vivid dream...

good morning! its thurs morning here... 10.02am.. preparing to go for ballet class...
thought i should pen in something before i leave...
i had a dream last nite... it sounds simple, but the image is still vivid in my head. of cos i would want to maintain it...
it was sweet... it was one of those i want to have it stay in my mind, the drive i had in the dream.. was so different from real life.. hahahahah
anyway... they say dreams are opposite.. so... its probably true that its not gonna happen.
got to get preparing now...
ciao
*pixie*

.... hmmf....

its almost midnite... weather feel musky...
anyway.. i am stuck readin my psychology notes... trying hard to stay awake, to get the essay done. its probably an easy peasy job to everyone... jus a 500 word essay... but gosh.. the task of the essay.. (check tis out)
discuss the relationship of SKILL, ABILITY and TECHNIQUE and consider the implication of this for dance training.
see... not that easy huh?
i started my teaching placements this week. its like an internship, but my job is to assist a ballet teacher, for different grades. it is fun.. wasn't as scary as i thought it will be cos i thought, i am a chinese.. the kids gonna jus freak out at the sight of my face... but thankfully, it has been fun, and pleasant... but i felt a little out of place, when the teacher demonstrated in front of the class, and i thought i felt silly doing the same steps, when the whole class's eyes were on the teacher instead of me... so, what is the point of demonstrating with the teacher???
a little few whinging to go on, and after that i will be ok...
but the best thing of the day was my first rehearsal with my dancers, for my choreography... doing choreography was my electives, got my dancers to dance a little of my piece... its really rewarding in a way ( i am low maintanence, a little positive outlook, means a million to me.. ). the dancers begin to move out of their comfort zone. and are willing to try more stunts, etc. always good.... and today's dance class, i have a great but injury-prone time with andrea, rolling about on the studio floor, laughing and giggling. it was tremenduous fun... heard from luc, who was watching us, that andrea and i did a brilliant job, we had really good rapport, and we produced good poses, and movements. i am very pleased.
i wanna just throw my psychology, and start working on my dissertation and choreography.
ok.. i need to hit the sheets now...
ciao for now...
*pixie*

building up to first day

its annoying... its a bright sunny sunday out there... and i am stuck in my house, unpacking my luggies, and preparing for that dreadful first day of school.... it wasnt as bad last year... i guess this year is freaking me out... with the final year pressure, and the dissertation and the major project await me... i am worried that i will get all uptight like last yr....
right.. have jus finished with my luggies... am listening to muzik now.. looking for prospective muzik for my choreography major project... its bugging me!!!!!! i cunt find no sh*t!
where are the sparks in the muzik? where are the highlights? none watsoever... they are all boring, repetitive dull sh*t... not suitable not suitable not suitable!!!! none of them are inspiring!!!
any kind souls out there to compose a piece of music for me? something quirky and unique... and full of colours...
seriously dreading tomoro... first day of school... there will be lots of: blah blah blah.. all that tupperware sh*t...
when u hug someone... give it your 100% otherwise save it... dun jus give a hug tat is just plainly brush the fabric of that person's garment.. give a hug like u mean it... that is what relationship is all about... live everyday to its fullest.. u never know when that person u just hug seconds ago may be the last time ever u will see or hear from him/her... why dun people learn to treasure their lives?????????
ok.. i think i got too carried away... from whinging about 1st day of sch... to definition of hugs.. hahahaha i am going cuckoo....
anyway.. back to getting back to school.. tomorrow have to pick dancers for my choreography piece... tough tough tough decision... what am i gonna do?? damnit...
goin to get back to listen to muzik...
wish me lucks...
*pixie*

journey begins...

back in london....
hmmmf... jus got back from 2.5 mths of fun, food, love, and family... all sort of nice happie moments are gone.... back to 9 mths of sloggin, fighting.... and hard work...
the journey was almost smooth sailing.. apart from the big giant-sized caucasian beside me, who's upper arm was halfway into my seat, and his elbow was never removed from the arm rest.... also, his leg, was in my space, my seating area.... somehow, i was pissed off with him, invading my space... however, i sympathize him.... for his huge frame, he can only afford economy class, and he got put into a centre seat (i was on the aisle seat) in addition, the flight wasnt an easy short trip, it was at least 12.5 hours... and he had to squeeze himself in a chair that is jus 3/4 of his butt size and stay there for the whole journey... the amazing thing i discoverd, he is a camel.. not literally.... but he doesnt need to pee... the entire journey, he never leave his seat.... well i left mine, but when i am back, he is still in the same position.. since our seat are next to the toilet, i dont have to be in any Q to pee...
anyway... tat was one episode on the plane, i jus slept for 2 hours max... i cunt sleep... the guy's elbow was constantly in my arm...
anyway.. now, back in london.. the air is the same.. smell different from home.... my housemate is at home to welcum me, which is always good.. jus one of them, lucie. lucie is having insonmia recently......
i got to go prepare for my ballet class... before sch starts...
get back to tis soon...
ciao!!!