ah haha the above is for jinglin and her hungarian friend. hohoho
school starts tmr boohoo. ok no must take heart from jinglin's post and be merry and positive and treasure our time, not bemoan and gripe!
soooo. went cycling with nette on friday instead of tattoo convening :(:(-- mum vetoed the idea with all the vehemence of a staunch vegan faced with the anathema of an aromatic oozing cheesy sausage-- and nearly got my first parking ticket! eeps. iw as seriously seconds away hahaha but thank the gods otherwise i think my dad would have SERIOUSLY killed me. i mean, bad enough that i drove like 20km with the damn handbrake engaged already (a fact he definitely does not need to know. well. not yet. i told my mum anyhow and she reamed me out)-- for which, apart from blaming myself, i also indict jj. he totally distracted me ok. along with my sis. HUMPHS. drove nette to eastpoint to meet krys and then i went back home, beset with calls from both sisters on the way-- one demanding to know where i was and the other clamouring for a lift. dropped one off at tampines and then inched my way to bugis with my dad giving me vague directions as he nattered away happily on the phone beside me. at least he no longer has screaming fits when i drive.
hee *crosses fingers*.
bugis! waha ok this is the uh defining moment. right. sitting in the hairdresser's chair and looking at what my aunt had trimmed of my hair so far i was almost resigned to yet another similar-looking boring mess upon my head. that was when my sister, eyeing my reflection thoughtfully, sidled up to me and said-- "why don't you cut bangs?"
bang head here
yeah, i got bangs. only my aunt cut them super short so they'd grow out just in time for cny. and i swear i look 5 years younger; ning and xf have, however, come to the happy and apparently incredibly amusing conclusion that i look like some zhongguo mei.
their respective reactions when i met them on saturday:
ning: "yvonne! i totally walked past you and saw your hair and thought 'that's not yvonne' and walked on!"; cue nonstop laughter
xf: "YVONNE POON! WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR HAIR?"
hahaha. oooh saturday was damn fun haha despite my managing to fall back asleep for 35 mins after my alarm rang. i hightailed it to sch and managed to arrive just a scrap before alvan's practice started. quotable quotes:
thomas: "do you look down on sex?"
weina: "we are NOT having this conversation"
tracy: "(in response to thomas' question) No!"
weina aka dj nana: "so honest!"
(it's not what it sounds like. really. blame it on the lyrics of sterling simms' nasty girl)
liren: "wah. DAMN gangster!"-- although really it was the expression and the action that took the cake hahaha
and i have to say that alvan's choreo for the opening song is really -genius-. it's DAMN nice :D:D
and xuzi's choreo for the last song is damn happifying can. i was dying by the last time we did the whole song from top to bottom-- i REALLY have no stamina left, damn-- but i was grinning from ear to ear after we finished, even though i'd messed up more than a few steps. i think it's what happens when there's that all elusive flow-- then you really get to feel the song :D
i'm not really expressing myself very well, but sigh isn't that always the case when it comes to dance or anything physical. there's only so much you can do to translate action and reaction into static words, and i haven't even tried that in a long long time.
it amazes me, also, how sometimes the completely intangible-- a way of thinking, a way of living, a spirit and positivism-- can be transmuted into music or dance.
it's a lie it's a lie
don't you believe it
if you're fine then you're fine
it's all how you see it
no there never will be no conspiracy of happiness
that song is inspiring; there really is meaning in the words. it was my fave song from the mix from the first time i heard it, and let's just say that in the past week it's saved my sanity in a rather big way. i'm GLAD that song exists, for the strength sometimes to get through another day.
on a random note?: argh costume headache.
saturday continued happily with tea (?) at clementi's botak jones and a crash course in pronunciation-nazism. nazism? bleh ok i'm being a lexophile-nazi. night brought the happy advent of a session with my home girls but as it is now 2am and i -THINK- i have a ecture tmr at 10 i shall desist and continue another day.
what if i fall
what if i don't
what if i never make it home