i'll take you to the candy shop ;;

Monday, November 24, 2008

ii watched some ballet and r.gym montages today. there was this montage featuring the life of ballerinas and the words in white that appeared, are so very true. it's etched inside, somehow.

"A life of heartbreak.

Fat is the Enemy.

Loneliness is your Friend.

Pain is the Price"

just something to think about.

and watching how they train made me feel so inspired to work out :D all the gym body conditioning exercises, stretching etc. 80 "fu ji" [ii'm not sure what is it in english, but pillow knows] 40 with a dictionary and 40 without (: and it's actually good that ii worked out today to tire myself out. then it'll be easier to sleep tonight.

oh and we've finished the whole variation of grand pas classique :DD my feet kill.

and and ii've found an awesome CD to listen to while working out. and doing housework. "Street Vibes 7" *nods head*

it took me ages to find that picture. ii won't tell you what ii typed into the search engine - that would be giving the secret away. go figure. isn't that one of the most beautiful things you've ever seen?

ii really really want to go away. someplace wild. wild and yet peaceful. away from the mudane-ness of singapore. it's so predictable here. wake up; eat breakfast; go to school; cca; come home; dinner; homework; sleep. so enclosed, so secure, and yet so suffocating. how can anyone stand living like this? ii can't say how much ii want sit alone on a dune and watch the stars all night. here, it's lamp posts and traffic lights.

Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You’d better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short,
The music won’t last.

Do you run through each day on the fly?
When you ask "How are you?"
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores running through your head?

You’d better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.

Ever told your child, "We’ll do it tomorrow?"
And in your haste, not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time to call and say "Hi?"

You’d better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift…

Thrown away.

Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before your song is over.

"Slow Dance" by David L. Weatherford

bloop @ 3:27 PM