your daughter's fine (your daughter's fine)
and if i could i'd like a moment of her time (a moment of her time)
while i was shopping and i saw her walking by
so can i get her number and i'll give her mine?
if LINA does that choreo-- number, address, 生成八字 全都送上。 if i do it the only thing i'm getting is the rejection hotline. :((( i can fully understand why tracy says that lina is her idol-- her choreo is amazing and her style is simply divine. AHHHHH. i especially like the groove for the chorus because the beat just seems so fitting; either that, or it's the fact that i could actually do a close enough approximation of the steps that i didn't look like i was dancing to another song altogether. just watched the vid on fb too-- woots people look gooood.
michelle and i stayed after the session in an attempt to recap steps and for her to teach me carol's steps to block party but failed miserably on both counts, with the sole exception of kate willis' class from last friday and trinity's from wednesday that she didn't go for. in the end we just kept doing kate's steps because lina knew that one too and frankly it was the one we remembered best. too many la-- three classes of trinity's two of kate's one of carol's plus ayg and then lina's (which we kept freezing up for because we'd get stuck at a step and not remember the next-- ARGH) and then the kallang one which, now that i come to think of it, really is rather jazzy: until i get my fumbling paws upon it, of course, in which case it just looks messy. SIGH. stayed till about two-- emo-ing only a little, if quite despondently-- before driving her back to prepare for her hot date with yk heh. the girl has a darn powerful singing voice.
ruisi and i have a very particular affinity with each other-- we run into each other WHENEVER we're late. mambo, ayg prac, and yesterday's class with kate: three times' the charm, isn't it. felt that the class was a tad too crowded for absolute comfort, and like fred i CANNOT do the airwalk thing and i still don't know what she wants us to do by that. PLEASE let her decide not to continue that choreo for next week. *winces at ending pose that ruisi said looked very chinese dancey*
after that trundled down to red dot to find soozey and ellen for dindindindindinnerrr. we nearly got lost because we had no idea where to get off-- counting bus stops never works-- but found the place after de buus unkle gave us directions and red dot happily provided a strategically located sign right above the bus stop to guide lost travellers. food was good, company was better-- soozey and ellen had pizzas, of which the quattro formaggi tasted yummy (and good gracious they had waited for us to reach before finishing them! i felt so bad) and extremely juicy shitake mushrooms; fred had duck conFEEEEEE and i got what appeared to be an entire bush tossed with pumpkin lasagna. EURGH damn hard to eat i ended up looking like i had various plants sprouting from my teeth.
beer turned the guys into woozy soozey and lazy freddy even as we all kept eyeing the very cool towers of beer backlit by their own internal lamps. the speakers censored the live singer every now and then while ellen concomitantly attempted to instruct me in the fine art of taking pictures by censoring the flash. didn't win anything at bingo but instead hatched devious plans to rob the other table of their prize by tripping the winner as she went up to take her prize/telling them they hadn't bingo-ed/etc etc etc.
caught the "lastest" bus (so reminiscent of my escapades with a certain xf ho haha) and spied, on my way home, crowds of people waiting outside the cathay for sg idol auditions the NEXT day. no, honey, sg idol fever is definitely not dying down. sheesh. then again i read about an obasan who apparently spends $5 to perform with a live band for a 3-minute song every monday at scarlet city (cara's piece. she's still doing the same sort of stories at st that she did at tnp!) and also shells out 1k for costumes every month. whoa. sg idol probably pales in comparison.
reached bedok interchange to realise that i'd missed my last connecting bus by 6 minutes and elected to walk back after eyeing the calm of the night. a perfect tortoise-shell feline gambolled at my feet after i clucked at it (no, not like a chicken, doofus) and followed me in spurious attempts to trip me up by launching itself at the space where my next step would land and rolling onto its back. unfortunately something distracted it and i watched in a sort of mild horror as the cat leapt away and pounced on and ate a lizard. eeeeks.
anyhow i discovered that it was just as well that i hadn't attempted to call my mum to come pick me up: when i got home i found her in a bit of a frenetic panic because she'd somehow managed to burn a hole in my brother's trousers that he needed the next day. actually, she hadn't just burned it-- she'd melted the polyester into little jagged plastic edges. i dug out the sewing kit after convincing her that the hole could be patched and we more or less camouflaged the plasticated bits.
the patching reminded her of my grandma-- she'd said as much as she sewed, that if my grandma were here she'd be able to do it beautifully and turn the hole into an embroidered flower as she had once done for an outfit of my mum's-- an image ludicrous when superimposed upon my brother's uniform, but imbued with all the additional meaning that loss and regret and memory could give it. i didn't know what to say-- i never do.
my grandma was the first thing-- sort of-- that came to my mind the morning of my birthday. and i guess in the post that i typed but never published here my one unanswered and forever unanswerable wish was for her to be here with us still.
the questioning expression on her face-- the epitome of looking askance, i've always thought-- broke into a disbelieving smile-- almost an open-mouthed laugh, wreathed with wrinkles that did not detract from the quiet beauty in her entire demeanour; they added to it, and it's amazing how much detail i still remember to this day, staring into her eyes where the melanin had faded so that the soft darkness of her pupils were ringed with blue-- a blue i've seen nowhere else but in my grandmother's eyes, and ringed in the slightest of rims around my own irises (mine's due to extreme myopia, though).
if this sounds morose i didn't intend it to be.
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i am considering renaming socks the kitten the vaunted name of ferrari because it sounds like she has an engine in her chest whenever she purrs. but ferrari the kitten sounds HORRIBLE. playing with her for ~20mins was sufficient recompense for not butter-ing tonight-- according to zhiwen anyway the music still sucks (hi get some bass) the queues are insane and i feel rather like an antisocial homebody tonight. hope they have fun.
i have loot from paris and london! courtesy of eisen, delivered over macs breakfast and a dodgy lunch where strange-coloured water had flooded the establishment EEPS. too lazy to take pictures of them now: shall post them eventually. twerp if you're reading this thank you once again i re-read the postcards last night and we really have to do our rhyming dialogues again one of these
i feel the calling of the hour
time for me to bid you au revoir
forsooth, farewell, to sleep you go
see you soonest on the morrow!
(no it is no longer 6.17pm. i have dawdled so much over this post that it is now 4.24am on MONDAY morning.) good night world!