beautifully painfully sad song I'd ever heard. Seriously, it sends chills down my spine... brrr...
Why? You'll know, but I'm gonna leave this for later too. I'm hungry now. Time for lunch!!! lolololol....
P/S: Happy 16th, Carino!!!
Monday, August 10, 2009
Week 6 - Failed...!
One routine done. Only one more lesson to go. Seriously, I really don't feel like saying goodbye just yet. Actually, I never will.
Sentiments aside, I think I failed Week 6. Sobzzz sobzzzzz.....T.T
Let me review my checklist, and you'll know why.
x Get my heel protectors! (Yup, got a pair of P-2s!)
_ Work on my confidence. (You'll know why I failed this after you read on.)
_ Work on those feet. Especially balancing. (Gone are the balance...!!! Extra long spinning warm-ups made our heads spin like hell, poor YiWen had to hold on to the barre, another gal crossed my track & almost crashed into me, and I almost crashed into the mirrors...)
_ Work on postures and lines. Arm extensions, in particular. (I tell you, my lines were HORRIBLE!!! Those feet, I can't seems to ever get them right... *sobs*)
_ And again, don't look at feet! KEEP HEAD UP!!! (Unavoidable as I need to check on my feet which are often out of position... *sobbing even louder*)
_ Get a hang of the routines faster. At least same pace with the seniors. (The fact that I didn't cross this out is pretty much self-explanatory. *nearing breakdown* )
_ Don't get teased or scolded by Sifu. (Like I will never get bashings after all the mistakes and failures above?!! Fat chances! I wasn't the only one but still, that thought never helped one bit. Sorry I dissapointed you, Sifu.)
Yup, THAT CRAP was Week 6.
And yup, you've seen right, I had only 1 out of 7 crossed x out in my entire checklist.
And that one single thing was like, get heel protectors? How hard could that be?
*******
And very unlucky for us, there was a minor incident. The studio's power fuse was burnt midway through our lesson. When we were doing our centre point warm-ups to some music, suddenly the music went off and the whole place went black. T.T
So for the rest of the lesson, we had to dance in the "dark", without music too. It should be kinda romantic, if not for the heat that M'sia The Tropical Country is well known for. Man, we were perspiring mad thru the routines.
But still, that was no excuse for my failure. I should've worked harder. One thing, I didn't give in my fullest effort for that day, which is what I should be blamed for. I'm sorry, really sorry. Promise it won't happen again next time.
*******
When I went to get my heel protectors from Sifu, she sat on the floor helping me fit them in, when another gal asked her if she can have a pair too. Sifu said no, you hadn't had much acheivements yet. The gal was perplexed, why not? And I too was quizzical. So I asked her, huh?!! Then, do I? And she answered, well, a little!
I didn't know if she was joking or not. I couldn't see her face. Seriously I had always thought I was the worst in the entire class, since the rest of the students have at least more than one year of experience. Does Sifu really think that I had improved a little? I thought I was always a dissapointment. You may think, what's the big deal about such a mere comment? But you wouldn't know, how much it meant to me. You see, very rarely Sifu ever gives decent comments about everyone, and when she does, you sure should be real happy. Now you get me?
Neways, I know for sure that I'm still not up to standard yet. And looking from the way Week 6 went, I know that I'm not even close. Sifu used to advise me never to give what I'd learnt all back to her when I leave, and I'll hang on to that advise. I remember there was this other senior who told me the same thing, once you stop, you have to keep all da techniques persistent with you.. if not, you're gonna loose them someday!
*No worries, Jiyi will keep that in mind.*
Week 7 will be my last week there. I pray that it'll be much better. If not, I really won't be able to forgive myself.
Note to self: Have to work on the Rumba Roll that took me so long to figure out..*dummy me*
But for now, can I have some California Sushi Roll and Ebiko please??? Awww... I'm craving for you... scrumptilicious!!!!
Sentiments aside, I think I failed Week 6. Sobzzz sobzzzzz.....T.T
Let me review my checklist, and you'll know why.
x Get my heel protectors! (Yup, got a pair of P-2s!)
_ Work on my confidence. (You'll know why I failed this after you read on.)
_ Work on those feet. Especially balancing. (Gone are the balance...!!! Extra long spinning warm-ups made our heads spin like hell, poor YiWen had to hold on to the barre, another gal crossed my track & almost crashed into me, and I almost crashed into the mirrors...)
_ Work on postures and lines. Arm extensions, in particular. (I tell you, my lines were HORRIBLE!!! Those feet, I can't seems to ever get them right... *sobs*)
_ And again, don't look at feet! KEEP HEAD UP!!! (Unavoidable as I need to check on my feet which are often out of position... *sobbing even louder*)
_ Get a hang of the routines faster. At least same pace with the seniors. (The fact that I didn't cross this out is pretty much self-explanatory. *nearing breakdown* )
_ Don't get teased or scolded by Sifu. (Like I will never get bashings after all the mistakes and failures above?!! Fat chances! I wasn't the only one but still, that thought never helped one bit. Sorry I dissapointed you, Sifu.)
Yup, THAT CRAP was Week 6.
And yup, you've seen right, I had only 1 out of 7 crossed x out in my entire checklist.
And that one single thing was like, get heel protectors? How hard could that be?
*******
And very unlucky for us, there was a minor incident. The studio's power fuse was burnt midway through our lesson. When we were doing our centre point warm-ups to some music, suddenly the music went off and the whole place went black. T.T
So for the rest of the lesson, we had to dance in the "dark", without music too. It should be kinda romantic, if not for the heat that M'sia The Tropical Country is well known for. Man, we were perspiring mad thru the routines.
But still, that was no excuse for my failure. I should've worked harder. One thing, I didn't give in my fullest effort for that day, which is what I should be blamed for. I'm sorry, really sorry. Promise it won't happen again next time.
*******
When I went to get my heel protectors from Sifu, she sat on the floor helping me fit them in, when another gal asked her if she can have a pair too. Sifu said no, you hadn't had much acheivements yet. The gal was perplexed, why not? And I too was quizzical. So I asked her, huh?!! Then, do I? And she answered, well, a little!
I didn't know if she was joking or not. I couldn't see her face. Seriously I had always thought I was the worst in the entire class, since the rest of the students have at least more than one year of experience. Does Sifu really think that I had improved a little? I thought I was always a dissapointment. You may think, what's the big deal about such a mere comment? But you wouldn't know, how much it meant to me. You see, very rarely Sifu ever gives decent comments about everyone, and when she does, you sure should be real happy. Now you get me?
Neways, I know for sure that I'm still not up to standard yet. And looking from the way Week 6 went, I know that I'm not even close. Sifu used to advise me never to give what I'd learnt all back to her when I leave, and I'll hang on to that advise. I remember there was this other senior who told me the same thing, once you stop, you have to keep all da techniques persistent with you.. if not, you're gonna loose them someday!
*No worries, Jiyi will keep that in mind.*
Week 7 will be my last week there. I pray that it'll be much better. If not, I really won't be able to forgive myself.
Note to self: Have to work on the Rumba Roll that took me so long to figure out..*dummy me*
But for now, can I have some California Sushi Roll and Ebiko please??? Awww... I'm craving for you... scrumptilicious!!!!
Sunday, August 9, 2009
August Rush
Zoom! And hereby announcing the arrival of the 2nd week of August! Awww mann, why do time wanna past so fast huh? Tomorrow, well, today actually, will be my 2nd last lesson with Sifu. God knows when I can be back again. Awww...Nostalgic!
I'm so gonna miss them all.
The lessons which are a drill but enjoyable all the same, the studio which is almost comfy like home, the talkative students who are normally quite hyperactive but great dancers, the pretty-gentle-loving Sifu whose wit and quirk can never be challenged, her friendly husband who smiles all the time, equally friendly and cute Ah Nee Aunty who's most fun to be around with, the parquette floor which often have pieces of wood coming off and glued back on, the long tall mirrors which is often 'stained' by kid's fingerprints, the solid steel barre which acts as our trusted 'partner' when there aren't enough boys, the comfy coach with all those huggable little cushions...
Just so many things I won't forget there.
Why oh why shall I have to leave? But that's the way the story goes. Just as the many times I used to leave and ask this same question over and over again... However unlike those last times, this time, I'm not quite sure when I'll be back. You know the holidays in IMU... ain't really sufficient actually.
Guess I'll just have to keep my fingers crossed and hope it won't be that long a wait.
In the meantime... checklist for week 6!
_ Get my heel protectors!
_ Work on my confidence.
_ Work on those feet. Especially balancing.
_ Work on postures and lines. Arm extensions, in particular.
_ And again, don't look at feet! KEEP HEAD UP!!!
_ Get a hang of the routines faster. At least same pace with the seniors.
_ Don't get teased or scolded by Sifu.
Any hopes of getting them all crossed off ASAP?
Anyway, I still remember the theory---hush hush, don't rush!!!
So I'll just give in my best, and we'll see... ^_^
I'm so gonna miss them all.
The lessons which are a drill but enjoyable all the same, the studio which is almost comfy like home, the talkative students who are normally quite hyperactive but great dancers, the pretty-gentle-loving Sifu whose wit and quirk can never be challenged, her friendly husband who smiles all the time, equally friendly and cute Ah Nee Aunty who's most fun to be around with, the parquette floor which often have pieces of wood coming off and glued back on, the long tall mirrors which is often 'stained' by kid's fingerprints, the solid steel barre which acts as our trusted 'partner' when there aren't enough boys, the comfy coach with all those huggable little cushions...
Just so many things I won't forget there.
Why oh why shall I have to leave? But that's the way the story goes. Just as the many times I used to leave and ask this same question over and over again... However unlike those last times, this time, I'm not quite sure when I'll be back. You know the holidays in IMU... ain't really sufficient actually.
Guess I'll just have to keep my fingers crossed and hope it won't be that long a wait.
In the meantime... checklist for week 6!
_ Get my heel protectors!
_ Work on my confidence.
_ Work on those feet. Especially balancing.
_ Work on postures and lines. Arm extensions, in particular.
_ And again, don't look at feet! KEEP HEAD UP!!!
_ Get a hang of the routines faster. At least same pace with the seniors.
_ Don't get teased or scolded by Sifu.
Any hopes of getting them all crossed off ASAP?
Anyway, I still remember the theory---hush hush, don't rush!!!
So I'll just give in my best, and we'll see... ^_^
Monday, August 3, 2009
I wonder... and I've learnt
Even as a child I had been curious.
I used to wonder why the leaves are green, why the sky is blue.
Why the children can be so happy, why the adults can be so moody.
Why the kind old man next door always had a lot of visitors in his house, why the grumpy aunty down the street was always lonely.
And as I grow older, sometimes I wonder how this world came to be.
I wonder how God works, and how Satan works in this world.
I wonder how mankind on this earth, could be so different from each other.
And today. I'll talk about people. Yes, those class-A mammals/homo sapiens/complex beings with even complex mind/sinners... whatever you call them.
Throughout my 19 years of life, I've seen people. Lots and lots of people. Different people. And there are people I forgot, people I treasure, people who are worthy and unworthy. It might come out harsh, but still, UNWORTHY... what else could subtly describe that precisely? Perdón for my lack of vocabulary.
*******
I wonder how some people demand for respect when they themselves are not respecting others at all. Que ironia ven? Sadly funny, in a way. I always believe that respectable people will gain respect automatically. They don't even need to DEMAND for it if they proved themselves worthy.
The act itself is sometimes, as evil blow itself up in a pale parody of the human being, which only made us giggle like children at their foolish pomposity.
Why so?
Imprudente.
*******
I used to be sympathetic for outcasts, but I guess I gotta re-evaluate my notion. I'd came to see that there must be a reason to that. And very often, reasons that speak for themselves. Like there's this little mirror reflecting everyone's heart, if you take the time to read them, it's all pretty much self-explanatory.
~~~
Now I know why Sifu is so pretty. Her beauty comes from within. Reflected on that little mirror, I think. Brings radiance to her face.
And one thing, she never brags much.
Unlike some.
*******
When I was young, there was this counting song that every kindergarten kid knew by heart, "Ten Green Bottles"...
"So many!!!" my little cousin will say. Yeah, diez!!! It's all of your fingers together, kiddo!
That was then, you could when you're five years old.
But then again, now I'd seen some people who just never learnt to grow up. Lástima en ellos.
Dissapointing.
*******
Schadenfreude. Yes, haven't you met one before?
*******
Lesson learnt---Never to believe in anyone, except those who LOVE you. Not like, not close, not anything. Just love. Love that takes no account of sacrifices. Takes no account of anything.
And to be frank, there just ain't many out there.
One thing I'd say, life's lessons aren't normally enjoyable to learn. Unlike dance lessons. ^_^
*******
It's Monday again.
Yesterday's lesson was a drill. Yup, Sifu's back. No more chit-chatting or lazing around the barre. But I'm happy that Sifu's finally back.
Dumped our routine yesterday. Instead, we had warm-ups, that's what Sifu call them. I guess it's some new techniques she learnt from her 2-week China trip. Wow, and sure enough, some drilling it was!!! Techniques for cucuracha/hip movements, directions, centre point, Rhumba walk and all those spinning and twisting... continuous 10 minutes for each training. It was alright for the others, but imagine spinning for 10 minutes! We were stopping, bumping into each other and crossing tracks at 8 minutes. Were seeing stars and slumped to the floor at the end of the song.
So much for improving over the 2 weeks. Sifu was devasted. So it's the same dose of teasing, fired at almost everyone. Lolx.. at least, I wasn't the only one.
And we had a great time. Had great chats. Dance is a blessing. You are a blessing.
I think that for every bad that we had in our lives, we'll have good too.
God looks after His children. God gives us what is best for us.
God is fair. God is good. Amen!
And again, I've learnt.
I used to wonder why the leaves are green, why the sky is blue.
Why the children can be so happy, why the adults can be so moody.
Why the kind old man next door always had a lot of visitors in his house, why the grumpy aunty down the street was always lonely.
And as I grow older, sometimes I wonder how this world came to be.
I wonder how God works, and how Satan works in this world.
I wonder how mankind on this earth, could be so different from each other.
And today. I'll talk about people. Yes, those class-A mammals/homo sapiens/complex beings with even complex mind/sinners... whatever you call them.
Throughout my 19 years of life, I've seen people. Lots and lots of people. Different people. And there are people I forgot, people I treasure, people who are worthy and unworthy. It might come out harsh, but still, UNWORTHY... what else could subtly describe that precisely? Perdón for my lack of vocabulary.
*******
I wonder how some people demand for respect when they themselves are not respecting others at all. Que ironia ven? Sadly funny, in a way. I always believe that respectable people will gain respect automatically. They don't even need to DEMAND for it if they proved themselves worthy.
The act itself is sometimes, as evil blow itself up in a pale parody of the human being, which only made us giggle like children at their foolish pomposity.
Why so?
Imprudente.
*******
I used to be sympathetic for outcasts, but I guess I gotta re-evaluate my notion. I'd came to see that there must be a reason to that. And very often, reasons that speak for themselves. Like there's this little mirror reflecting everyone's heart, if you take the time to read them, it's all pretty much self-explanatory.
~~~
Now I know why Sifu is so pretty. Her beauty comes from within. Reflected on that little mirror, I think. Brings radiance to her face.
And one thing, she never brags much.
Unlike some.
*******
When I was young, there was this counting song that every kindergarten kid knew by heart, "Ten Green Bottles"...
"So many!!!" my little cousin will say. Yeah, diez!!! It's all of your fingers together, kiddo!
That was then, you could when you're five years old.
But then again, now I'd seen some people who just never learnt to grow up. Lástima en ellos.
Dissapointing.
*******
Schadenfreude. Yes, haven't you met one before?
*******
Lesson learnt---Never to believe in anyone, except those who LOVE you. Not like, not close, not anything. Just love. Love that takes no account of sacrifices. Takes no account of anything.
And to be frank, there just ain't many out there.
One thing I'd say, life's lessons aren't normally enjoyable to learn. Unlike dance lessons. ^_^
*******
It's Monday again.
Yesterday's lesson was a drill. Yup, Sifu's back. No more chit-chatting or lazing around the barre. But I'm happy that Sifu's finally back.
Dumped our routine yesterday. Instead, we had warm-ups, that's what Sifu call them. I guess it's some new techniques she learnt from her 2-week China trip. Wow, and sure enough, some drilling it was!!! Techniques for cucuracha/hip movements, directions, centre point, Rhumba walk and all those spinning and twisting... continuous 10 minutes for each training. It was alright for the others, but imagine spinning for 10 minutes! We were stopping, bumping into each other and crossing tracks at 8 minutes. Were seeing stars and slumped to the floor at the end of the song.
So much for improving over the 2 weeks. Sifu was devasted. So it's the same dose of teasing, fired at almost everyone. Lolx.. at least, I wasn't the only one.
And we had a great time. Had great chats. Dance is a blessing. You are a blessing.
I think that for every bad that we had in our lives, we'll have good too.
God looks after His children. God gives us what is best for us.
God is fair. God is good. Amen!
And again, I've learnt.
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