*608 - counterpoint

I'm so glad Joyce convinced me to take her composition class this semester.

It seems like my modern choreography of late tends to head quite clearly in the direction of "chance operations", as inspired by Cunningham. For today's assignment, I decided to choreograph my lower body and upper body totally independently of each other and then put them together. Result: extreme physical & coordination challenges, but a very surprising dance to watch. Interesting dynamics, random juxtaposition, unexpected counterpoint. Definitely something I want to explore.

(Although I think I'm going to ache severely tomorrow)

It's interesting because I've always had more of an affinity towards 'mainstream' dances with technique and structure - ballet, jazz, lyrical, laoshi-type modern, social dances. I still love that stuff but have discovered over the past year or so a whole new realm of dance that excites me more than anything I've done. Even modern technique classes are exciting, but maybe that's because I'm taking classes with Jim, whom I adore ;)

Now to find 2 dancers to perform my choreography next week - in the middle of prelim period. Awesome.

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Example of a Cunningham piece. Modern dance is not everyone's cup of tea, but I personally think it's brilliant.

*607 - soapin' up

Tonight, I realized that shower time is sacred, and I should not try to multitask in the shower. While practising my marketing speech in the shower, I:

- Shampooed
- Soaped ... my hair
- Shampooed soap out of hair
- Soaped
- Conditioned ... with shampoo
- Realized mistake
- Conditioned with conditioner

And I don't think I got through the entire speech even once, because making soap / shampoo / conditioner mistakes in the shower is way distracting.

In other news:

- Paintball = painball
- Figure skating = harder than I thought
- Driving = easier than I thought
- Home = Statler and Schwartz
- Schwartz basement = spooky at night when alone
- Cunningham = love & NYC(!)
- Interviews = not fun
- Projects & prelims = very not fun
- Dance = always fun

Abbreviated version of what's been going on in my life. Basically, it's rush rush rush between work and dance.

Photoshop expired so I don't have pictures. Except a few from, like, a month ago:

Unson, Soon-Drunk, Tanmantiong, Silverman: all looking ditzy
(I'm using last names today because they sound cooler)


Proud to be Asian
(No, I didn't finish all those jelly shots myself)


Villanueva learns to play bridge


Wij jumps for apples


Ok the last names are confusing me.

Crazy days ahead.

I'm hungry.

And I should not be online.

*606 - aftermath

Just had a pretty crazy party - think jello shots the size and potency of about 8 jello shots in one cup. So large you had to eat it with a spoon. It was hilarious watching Staadecker choke for 5 minutes on that stuff.

Too much alcohol on the floor, an environmentally unfriendly amount of trash, and a lot of expense. $$$!

I'm kind of sleepy and high at the same time. Giggle.

*605 - i should be panicking

Startling turn of events:

1. I am starting to have an affinity towards green.

Purple - usually favourite colour
Pink (especially old rose or deep fuschia) - default colour if I need to make a quick choice, because it's easier to get and match than purple
Red - default clothing colour apart from black (I know black is boring but I like it)
Yellow - up and coming default clothing colour #2
Green has never featured and I've always publicly announced my distaste of the colour, but lately ... hmm! It's almost embarassing!

2. Someone wiped out the remainder of our studs.

That was a lot of studs. I don't even own that many studs personally. Am considering making more since several people have emailed to ask for that - any takers?

3. No longer just a Hotelie.

I began the semester relieved with the thought that I could do 15 credits a sem and graduate a year early (due to the craziness of last sems 22 credit sprint).

Now, I am doing 20 credits, with the new intent of completing a ... dance minor.

Surprise, surprise! (Trust me, this was a spur of the moment idea that came 1 year too late.) This means that at this moment, with Pandora taken into account, I am dancing once on Mondays, twice on Tuesdays, thrice on Thursdays, once on Fridays, twice on Saturdays, and twice on Sundays. Plus plus, because I'll need extra rehearsal and choreography times out of class time. Could be worse, I think. We'll see how that goes.

4. Lastly, it turns out that tomorrow's 30-minute-long Information Systems quiz is worth 10% of our grade.

TEN BLOODY PERCENT. No wonder Jon has been studying since two days ago, hahaha, I should have known. It's 11.30 pm now, and I have to get this done, plus figure out a choreography due tomorrow which I've only done in my head and haven't tested in real life.

And hence, I choose this very urgent moment to update the blog, because that's just the way my life is.

*604 - i love fridays

It's drizzling and the worms are surfacing for air (omg omg omg omg omg) but it's kind of okay, because the weekend is here! :) Technically, my weekend begins on Thursday night (which included too much eggplant, big comfy couches, and great girly talk), the thought of which cheers me up considerably.

Revisiting the past again: photos from when we lived in San Francisco.

Fat Evelyn going down the slide


Peach-picking
(something I always planned to do in Ithaca but never got around to)


Fat Evelyn biting into a peach
& everyone else making the 'open your mouth' face


Retro mom


My favourite sis <3


Hand's up!!


Contrary to what the photos suggest, I think I was one of those annoying babies who cried a lot, and very loudly. I was fat and cute, though, in my absolutely biased opinion. ;)

*603 - then and now

My heart breaks a little bit every time I think about the things we used to do here, and there. My here and your there. My there and your here.

(This means that my heart is now in little bitty pieces everywhere.)

The cold and dreary (and wildly life-threatening) hike during winter down to VP used to fill my tummy with warm bubbles of bliss. Now it's just a cold and dreary hike down to VP.

The love-shaped maple-drizzled pancakes, the honey chrysanthemum chicken, the accidental bah kwa (bacon + brown sugar + syrup + oven baked), the heart shaped stobeli muffins. Now the best I can muster is pasta with ready-made sauce from a bottle.

The motion-sickness from the 1 hour bus ride to meet you after work at Bugis made worse by smelly boys who always choose to sit next to me and fall asleep violently on my shoulder. Now I'm 41209098124 hours of travelling and $2000 and half a world away from you, and I would give anything to be back on that smelly bus.

4213, and 136B. Springside, and Paya Lebar. Now Ithaca, and Singapore.

I'm sad. Sometimes I hug Toby real tight and cry till my pillow gets soggy and wish really hard that I were home (but it's never worked). I hate being here and I just want to be where you are.

*602 - stuck in a rut

I've been busy. Being thoroughly homesick and lovesick. To be honest, I'm hating the fact that I'm back again, and you wouldn't think so because I'm already a sophomore and I've been through a year of this, but so many things have changed now. And that's depressing.

But go me, everything will be ok in time, right right right? Leave it in God's hands.

Well, at least I'm mature enough to recognise that I'm being a kid about this. And at least I've Inshi, who's one of the few who actually understands. And at least I've Nuf who makes me feel better every single time.

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Hongkong (again) was great. I miss these kids - wish we were back in Cornell, happy and carefree, back then in semester 1!











3 hours of sleep and bawling at the airport;
Strangers helping me with my luggage;
Excellent dim sum with Katie, Nick, Alison;
Extreme, unexplainable onset of fatigue upon all of us;
Shopping with 1 hour queues;
Health food dinner with Dickson & gf;
More shopping in dizzying Mongkok;
Sleeping briefly before catching the flight to New York the next morning.

And from the last time:



Crazy times. I actually think Katie's the funniest.