Friday, August 14, 2009 at 01:19AM I was thinking of amputees and people involved in accidents whereby they have lost their limbs. Now, why can't scientists think of a way to utilise the amazing ability of lizards and somehow incorporate that to re-grow limbs on human beings?
Thursday, August 6, 2009 at 11:36PM Yes, migration is seriously on my mind.
One of the groups of dancers in last week's concert was so bad, I thought I needed to change my name and migrate. But that's not the actual reason.
The actual reason is the haze. It's so bad these days, one feels is if one is wandering in a dream-like state. There were certain moments when it felt as if I have gone back to foggy London, then the tropical heat hits me, and I am slapped back into reality.
Any moment now, I am expecting strange deadly creatures to venture out of the haze to kill or maim us, like in Stephen King's Myst. Perhaps, they are, already, except those deadly creatures kill or maim one's respiratory organs. I have been to the doctors no less than 3 times now for the past month, for coughs and sore throats. The other members of the family have been taking turns with me too. We are quite notorious with Dr. Tay now. I even have chats with him about Hong Kong singers' concerts and awful wedding dinners he's been to.
Back to the subject at hand.............migration. I want to migrate to some nice quiet island. That island must not be very small. It must have some small town somewhere, where I can go to, when I get too lonely in my small but adequate house by the sea. It must have a CLEAR SKY. The air must smell fresh. It must not be laced with a smokey, chokey smell. The sun must not be red. The water must be clear.
Does such a place exist? But not without a hefty price tag, I am sure. One which I definitely CAN'T afford. So meantime, I'll just be sniffing smokey air like the rest of Malaysians.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009 at 09:09AM The long-awaited day finally came.......and went.
Weeks and months of planning, of sweating, of hard work both in the physical and mental department paid off.
DanceArt Friday, July 24, 2009 at 12:03AM It's so close now. Just a little more than a week away. All seemed set. I have done all my notes, the stage manager's notes, the cues. The programme is at the printer. The T-shirts are coming along. I should hear from the licensing board soon. Technical meeting is all set up. Costumes all done. I am all set for this weekend's killer schedule - 6 hours of rehearsal both on Saturday AND Sunday.
A few days ago, when I was really sick, when my morale was low and when I could not get to the studio to teach and rehearse, I felt so NOT READY.
I used to love to do jigsaw puzzles. I still do, only my eyesight does not permit anymore. But I always feel that 'rush' when I am near the end, nearly completing the puzzle. The last few puzzles placed in its place at super speed. Sometimes, I have the image imprinted in my brain, I do not even need to see when I place the pieces. I just 'know'.
I think I am feeling that 'rush' now. Or, perhaps I am 'high' on medication? Nevertheless, It seemed to be coming altogether.
Yes, the magic has began. Let the show begin......................................
Saturday, July 18, 2009 at 11:40PM Do not judge me
Do you really know me? Do you really know me enough to judge me?
Have you been inside my head? Do you know what is going on in my life?
Do you feel the pain?
THOUGHT OF THE DAY
We're fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance.
