Battlefield

Why does love always feel like a battlefield?

Better go get your armour.

The Head

I thought I’ve had my fair share of eating weird cuisines as I grew up,
Dad used to force sis and I to swallow everything that’s edible, no matter how nasty it tasted.

“Imagine those poor people in Africa with nothing to eat, be grateful you still have food.” he used to say.

I was wrong.

It’s the first time I’ve eaten a shark’s head.
Prepared in two separate ways, the flesh was scraped from the skull and cooked in yam broth.
What’s left on the skull was a thick, juicy, jello-like layer of collagen.

Yes, all those precious collagen.

Collagen has great tensile strength, and is the main component of fascia, cartilage, ligaments, tendons, bone and skin. Along with soft keratin, it is responsible for skin strength and elasticity, and its degradation leads to wrinkles that accompany aging – Wikipedia

To me, the head resembled a dinosaur fossil served up on a platter, its hollow eyes staring accusingly at me.
For it was man’s appetite which stripped it to its stark, naked bones.

Lost

Love.
Such a peculiar thing.
For one minute you think you’ve fallen in love,
split second later you realise it was just lust, nothing more, and you fall for someone else.
A vicious cycle.

I’m lost again.

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After serious considerations,
I’ve decided  to turn down the offer to dance for the Presidential Star Charity show, which will be broadcasted live on channel 8.
Despite everybody telling me it’s a chance of a lifetime to work with celebrities (like Nat Ho, Daren Tan etc) and get a taste of showbiz,
my family and studies still come first.

3 nights of weekly training (with no pay+ have to make my way down to mediacorp, lol) is a too tight for CCA+studies-laden undergrad like me.

Still, don’t forget to do your part for charity, pick up the dialer and call 1900- (no idea what’s next, lol) on 11th Oct =)

Flashback

Mugged through the night with Ben Ben at West Coast Macs.
It’s really conducive to study there at night (that is if you could stay awake).

Anyway, I couldn’t tahan the fatigue and dozed off at 4 am.
Ben woke me up at around 6 and we ate Macs for breakfast, and that is when I heard this playing on the radio:

My once-favourite-song in sec school sia!
Used to practise my vocal chords on this everyday, but I could never never hit Daniel’s high note. LOL.

Ahh, the memories.

Tchaikovsky and Shostakovich

It was 15 dollars worth of intense Russian repertoire.
Tchaikovsky and Shostakovich by the Conservatory of Orchestra.

For once I managed to keep myself awake for two hours, simply coz it was really good.
The music director was Wang Ya-Hui, and apparently she has quite a biography.
Her energy on stage was no less than any male conductor, and it was a pleasure watching her live.

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Joanne’s 21st at InkClub Bar, which proceeded to New Asia Bar after midnight.
So happy for my Yongslut and his assy.

Sometimes you can’t help but admire the courage of those who shed all inhibitions and live life to the fullest,
oblivious of the crowd,
oblivious of social construct,
oblivious of the world.
Living without a mask.

Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky:
” Music commentators have argued that the strain of the tragic marital experience, and the composer’s subsequent fragile emotional state, may have actually enhanced his creativity”

I’m in a fragile emotional state.

Going Home

When tears still trickle after watching it for the 3rd time, it’s really good.

I want home.

Let’s Get It Started

So many things are happening at the same time I barely know where to start.
We’re heading into Week 5 now and the crazy hall life continues to drive its denizens crazy.

I’ve sort of made a promise to myself to cut down on my commitments this year but currently I’m doin a fucking bad job.
However it’s a relief to know that my final team for Hallplay has been formed,
and I’ve got some of the best talents in hall working by my side as department heads.
With 85 people working under me it’s time to push our hall production to a new dimension.

Side-tracking from Hallplay, the spirit in East Wing this year is still blazing a-high.
I love CD block, particularly the D block drinking gang.
I love the havoc bitch Joel staying next door who always has booze to share.
The blockers are all damn tight this year, which is ultimately a good thing.

A month’s rest from rag dance is followed by the start of another busy semester of dance.
I’m still trying to juggle between volleyball, touch-rug and dance, and at the same time show support to the newly-formed cheerleading team (and hopefully spare some time for Wushu).

Oh yes, I forgot, I need to study too, haha.

Hall, what better way than Formal Hall Dinner to get the ball rolling.

CD Blockers!

Cheow

Gahhh, I still have lab reports!

Let Me fall

Why is it that this never fails to heal my wretched body and soul?

‘There’s a moment when fear and dream must collide’