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Monday, November 30, 2009
shoot me for not reading instructions it's ten pages double spaced.
i'm on 10 pages, 1.5 spacing, and have dealt with only Portia on my second section when I also have Tamora and Lady Macbeth for that section. And then the third one has the weyward sisters and Tamora and Lady Macbeth. i don't care anymore there is no way i can do justice to this with ten pages DOUBLE SPACED. ulyssean ramblings
my essay is supposed to be 10 pages.
i've divided it into maiden, mother, crone, for each class of shakespearean females i'm examining. i just finished the maiden bit. i am at 8 pages. p.s. this essay was due last friday. slay meeeeeeee Tuesday, November 24, 2009
so, after the excitement of having prac cut short by screeching fire alarms and the fire department paying us a visit over BURNING GINGERBREAD COOKIES
-__________________- i am now trying to avoid answering my seminar questions by reading things like this: MLIA - My Life is Average Today, I was walking home from school with a guy I kind of like. I eyed a really crunchy looking leaf a few feet in front of us. He was just about to jump on it, when he saw my disappointed face, then said 'Ladies first' and let me step on it. I wish there were more gentlemen like this. MLIA. Today, I was using the toilet only to find that I was out of toilet paper. Out of habit I texted my mom to ask her if she could bring a roll of tp to the bathroom. I then realized that I'm in college and live in the dorms, about an hour away from my parents' house. An hour or so later my mom showed up with toilet paper. Guess whose mommy loves them? MLIA. Today, my roommate took an "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter" container out of the fridge that I had put grapes in for my lunch. When she opened it, she was shocked to find that it wasn't actually butter. It's not like the container didn't warn her. MLIA. I left the Philippines on Monday at 10 pm. I arrived in California on Monday at 8 pm. It was an 11 hour flight. I can now cross "time-traveled" off of my list of things to do before I die. MLIA. Today, I was taking a multiple-choice Biology exam. The correct answer was electron, but Megatron was also a choice. I have never been so tempted to get a question wrong. MLIA. Today, I was making some toast in the toaster. Just playing around, I pointed at the toaster and said, "Rise." The toast immediately popped up. I feel somewhat cooler and more powerful today. MLIA. (I am SO going to do that with the toaster. oh wait, i forgot, i can't-- because the toaster is covered with unspeakable and unidentifiable debris from before the time i moved here). mucho thanks to mystery google. MLIA totally seems like an FML spinoff, but hey-- procrastinators of the world unite. at least it turned a "one of those nights" into a night with some giggles :) Sunday, November 22, 2009
hold me closer damon dancer
I HAVE TO WAIT TWO MONTHS FOR THE NEXT EPISODE OF THE VAMPIRE DIARIES?!?!
ohhh my god i am ready to curl up and whimper, but that's a stupid reaction that is typical of food poon in fangirl mode so i will not. BUT TWO MONTHS??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! i have to say, though, that i wasn't too hot on the elena-stefan sex scene. she's SEVENTEEN. isn't that illegal? and even if that isn't eh the guy is a hundred and sixty two years old, i don't care if he's ripped to hell, it's still weird. and of course when she discovers katherine's picture and realises she looks exactly like the original, dearoldlove-of-the-Salvatore-brothers vamp who turned Stefan all those long long years ago all honey-hued visions of love dissipate and she is left clutching the shreds of her fallen reality. you see you see tell the dude you love him and put yourself in a position of vulnerability and this is what you get: running off into the night after taking off your VERVAIN NECKLACE YOU SILLY LITTLE FOOL and crashing into some unknown creature and LEAVING ALL YOUR VIEWERS HANGING FOR EIGHT WEEKS ARRGGGHHH. i think Cindy McLennan from Television Without Pity summed it up very nicely: "Still trapped in the car, Elena [...] looks out the window at her "victim." He unbreaks all his bones, stands and strides towards her wrecked car. Elena screams because these BASTARDS ARE LEAVING US HANGING LIKE THIS FOR THE HOLIDAY HIATUS. Grr. Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh." And i just thought about this: Alaric-the-maybe-vamp-and-secret-slayer called Tyler's dad a "full grown alpha male douchebag". alpha male?? if you were REALLY into reading subtext i think this in combination with the full moon shot would completely suggest that Tyler and his dad ARE werewolves. and if my memory serves me correctly (i read the books YEARS ago) Tyler WAS a werewolf in the book. hmms. no Damon Salvatore for two months. TWO MONTHS. no "that's for me to know and you to... dot dot dot"-esque quotes. but okay this means that maybe i can FINALLY get started on my shakespeare essay which is due this friday oh my gosh. and the three emails i haven't answered. and my labour law seminar. and my labour law opposition. i'm reading about breastfeeding in shakespeare's times (lady macbeth's infamous "unsex me here... come to my woman's breasts, and take my milk for something something gall, thou murd'ring ministers" i think) and how the masculine aristocracy didn't advocate their wives to breastfeed because it would ruin the appearance of much-vaunted small, high, round breasts. also that the corsets that they wore would often cause inverted nipples and this could cause difficulty in breastfeeding and even if the lady succeeded the appearance of her breasts would be ruined. what the. can we all say-- out of context?! but i will never look at a corset the same way again. i need time to stop flying by so fast incidentally. it's running on airplane fuel. was trying to plan a short trip up to kiruna to see the aurora borealis but realised i have no time anymore. chalk up another one on the board of "did-not-do"s, which already has "go blonde-dreadlocked in budapest", "pub crawl in prague" and "pierce navel in hungary". sigh. but that was just as well, because if i HAD gotten a piercing it would have become less a piercing and more a slice upon coming back to uppsala and attending dance workshops et al. slice. cut. blood. stake. STAKE. VAMP. VAMPIRE DIARIES. EIGHT WEEKS. :((((((( okay shakespeare shakespeare. thingsmysistersays.com: reloaded on jazreel's 804 clicks in 30 seconds... "what did she do? get a hummingbird to flap on the mouse?" Friday, November 20, 2009
flippin' fedora
 oy! since when did my brother get to look this half decent?? ah hahaha okok see this is why i should not go online when i'm rushing seminars. SHIT. principle of effective enforcement here i come AHHH no time no time no time halloumi schmalloumi
i think i have developed an incredible and irresistible craving for halloumi ever since i downed it with risonipasta at dinner at stockholm's a few hours earlier. eeks-- i am in lust with rubbery cheese fillets? eeks!
also, i thought i wrote scathing movie reviews. i am nothing compared to this: http://rogerebert.suntimes.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20091118/REVIEWS/911199998 read it and weep. or laugh and choke, as i did. also-- november 17 was WONDERFUL. please insert "freaking awesome" in between "cherie" and "hampton". kicking myself for not having delayed her at least 2 more minutes to let me video her dancing the choreography, or even just asking her to show the alternate acoustic one that she was considering teaching. BEST CLASS in uppsala ever, bar NONE. i was on a high all the way from warm-up to the end of class to my session with adam to getting back to my room (yes i skipped back home. at least the streets were relatively empty, so no one saw me acting like an idiot). i was kind of sad, though, because i didn't feel tired. then i woke up in the morning and couldn't move a muscle without groaning.  abstract hiphop ftw :):):))))))))) i don't know how to describe the style-- it's kind of like ahmad's, in the sense of extreme core control, but it also has a certain expansiveness that his style doesn't have? And a certain explosiveness that is almost like girl's hiphop throwing, but completely not-- because it's a contained explosion, you have it all just coming from your core and whatever hairflinging is auxiliary. does explosive sharpness make sense? She broke down the steps a lot, but ALL in swedish :| I feel like we ended up not learning as much as we could have from her workshop. sigh. she had so much to teach...! damnit i should totally have gone on exchange in stockholm instead. but ohmygawd i have totally lost it i can't dance anymore. :( still-- :):):) it's moments like these that make all the heartache, every tear shed and every physical pain seem like nothing in comparison. p.s. tracy if you're reading this i heart you! :D Tuesday, November 17, 2009
if you see any thai air personnel-- especially one by the name of joy-- give them a big fat hug and a kiss for me. i don't know how she wangled it, but somehow despite my late notice and flights being booked full ALL the way to 16th january, joy got me a seat on the 31st december flight. i am DAMN happy :D:D:D
this is why i ALWAYS fly thai air. wonderful food, IMPECCABLE service, and always always with a smile (take that you lousy other airline whose acronym may be rearranged to form ASS). <3 thai air! i'm slow, but--!
and i hate christmas. Monday, November 16, 2009
lips as black as roses, hearts as good as gold
tonight you arrested my mind
when you came to my defence with a knife in the shape of your mouth in the form of your body with the wrath of a god Oh you stood by me Belief builds from scratch doesn't have to reLAX ARGH that stupid LAX that I can never catch. I just thought it's kind of-- quirky: when it comes to the choreo bits I can generally catch about 60% of it, but when it's stuff like... crossing the floor? is that what they call it? it was what daffy called it in our contemp jazz classes 2 years ago anyway-- I'm always completely lost. But for the others-- the ones who very clearly have background-- it's the opposite, they might get lost during the choreo but crossing the floor's no problem for them. Hmms. in any case, a few pictures from the week before I left for central europe: blue halloween to xf's suggestion of going as a leopard-print dancer: "how long have you known me? when have i ever gone for sexy when i can go for scary?"    i was SO tempted to whack his bum. i didn't laaaa. sexual harassment how? the dj, who wasn't half bad at all!  i don't even know WHO this is, she just posed for me (i think that's enrique behind her). I remember seeing her coming out of a cab outside the club, though, she even had a whip. damn hot. ann and heh youn. korean hot sauce around the eyes is no laughing matter    i like this pic of tjolina and peter a lot!  ah here you can at least sort of see where i painted over my eyebrows and then tried to draw in pin-straight ones. sort of. :( but they helped, so long as i kept my face expressionless i'd look scary. joy's incredible makeup  deva and anastasia, who make work a lot of fun. Anastasia was also the one who snuck me into the ban ki moon lecture two months back :) saved me a hundred kr!  Steffen the shy vamp :) these girls can party BW girls! (all the ones that we found that night anyway)i don't know, for all the fun i had that night (even as i lost my 3 inch nail extensions) the thing that struck me most was when I was walking home in the cold after the whole thing and after having walked heh youn back: I passed the cemetery, and beside every grave for as far as the eye could make out in the darkness there were candles in sombre red jars, flickering glowing flickering in the impenetrable night, rainy and cold. this, even while the air was still occasionally pierced by screams and raucous laughter, catcalls, whistles; this, after having come back from a club filled to the rafters with sweaty gyrating people in various states of undress/distressed dress and glass allllll over the dancefloor etc. It was such a stark contrast, but it made me remember what Halloween really is supposed to be, here in Sweden-- a time for remembering the dead. So separate, our two worlds-- yet so close. andrew's visit this was WAY WAY WAY long ago. On one weekend Andrew came up to Sweden, I went down to Stockholm and then Mark and Andrew came up to Uppsala. They had an apple-pickin' good time (stealing apples from the castle grounds and then destroying public property and poisoning ducks with said apples, anyone?)  some war-mongering king (directly quoted from mark's guidebook). strangely enough, though... he had love written on his belt. i'm not the only one who sees it, right? okay maybe i am. actually now i think i am. whoops. there was a huge ruckus by the river and it was all because some guy caught a HUGEEE pike. like HUGE. we went down to talk to him and he shoved a worm in my face before spiking it on a fish hook. :( really. he impaled it and then wound it around and then impaled it again. the whole worm was spasming in pain. :( a few moments of clear sky-- we treasure these, here in sweden!   changing of the guard at stockholm castle. the marching band played eye of the tiger omg  joey this is for you!     stealing apples  mark's cool cameravarious dance classes remember the post where I'd complained about my legs trying to kill me? To be technically correct they were threatening to up and leave me for an owner who wouldn't abuse them quite so much, and they probably would have if they hadn't been in such pain. Basically this was what happened: that Sunday I walked twenty kilometres in order to get to and from all of my three classes that day (okay I exaggerate a little, googlemaps says it was 19.8km. but still). it was entirely worth it though-- for two of the three classes i was extremely lost. it felt like my first (and second... and third -.-) year in blast all over again. You want to know how bad it was? I told Jinglin over msn and she laughed at me for ages because basically I think I was about ten years older than everyone else in the class (the teacher is only 22 and p.s. she's GORGEOUS) and I could. not. do. any. of. the. steps. It was so scary she just said stuff in Swedish, played music and rattled off a string of terms like "okay, pique chenne tondue glissande jete" and all the kids knew exactly what she wanted. FAIL. bangs head. bangs head some more. And er because 2 of the classes were in a new studio I ended up going to the men's changing room quite by accident no wonder the Swedish girls were eyeing me with complete amusement. But EH they don't put those stupid stick figure pictures on the doors k and I'm sure anyone could have mistaken "herrar" for "changing room" or something! Anyway Sunday wasn't what wrecked my legs. On Monday-- because that is Hostlov (which kind of means autumn workshop week)-- I went for 2 more classes at DC. The first was ok-- hip hop-- and it was a bit weird but it was hiphop. Bring on the mindless sex, drugs and violence-- anyhow throw anyhow kiak chiak etc etc etc. For a moment it was so reminiscent of Blast (albeit in a very strange way) that I was incredibly happy. 2nd class did me in, though. Question: what spells disaster? Y-V-O-N-N-E and H-O-U-S-E. eurghhhh humiliation eurghhh but it was super super super fun. Same teacher as the hiphop class, and he was really nice and even though he taught in Swedish I could follow bits of it. (sidan= side, mitten=middle, herga-and-vanster(?) mean left and right, but I don't know which is which, froga/fraga?= question, ingen something means one more time I think?, sista is last, vatten is water). I really really enjoyed myself though :)  shit i look uber stunted. viktor frojd, hiphop and house :)  the view across the river walking back home after class-- the green light in the distance is where i had coffee and beer with my parents the night before they flew back to singapore      problem? she was allergic to nuts. so was my dorm-mate-- i knew, but i thought she'd only be allergic if she ATE them, but apparently even if they're in something in the same FRIDGE they could trigger her allergies. so we spent an afternoon cleaning out the fridge as well. i felt so bad. then wednesday i went for ragga/dancehall and reggaeton.  i HATED the class. it was infuriating. i don't care if you're miss queen of the dancehall championship title blahdiblah or if you can pop your butt while on your head; my blood really BOILS when you cannot get your own choreography straight. she changed her counts and beats every other time she did the choreography and it was so bloody frustrating. it completely ruined my entire night. sigh. okay i won't let it ruin my night now. i have an 8am class, my questions are not done, and it is 3.15am in uppsala, sweden. i have approximately 30 more days before i leave. i cannot believe it. time has passed so, so fast. mich said (10:26 AM): ouch i just fell and now i can't stop coughing i think my lungs switched places when i fell -__________________________- Friday, November 13, 2009
love writes a letter and sends it to hate
(from 30/10/2009...)
i found this post, unpublished, and read it and smiled. i miss you girls. _____________________________________________________________________ "after some dithering-- mainly because i was feeling antisocial and not up to rushing out-- was convinced to go out and meet lilylee and thesmallkid after the latter said she wouldn't see me anymore after she flew for toronto (my reply: "my heart bleeds. i'm on my way"). was rewarded with 3/4 of a corn muffin baked with affection and utterly saleable (quoth i, "comparable with kenny roger's") shared with lilylee (the other quarter). was also ostracised because, when told that thesmallkid didn't know what cornmeal was, i said, "how can you not know what cornmeal is??! you just eat corn and make a meal of it and that's cornmeal!" thesmallkid: "OHHH my god i'd forgotten how lame you could be." me: "... i'm sitting down." *collective groan* thesmallkid: "she never stops." but EH i was talking to people who wanted to put on seven different colours of makeup and say "hiixxx", "muackiez" and tie their hair somewhere along the tangential plane of "\" when skyping, with concomitant retarded voice. also someone who is thinking of buying LIP __________________________________________________________________________ i guess we all know how the lip protectant turned out :D woke up to this view from my window this morning:  winter is really approaching. or here. was supposed to attempt to run with Inese today but took one look at the weather and... well. i think of how warm prague and budapest were (vienna wasn't, we arrived in a cold snap which we promptly made worse by setting out for the farflung reaches of the Zentralfriedhof [Central Cemetery] hunting for Mozart and friends), how even wandering the streets with wet hair at 1am plus was only pleasantly bracing-- and then I compare it with Sweden. Then again Uppsala isn't THAT cold after you get used to it. It's just cold enough to make me hungry all the time :( ALL the time. the kind of "omg if i don't eat now i will keel over and start eating my gloves" hungry-- which is turning me into a ball (andrew's wonderfully flattering and reassuring words on seeing me). ARGH ARGH ARGH. and I've calculated, if I sign up for more dance stuff I'm not going to have enough money for food. epic fail-- or not, because then maybe i'll stop putting on weight? time to put salt on those gloves, baby! yum yum Wednesday, November 11, 2009
come pick me up
come pick me up
take me out fuck me up steal my records screw all my friends they're all full of shit with a smile on your face then do it again i wish you would baby i'm back :) i've missed everyone! here's a slow-down low-down: 2nd november-10th november, prague-vienna-budapest-nykoping, 1500 photos (and counting). highlights of trip were too many to mention but mention them i shall anyway: - staying in wombat's. that is one crazy hostel but super fun - dashing for and almost missing our budapest-prague bus (10 secs more and we'd have had it)-- and the very very wonderful man who nonchalantly helped us like it was all par for the course. he saved our asses - the incredible hungarian opera house. best cultural experience of trip, bar none; prague's musica florea concert and Salome in the Viennese Staatsoper did not even come close to Budapest's The Brothers Karamazov. Incredible baroque interior, flawless technique, amazing staging. - being stranded out in the boondocks of Vienna's train stations because of a scheduling error (this happens when you don't read German and just order your train tickets and ASSUME), asking and being helped by station personnel, walking and getting lost at midnight on rainy Viennese streets and being picked up and fetched to the doorstep of a B&B by an incredibly kind man. 20 euros for an extra night's lodging was cheap for that experience, and for the fact that we all sat down and talked things out so the rest of the trip was less weird - meeting all sorts of wonderful people-- from the toilet and lift attendants in the Staatsoper to Haruko in Cafe Demel to Kate in Wombat's to Nana in Central Backpack King to funny-as-hell Sandemans tour guide Huw to very very very dreamy G, who offered Ann and me full body massages within 15 minutes of talking to us. What can I say, I think he was drunk. Either that or the drugs were still in his system (the poor guy got drugged and robbed in Prague about two days before he went to Budapest). but he was very very very VERY nice and funny and personable, and he gave me a glue stick so i can stick postcards and stuff in my travel journal - I never thought I was an art kind of girl, but I went into the Leopold Museum in Vienna and didn't extricate myself for three hours. I just wandered from room to room, painting to painting, starving but unable to leave - St. Istvan's Basilica , Michaelerkirche, Peterkirche, St. Vitus' Cathedral. Mankind has the capacity for so much good, so much beauty - crying my eyes out in front of the Pinkas Synagogue. Mankind has the ability for so much pain and horror-- so much darkness and destruction and cruelty - eating an ENTIRE pizza in Nykoping. I kid you not. okay i can't think anymore. I want to go to Hungary again. Budapest was definitely my favourite part of the trip, and no it wasn't because of dreamy-Australian-boy (give me a little more credit... okay maybe not that much credit HAHA): the city just grabs you by the heartstrings. Hungary's had so much shit thrown at it that it has no pretensions left, or is unwilling to put them up. Prague was touristy and not that beautiful, Vienna was so cleaned up that at times it felt sterile, but Budapest's grittiness made it real and down-to-earth and stole my breath and heart. And the people were so open and friendly that upon returning to Sweden today the usual Swedish reservation was hard to accept. i have work tomorrow and a ton of school stuff to catch up on and practice at night damnit. AGHHH that reminds me I went for some modern dance class in Prague (instead of street jazz, because somehow the earlier receptionist had given me the wrong timing/day or something). it was SO BAD. don't want to think about it i'm going offffffff Monday, November 9, 2009
what a beautiful smile
i want to be reincarnated as a ballerina in the Hungarian national ballet. Heck, I would be happy to be reincarnated as a pointe shoe of a ballerina in the Hungarian national ballet.
I don't want to leave Budapest, for more reasons than one. I think Jinglin will understand. Tuesday, November 3, 2009
all my bags are packed i'm ready to go
(lalalalalala i've forgotten the lyrics) already i'm so lonesome i could cry so kiss me and smile for me tell me that you'll wait for me hold me like you'll never let me go cos i'm leaving on a jet plane november 10 i'll be back again i have so so so much to write about but my train leaves in 39 mins and it's a 30 min walk to the station. ARGH. ok people-- here's the summary. i miss singapore terribly, i am incredibly grateful that my parents forced me to go with people, and i love you all even if i can't say the words all the time. words thought in the company of a photograph and said in the company of a gravestone-- that was written about the words "I love you", and it's so true, and so painful. ok CRAP I have 35 mins to get down to the station. bye people-- and thanks to the creatures, to foodpoon, to tommy and jinglin and simyee and huiwen and i am SURE i have forgotten someone i am so sorry but thank you for boosting my confidence and taking care of me and talking to me! and replying my emails, no less :) LOVE. Sunday, November 1, 2009
caught in a bad romance
smoke in my hair, glass all over my shoes, TECTONIC PLATES of makeup to get rid of, plus i ripped a hole in my pretty new lace tights :(
oh, and there's nothing like swedish autumn nights to make you realise within 10 seconds of stepping out of your dorm that i) the extra layer under your too-strategically-ripped shirt was a very good idea and ii) the slit in your "skirt" is cut way too high for sense or decency or any vestige of warmth. but i had a lot of fun :) seeing the way my quiet uppsala was transformed into screaming madness for one night was actually kind of interesting. and oh, for about 3 minutes i was incredibly distressed because i thought i'd dropped my poonie keychain somewhere in the broken-glass-and-darkness, but then i found it after emptying my purse in the middle of the street so i was happy again. rambling. good night my dear Sweden, good morning my beloved and very-much-missed Singapore. and, of course, happy 21st krystal tang! :):) good trip to thesmallkid! jiayou to xf and foodpoon! |
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