Archive for August, 2007

pirouettes and popping

Posted in Uncategorized on August 30, 2007 by kristylea

it was 2 am and i couldn’t get to sleep and so i figured i’d try and sort out my closet seeing as how its a war zone of sorts and i came across 3 of my old dance costumes.

i swear, i nearly died laughing. i can’t believe i actually wore those things in public, ON STAGE!! someone catch that costume designer and school him PLEASE.

and in hindsight, i’m very very suprised that they allowed us to wear those costumes being from a convent and all. you know, modesty and all that stuff.

so anyway i did what any one would do at 2.30 in the morning, i tried them on. then i couldn’t resist, i had to take photos. have a good laugh. i know i did.

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costume for the competition in sec 2.
gold and silver?!
14 year olds in midrifts and hipsters?!

costume for sec 3.
wow! we progress to boob tubes.
go ij!

costume for syf.
the only costume out of all the damn costumes that i liked.
the skirt is so swishy

jeez. what else did they put us in?

pink midrifts and red pants.
leotards, tights and skirt
shimmery purple top and trakkies
head to toe in black lycra
hot pink tops and silver pants

i can’t even remember all of them!

when i’m 40 i’m still going to look back and shake my head. haiyoo…

tragic.

wardrobe malfunctions

Posted in Uncategorized on August 29, 2007 by kristylea

sitting in the office in my ridiculously cold room and doing mindless work of burning dvd after dvd. colour grading a yellow wedding gown because the clever cameraman didn’t white balance. and just letting my mind drift off to nowhere.

if you could be any other living creature, what would you be? my first thought was a pigeon. i think pigeons have a really good life. i’d fly around, pick at leftover food which is in no short supply in singapore, sit on roof tops and people watch, chirp to my pigeon friends. and i’d spend my whole day walking with only my legs. i reckon there’s a muscle or nerve or something that runs from a bird’s feet to its head. cos wth every step, its head has to bob. so i will be the one pigeon who just walks.

but then i thought about it some more and maybe i’d rather be a butterfly. but one of the species that only live a week. how much fun would that be? a week, to do anything you wanted to and live literally like there was no tomorrow. experience love before you have the chance to get hurt. make friends before they have a chance to let you down. get up to mischief and relish its effect before the consequences catch up with you. or even to say that, yes, i’m entitled to my occassional blonde moment because, indeed, i was born last week. i’d be able to fly around and sit on flowers. put a smile on people’s faces everywhere i went. most people, except for the heartless few, would think i was beautiful and little girls would point in awe as they tugged on their mother’s skirt to point me out. and just for that second or two, that mother would feel like she herself was a child again, looking in awe at nature for the first time. how happy the life of a butterfly.

although reading that over i strike myself as quite the narcissist. oh woe is me.

and on goes my endless flow of rubbish while i wait for these dvd’s to burn.

i read this quote the other day that and it really got me thinking:

“we cannot be sure of having something to live for unless we are willing to die for it.”

how clever is that? it’s that one of the smartest things i’ve have ever read. and it makes so much sense. and the answer is no, if you’re wondering if i’m going to launch into a long emo speech about what i live for. but i did think about it although my thoughts have not led me to a distinguishable end as yet.

ever since i was 15 i knew that if i died tomorrow, i’d be okay with it. it wasn’t about accepting death as a fact, rather, it was that turning point when i realised that life is short and unexpected. one minute you are here and the next, you’re not. so the question is not when you are going to die, the question is, as of now, “have you lived”? have that vintage bottle of port, those 3 weeks to tour the world, that day off to read a book, those 5 minutes to catch up with an old friend, the few precious moments everyday to get to know your parents, that minute to say hi to your neighbour. i’ve learnt never end a day with an unkind word, never end a conversation in a fight, never leave without saying goodbye, and never wait until it’s too late to say i love you cos you may never have a chance again.

thats life after all. you can’t bring money to the grave. people have accomplished everything but experienced nothing.

i’m hooked

Posted in Uncategorized on August 26, 2007 by kristylea

totally addicted to this song. yes, i know its bubblegum pop. but she looks gorgeous. katharine mcphee so damn hot i can’t stand it!!

“its a typical love story…” (does my retarded dance and hums along)

http://youtube.com/watch?v=2JwYshubiGc
(i can’t embed it. whyyyy??!)

lookie what i found!

Posted in Uncategorized on August 25, 2007 by kristylea

so bored cos certain plans fell through. -grunts at the appropriate people- so was looking through my laptop and found all the photos we took in year one!! i was actually smiling at my screen and my mum thought i had gone mad, i swear. it seems like so long ago. i can’t explain, just have a look and hopefully, your mum doesn’t think you are crazy as well :) most of then were taken with my crappy camera phone so don’t mind ah…

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remember soc psych selene dearest?

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mr yoka! remember we used to occupy the very last rows and buy sweets and pass them around like we were having some sort of picnic?

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our first day of NRA. we went for like 3 sessions right? so pathetic.

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slakerz r us!

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remember swee hong?

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us girls!

had fun reliving the memories?

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Posted in Uncategorized on August 24, 2007 by kristylea

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if i could offer you only one tip

Posted in Uncategorized on August 20, 2007 by kristylea

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be IT.

The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.

I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.

You are NOT as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.

Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.

Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you’re 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

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Posted in Uncategorized on August 19, 2007 by kristylea

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Posted in Uncategorized on August 17, 2007 by kristylea

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so i lied

Posted in Uncategorized on August 17, 2007 by kristylea

looks like i still need this piece of internet space. just for me.

and so the end is near

Posted in Uncategorized on August 6, 2007 by kristylea

well.. i’ve decided its time to close this down. i’m so over blogging. you don’t even say what you want to and its all very retarded. probably 3 people actually read this and i’m sure your lives won’t be very greatly affected if you have one less blog to read.

thanks for your time.

peace. and one more thing before i go.

I carry your heart with me
(I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it
(Anywhere I go you go, my dear;
and whatever is done by only me
is your doing,my darling)
I fear no fate
(For you are my fate, my sweet)
I want no world
(For beautiful you are my world, my true)
And it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
And whatever a sun will always sing is you

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than the soul can hope
or mind can hide)
And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart
(I carry it in my heart)

-E.E. Cummings

Goodbye