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?)
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 camera
various 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
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