Saturday, January 26, 2008
Lets go Niners!!
Now that the cheer season's come and gone, nights without cheerleading practice really needs to get some used to. Training was long and tiring, but we did have fun in the process, and I'm definitely going to miss all the people and the late supper and HTHT sessions.
Ah wells. Its high time I start focusing on my studies anyway, especially now with French.
Alrighty here are just a few photos for your viewing pleasure!
Andrew and I practicing the Chair in Hall 9's dance studio.
Candid shot #1 while waiting at the grandstand.
Candid shot #2! Beautifully taken.(:
Touching up of make up at the holding area.
Shoulder sit on Andrew!
Retake during performance!
Elevator!
After the whole thing.
Double sit with Yi Ling on Yuen Bo! He sure looks happy, haha!
Look Andrew's a flyer too! Haha!
And finally, for the cast of this show. Presenting the Niners Cheerleading Team!
Ta da!(:(:(:
Labels: Hall life
stuck in reverse
♥2:16 AM
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
And they all lived happily ever after.
Cinderella
You always read about it:
the plumber with twelve children
who wins the Irish Sweepstakes.
From toilets to riches.
That story.
Or the nursemaid,
some luscious sweet from Denmark
who captures the oldest son's heart.
From diapers to Dior.
That story.
Or a milkman who serves the wealthy,
eggs, cream, butter, yogurt, milk,
the white truck like an ambulance
who goes into real estate
and makes a pile.
From homogenized to martinis at lunch.
Or the charwoman
who is on the bus when it cracks up
and collects enough from the insurance.
From mops to Bonwit Teller.
That story.
Once
the wife of a rich man was on her deathbed
and she said to her daughter Cinderella:
Be devout. Be good. Then I will smile
down from heaven in the seam of a cloud.
The man took another wife who had
two daughters, pretty enough
but with hearts like blackjacks.
Cinderella was their maid.
She slept on the sooty hearth each night
and walked around looking like Al Jolson.
Her father brought presents home from town,
jewels and gowns for the other women
but the twig of a tree for Cinderella.
She planted that twig on her mother's grave
and it grew to a tree where a white dove sat.
Whenever she wished for anything the dove
would drop it like an egg upon the ground.
The bird is important, my dears, so heed him.
Next came the ball, as you all know.
It was a marriage market.
The prince was looking for a wife.
All but Cinderella were preparing
and gussying up for the big event.
Cinderella begged to go too.
Her stepmother threw a dish of lentils
into the cinders and said: Pick them
up in an hour and you shall go.
The white dove brought all his friends;
all the warm wings of the fatherland came,
and picked up the lentils in a jiffy.
No, Cinderella, said the stepmother,
you have no clothes and cannot dance.
That's the way with stepmothers.
Cinderella went to the tree at the grave
and cried forth like a gospel singer:
Mama! Mama! My turtledove,
send me to the prince's ball!
The bird dropped down a golden dress
and delicate little gold slippers.
Rather a large package for a simple bird.
So she went. Which is no surprise.
Her stepmother and sisters didn't
recognize her without her cinder face
and the prince took her hand on the spot
and danced with no other the whole day.
As nightfall came she thought she'd better
get home. The prince walked her home
and she disappeared into the pigeon house
and although the prince took an axe and broke
it open she was gone. Back to her cinders.
These events repeated themselves for three days.
However on the third day the prince
covered the palace steps with cobbler's wax
and Cinderella's gold shoe stuck upon it.
Now he would find whom the shoe fit
and find his strange dancing girl for keeps.
He went to their house and the two sisters
were delighted because they had lovely feet.
The eldest went into a room to try the slipper on
but her big toe got in the way so she simply
sliced it off and put on the slipper.
The prince rode away with her until the white dove
told him to look at the blood pouring forth.
That is the way with amputations.
The don't just heal up like a wish.
The other sister cut off her heel
but the blood told as blood will.
The prince was getting tired.
He began to feel like a shoe salesman.
But he gave it one last try.
This time Cinderella fit into the shoe
like a love letter into its envelope.
At the wedding ceremony
the two sisters came to curry favor
and the white dove pecked their eyes out.
Two hollow spots were left
like soup spoons.
Cinderella and the prince
lived, they say, happily ever after,
like two dolls in a museum case
never bothered by diapers or dust,
never arguing over the timing of an egg,
never telling the same story twice,
never getting a middle-aged spread,
their darling smiles pasted on for eternity.
Regular Bobbsey Twins.
That story.
-Anne Sexton
**
The Wolf's Postcript to 'Little Red Riding Hood
First, grant me my sense of history:
I did it for posterity,
for kindergarten teachers
and a clear moral:
Little girls shouldn't wander off
in search of strange flowers,
and they mustn't speak to strangers.
And then grant me my generous sense of plot:
Couldn't I have gobbled her up
right there in the jungle?
Why did I ask her where her grandma lived?
As if I, a forest-dweller,
didn't know of the cottage
under the three oak trees
and the old woman lived there
all alone?
As if I couldn't have swallowed her years before?
And you may call me the Big Bad Wolf,
now my only reputation.
But I was no child-molester
though you'll agree she was pretty.
And the huntsman:
Was I sleeping while he snipped
my thick black fur
and filled me with garbage and stones?
I ran with that weight and fell down,
simply so children could laugh
at the noise of the stones
cutting through my belly,
at the garbage spilling out
with a perfect sense of timing,
just when the tale
should have come to an end.
-Agha Shahid Ali
**
Sometimes fairytales really help put things back into perspective.
**
The Dolly on the Dustcart
I'm the dolly on the dustcart,
I can see you're not impressed,
I'm fixed above the driver's cab,
With wire across me chest,
The dustman see, he noticed me,
Going in the grinder,
And he fixed me on the lorry,
I dunno if that was kinder.
This used to be a lovely dress,
In pink and pretty shades,
But it's torn now, being on the cart,
And black as the ace of spades,
There's dirt all round me face,
And all across me rosy cheeks,
Well, I've had me head thrown back,
But we ain't had no rain for weeks.
I used to be a 'Mama' doll,
Tipped forward, I'd say, 'Mum'
But the rain got in me squeaker,
And now I been struck dumb,
I had two lovely blue eyes,
But out in the wind and weather,
One's sunk back in me head like,
And one's gone altogether.
I'm not a soft, flesh coloured dolly,
Modern children like so much,
I'm one of those hard old dollies,
What are very cold to touch,
Modern dolly's underwear,
Leaves me a bit nonplussed,
I haven't got a bra,
But then I haven't got a bust!
But I was happy in that doll's house,
I was happy as a Queen,
I never knew that Tiny Tears,
Was coming on the scene,
I heard of dolls with hair that grew,
And I was quite enthralled,
Until I realised my head
Was hard and pink... and bald.
So I travel with the rubbish,
Out of fashion, out of style,
Out of me environment,
For mile after mile,
No longer prized... dustbinised!
Unfeminine, Untidy,
I'm the dolly on the dustcart,
And there's no collection Friday.
-Pam Ayres
Labels: Life's little quirks, Rose-tinted glasses
stuck in reverse
♥4:00 PM
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Guilded heart.
Olivia Ong - Make It Mutual
A quiet moment making my footprints on the sand,
A sweet feeling comes surrounding me,
It's delirious.
Now that's a sugar rush,
My heart is beating oh so fast,
And I dun wanna fall in too deep but I want to make it last.
There's no need to rush,
We can take our time
Let it go the natural way.
We begin as friends
And who knows what
Where this could be taking me.
In this nice cool breeze
Yes I am all at ease.
When I gush
And this sweet feeling comes to me.
Can't deny, can't lie, can't really face the truth
And I wonder if you're feeling the same way too.
You know what I would like?
I'd like to get to know you more.
Make that mutual boy,
you know you wanna know me too.
This is how you make me feel
When you're here, I feel your vibe,
And I hope I don't fall in too deep too fast.
You're not the type,
Who'll rush into things
And let it slip away.
Yeah I like your type
Caught up in this ride
It's kinda silly but I'll say.
In this nice cool breeze,
Yes I am all at ease.
When I gush
And this sweet feeling comes to me.
Can't deny, can't lie, can't really face the truth.
And I wonder if you're feeling the same way too.
I really like Olivia Ong's bossa nova.(:
Anyhows, life has been pretty fine for me so far, although my right ankle is actually still slightly swollen and my left is starting to ache kinda weirdly. Ah, but I'm really glad that I'm allowed to fly now.(:(:
**
Somehow it feels like everything's slowed down, suspended, put on hold and stalled.
Maybe, just maybe, I've learnt my lessons too well in the past.
Maybe, just maybe, I'm too afraid. Afraid to trust, to feel.
Maybe I've seen too much, maybe I'm too jaded.
Maybe.
But then again, maybe it's just fatigue.
**
On a lighter note, hall life is getting interesting indeed.
Okay this post is getting more and more incoherent. I'm outta here. BYE.Labels: Hall life, Rose-tinted glasses
stuck in reverse
♥12:49 AM
Saturday, January 05, 2008
School's resuming on Monday. Geez.
Reminder to self: Be sincere, be sincere, be sincere.Labels: Life's little quirks
stuck in reverse
♥12:32 PM
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
Hello 2008.
I think I'm far too demanding and I'm sorry.
So first up on my list of new year resolutions: Be less demanding and less dependent.
My results sucked thoroughly (exactly as I thought they would).
So next up on my list: Mug hard. (I think I need to average a 4.0 to make up for Sem 1. Hur.)
I haven't driven in a long time, and I remember how harrowing it was the last time I drove after a long time.
So coming right up: Try my very best not to crash mum's car/ get into an accident/ get a speeding ticket/ get my license revoked (or anything along those lines).
Okay that's about all the resolutions I'm putting down here. The rest I'm keeping close to my heart.
**
Just for archive's sake, I dreamt of you again last night. I see that we're getting more and more acquainted, aren't we?
**
I know I'm far too demanding and I'm sorry.Labels: Life's little quirks
stuck in reverse
♥1:51 PM
Andrew and I practicing the Chair in Hall 9's dance studio.
Touching up of make up at the holding area.
Shoulder sit on Andrew! 
Retake during performance! 
Elevator! 
After the whole thing. 
Double sit with Yi Ling on Yuen Bo! He sure looks happy, haha!
Look Andrew's a flyer too! Haha!