Tuesday, September 28, 2010 / 4:25 PM
when the world spins out of control,
when the sky threatens to crumble upon you,
when the road ahead looks bumpier than what you've been through,
would you still want to hold onto your last breath, your last spurt of energy and pull through?
or would you come to a halt, and give up on life before it gives up on you?
hold on. for the life you have, no other will enjoy.
hold on. for the glimmer of hope is always in tomorrow.
hold on. for god has put you here now. not anywhere else.
hold on. for you could be in flooded parts of India, or war torn Afghan, but you are not.
hold on. for the million reasons which your family and friends tell you.
hold on. for the one reason which you cannot let go off.
hold on. for your heart still beats. your mind still works. your lips still speaks.
hold on.
Friday, September 10, 2010 / 11:34 PM
I feel in between spaces
The black rubber mat, sprawled over the hollow parquet below... Every step I make upon it, between movements, the space between my feet,
I leave a mark.
The familiar in the mirror,
Extensions, the arm knows where it should be, without looking, it feels, I feel correct...
I rest my knee upon your shoulder, your arm goes underneath me, the other secures my palm in your grip...i let go n fall... Throwing my head back, then the neckline breaks n my body fills the space...
I fall.
In full confidence.
He catches me below,
Inches from the sea of black.
Pushes me, I arch upwards,
Swing my arms towards him,
It starts off another train of movements,
Explosion of senses,
Intensifies
Then ceases...
The rise n fall of each breath as we lay beside.
Connected
By spaces in between.
Poetry, canon in d, seasian beats,
Whatever inspired you, inspires me..
I breathe in, taking in the visual feast,
It unravels in my head, invigorates my senses, creates waves of connection, of motion, spaces, rhythm, meaning.
dance is me.
It's in me,
Sometimes it moves, inches in an hour
Sometimes it's fiery n fully awake, wanting to explore every sense, movement that the body is capable of.
Sometimes, it sleeps. Like animals in long, cold harsh winters.
Sometimes it shys away, hides in the shadow of others. It watches, quiet, wishing. But it dsnt stir. Not one bit.
Dance is in me. It never left.
I need to decide that it never will.
Saturday, September 04, 2010 / 1:04 PM
it takes a fever of 38 degrees, an inflamed throat and a runny nose to convince me to put a full stop to the papers i'm marking, the checklist im ticking off and just rest. zone out. pause.
and im enjoying it, despite how food tastes bland, and i cant smell much of the aroma around me, im enjoying this slowed momentum in my life. Im liking how i can convince myself and give myself good enough reasons to just indulge in what i usually cannot. like my drama serials, like just surfing aimlessly, like just taking time off to type in here.
maybe it's the effects of the fever. makes things a little dreamy, and whimsical. finding that im a little more sensitive to the things around me..my music, rather than being in the background, are painting thoughts of gardens and green fields, with balloons overhead...what i spy with my little eye creates a whole train of afterthoughts. I spy ladies with chunky and elaborate necklaces. Statement pieces which brings to mind what i've been gushing over--the works of yutong :) Her floral pieces makes me feel like a little girl once again, with a long white skirt and just twirling in endless laughter on a vast green field. *i think i dont make much sense here, but..oh well u can blame it on the fever.*for ladies who feel as passionately for fashion and jewellery...who believe that every piece of accessory has a story that awaits to be created about the person who owns it, who believe that fashion is the outward telling of what a person is feeling, should visit this website
http://onceuponatime-shop.comfor gentlemen too, who wants to endow your lady with that special, handmade, only piece in Singapore, should check this website out as well. Yutong takes customized orders and she has some amazing pieces inspired by Coraline, Little Red Riding Hood etc... share your story with her, and im sure she'll have a piece that suits your lady! :)
so here i am, spying, letting my heightened senses arouse my thoughts, from the music im plugged into, to what iv set my sight on...im getting in tune and in touch again with my thoughts, which has been kept away for too long... :)
