pathetic!!!

i am such a pathetic loser!!! stuck in the house, checkin my email inbox every 15 mins for new mail, and in my attempt to my pilates revision to result in dozing off after every 3 mins of looking at words...its friday nite, and i am stuck facing my lappie bloggin.. having 3 entries a day... such a pathetic loser.. am going to fail again in my written pilates exam next thursday... I HATE PILATES (i declared) ok.. back to read the next word in the paragraph...

PUBLISHED!!!

i am so thrilled, once again!!! my review on Ballet.co.uk is being published again!!! check it out:
http://www.ballet.co.uk/magazines/yr_06/jun06/ct_rev_hofesh_shechter_0606.htm
it is a review on contemporary dance, instead of my usual classical ballet specialism... so its real encouragement for me... heehee... i am so pleased!!!! go check it out.. huhuhuhu!!! the copyright logo behind my name is so cool hahahaha...

me like me like me like

ballet/dance people i like to see them do their stuff.. edward watson*royal ballet principal
wayne mcgregor*choreographer, random dance company's director
christopher wheeldon*choreographer, new york city ballet
zenaida yanowsky*royal ballet principal
tamara rojo*royal ballet principal
julie kent*american ballet theatre principal
marianela nunez*royal ballet principal
roberto bolle*principal dancer freelance
steven mcrae*royal ballet first artist
laura morera*royal ballet first soloist
ricardo cervera*royal ballet first soloist
lauren cuthbertson*royal ballet soloist
johannes stepanek*royal ballet soloist
yuhui choe*royal ballet artist
russell maliphant*choreographer
rupert pennefather*royal ballet soloist
mara galeazzi*royal ballet principal

odd dream... & happie news

once again.. an odd odd dream.. make things short... dreamt tat ed used to be an actor on Friends. how weird is tat.. oh, and he used to be skinned-head and beefcake.. tat IS odd...anyway.. i like him loads... we only live once... and there is no reasons for me to hide my feelings or my infatuation for someone intangible... at least i am bold and have the balls to go around announcing my infatuation *bleach* he is not perfect, there are so many faults i can find in him, but screw those faults, he wouldn't be what he is if it wasn't for his imperfection... it's his imperfection that made him perfect. i simply adore him!!!
happie news 1: I wrote an email, a while ago, to Mara Galeazzi (royal ballet principal). it was a random email, without any expectation that she would reply. wat happened was, i went to watch Sleeping Beauty, and Mara was supposed to be performing a role, but it was announced that she was poorly, and was replaced by another dancer. So, i thought, since Mara's not well, it would be nice to wish her get well soon, and have a speedy recovery. hence i sent her the email, not expecting that she will reply. and indeed... she replied saying, thank you very much, and my email meant a lot to her, and she was getting better. it meant even more to me when she did replied, cos i thought she wouldn't bother...
Happie news 2: I wrote to cathy marston a few weeks ago, to say how much i enjoyed her choreography at the linbury studio theatre... not expecting that she would reply, and she did!!! she said that she was pleased to hear from me, and she was proud of her work, and she look forward to seeing me at her next show in september.. DARN RIGHT I'll be there!!! [Cathy Marston is an aspiring choreographer, creates a lot of work on the royal ballet. recently revived her 1 hour piece, Ghosts, at the Linbury, Opera House, click on here to find out more: http://www.cathymarston.com/]

i am childish.. but i cunt help it...

i am watchin a children program on telly to educate on how milk comes about, and about milking a cow...some of the phrases are highly suggestive in modern day jagon..."clean the utters and stick the tubes into the tits to squeeze the milk out. Cool white milk spilled into the bucket..." "the sun began to set, and the air was warm, the utters start to ache" "the farmer squeezes the tits to know that its ok..." *roll eyes*

chocolatism - reviewed

chocolatism, my choreogaphy gets its review!!!! Featured in the latest issue of Dance Gazette by the Royal Academy of Dance, Issue 2, 2006, on page 55 . The review is by Clare Thurman. This is a the quote.. and they featured the picture from my piece.. heeheee...

spookie dream

had a spookie dream last nite... to begin wif, last nite was 26.06.06, i know it's not ideally 6.6.6 but.. close to it... out of the entire dream (which i will spare the details), the main spookie gist is tis: i dreamt of a thunderstorm, the skies were dark and grey, clouds were in pairs of same shape and sizes pouring heavily. i looked at the sky and thought it was beautiful, was going to get my camera to capture this moment, just before i did, i told my dad, "look at the sky, the clouds are in pairs and they are like twins!" he looked at the sky and said, "its a bad sign. when clouds are identical and grey, and also in a thunderstorm, something evil is rising." i was disappointed, cos i thought it was such a pretty sight... anyway... indeed something evil was stirring... due to the thunderstorm, electricity was failed, the lifts were not working, a pregnant lady had to give birth in the lift lobby. there were a few other females who were with her who helped with the delivery... the pregnant lady gave birth to 13 children. all looked alike (wat is the 13 lookalike kids call? thirteen-duples?) however, the last child, the 13th child, was the devil. it was a female (in case, u need to know). it was a dark dream... everything to do with things i am familiar with... twins (the clouds), 26.06.06 (devil hotline), 13th child (no one likes this prime number, apart from ey), and devil ( i wanted to name my son, lucifer)... anyway.. do u know the opposite of devil is LIVED? seemed like the devil is here to be LIVED...

last days...

mixture of mixed feelings... glad tat i am moving out of the house, one which is a paradise for my utmost fear... but on the other hand, sad and remorse tat i no longer live in this neighbourhood, which is just 10 mins away from chelsea, and 10 min to a huge hypermart and of cos sad that i no longer live wif my hsemates. there are good times n bad times, whinging and complains, laughters and craziness. all learn to grow and live wif each other despite our different living habits, we survived...there are bound to be a long list of moments we shared that i will miss, and there are times where i can't wait for it to be over.. but thinking bout it... without bad times, there won't be a good time. picture of me n housemates, nicki, lucie n clairethese 3.5 years in london will forever be in my memory, everything from living with classmates, going to school, catching the 239 bus, stealing toilet paper, the library, everything... part of me would wish tat this 3.5 years never end, but i have to accept that it is a phase in life which has gracefully past and its time for me to move on, just like the time when i embark on this journey 3 years ago.
the number of people that i have met and known during these 3 years, each have their impact on me, some huge, some minimal, but all in all, they meant something to me. i think 2 years ago, i started to accept that it's normal in life that we have to embrace partings and appreciate life... last 3.5 years, i experience many loved ones departing from me, either going to another country, another job, or even, another world. it's devastating at first, but, that's life... if we don't part, we cannot miss. i cannot deny that i will be sad that i will be leaving my classmates and teachers upon graduation, but, i guess, i looked at it in a slightly different perception, that, the world is not that big afterall, with technology so advanced, keeping in contact is simply not a problem. my main disappointment and upset is spending time together with the teachers and classmates in class, doing classes together and hanging out... especially when the teachers are at such ripe age... it will be tormenting to see them go....
have to get back to packing... will write more soon... especially the weird dream i had last nite...

devastation

most devastating news... i will kill, rob and beg for the money, but i can't... i cannot see ed next weekend... won't see him till end september... it will indeed be an awfully long and painful summer... *sob sob* *wail wail*

ED is PARIS in SPAIN

went for ballet class in royal opera house today, we were located in the Ashton studio instead of the usual De Valois studio. Ashton studio was located beside the Ballet Rest Area, where the royal ballet dancers were lounge and relax... and on the notice board, were cast lists and notices... i sneaked and peeked around.. saw the full cast list for the Royal Ballet summer tour in USA and SPAIN.. ed will be dancing Paris (from Romeo & Juliet) during the tour in Madrid. He is only performing on 8th July evening. I MUST GO!!! i need watsonism! its an addiction!!! help... i dunno how am i goin to survive without edwardwatsonism for 2 mths in spore... its gonna be painful... :(

a hyde fairy princess picnic

Once upon a time, there was a lovely little Fairy Princess who lived in her imaginary castle somewhere in the far western land... It was her 3rd birthday, and she was exceptionally thrilled. Family and friends all gathered for a wonderful celebration. They brought their love, gifts and well wishes from the far eastern land to celebrate this special day. The Fairy Princess put on her best gown. Her auntie Fifi gave her a lovely little bouquet of fresh flowers, to go with her dress. The weather was fine and wonderful for a picnic celebration. Everyone headed off to Hyde Park. The Fairy Princess was extremely excited about her big day, she was ordering her "bridesmaids" around and having so much fun. A specially made cake was prepared for the little Fairy Princess. The gorgeous birthday cake (an odd Barbie lookalike) in a beautiful icing gown. (Vera Wang eat your heart out... well, let the pictures do the talking...)
By the end of the afternoon, as the sun began to set, the little Fairy Princess got very tired *yawn yawn* and off she went to bed... (in daddy's arms)

baby pilates

saffie join in on her mummie's pilates lesson... a potential star pilates guru in the making... check out the flexibility in her hamstrings and the stretched feet and that relaxed, at-ease facial expression....

throw-hat-in-giant-robe DAY

nice hot weather in guildford... had my folks and bro ard... they were dressed nice, prim and proper... everyone in the ceremony were in their best, except for a few 'attention-seeking' graduates in just tee and jeans... anyway... it didnt felt like a 'graduating' day for me.. i felt like it was a 'costume-wearing' day.. the robe was massive on me, the hat was difficult to balance... it felt like walking around with a book on my head.. like one of those model-walking-training session. but all in all... i was bored at the ceremony, and i cant wait to get out of the freaking robe cos it was bloody hot and sweaty in it... and it made me have sweaty armpits :(

georgia n i

weird dream

check out how weird my dream is:
dreamt that i was at the theatre, watching the ballet Giselle. But in the program of the evening, it began with Gloria by MacMillan, and Ed was dancing in one of the lead. Gloria is a 1-act ballet. It followed by an interval. After the interval, it was meant to be a 2-act ballet, Giselle; but funnily, it was only scheduled for the 2nd act, 'the white act". I was extremely excited, cos there is one part, which is my favourite music (to describe, it is tormenting, depressing piece of music, it comes on when Albrecht walked towards Giselle's grave) and I was even more excited cos, I was expecting Ed to be dancing as Albrecht. Well, that wasn't the weird part... the audience were spontaneous and excited when the conductor for the orchestra stepped up, and when he turned around to acknowledge the audience, guess who? JOHN WOO!!! i was like, "HUH???" well, him being the conductor, was no difference to him being a director, he began directing the ballet as well, he started telling the dancers what to do, making it look rather 'action-packed'. to me, it a was weird dream...

new stuff

new updates to ed's blog...heehee.. more pix..brilliant pix... heehee.. woohoo... heehee.. *blush blush*

oh.. and the other day, when i was waitin for my designer to pass the costumes to me at covent garden, it was the Queen's gala performance by the Royal Ballet at the Opera House. Ed wasn't dancing, he's injured.. I walked along Floral Street, where it was the entrance of Royal Ballet's Stage door, and the Royal Ballet School's entrance, to avoid crowds, I was reading the cast list and walkin at the same time, almost collide into ppl along the narrow pathway.. so i thought, i betta stop reading and watch where i am going, as i was folding the cast list, i looked about my 2o'clock direction and saw a red-haired person across the road (outside Royal Ballet School). I told myself.. "no way.. you got to be kiddin' me.." I slowed down my pace and looked across.. yes.. indeed, it was him.. heehee.. my heart flutter and everything around me just seemed to standstill, and slowly dissolve away... he was in jeans, black tee and trainers (my kind of guy :p), it was wonderful.. saw him when i least expected.. I will leave the other details... anyway.. a while later, as i was with my designer, Anna, we walked around the opera house to get to starbucks, he walked past me, and he was just an arm length away... I was indeed on cloud 9...

finito...*sobsob*

it's the end of a journey, the start of a new one, but at this very moment, its the crossroad of the various paths... not just for me, but for my many classmates, who some went through thick and thin of whinges, complains, and happy moments. The people I will miss the most are my teachers, and of cos, dancing in a huge studio and some small ones, and definitely dancing to live piano music. Of course, I will miss all the teachers in college, but special mention to Jo O'hara (in navy sweater beside me in photo), who is a fantastic being, who relentlessly inspire us (and me) the joy of dancing, and the love of sharing this art form. Worked with her in teaching, who is a huge privilege, has taught me invaluably. She work by the motto of, not just teaching steps and high legs, but teaching the soul in the dancer, she says, "teach from the heart". Jo & I

Love of dancing cannot be measured, hence I don't believe teachers should measure the amount of attention or inspiration to be given to individual. Just because one dancer do not have the physical facilities does not mean that he/she is a useless dancer who do not need attention, this is utter rubbish, and simply degrading.
The last Karsavina Ballet Class was most upsetting. Because it was stated by Tamara Karsavina that her syllabus could only be danced under the roof of the Royal Academy of Dance, and could only be taught by Jo O'hara, or Rachel Cameron, most of us were in tears, including Jo. Cos none of us need to spell it out, we knew that, that was the end of a beautiful work, kept away. And as for us, we knew that, we won't have the chance to dance this wonderful work ever again. Karsarvina Syllabus is simply beautiful dancing accompanied with beautiful music. It is self-indulgent, and uplifting to the soul. Going to miss it dearly. On the final lesson, the atmosphere in the studio was heavy, there were mixed feelings in most of us. After the class, we all sat around for some wine and chat, the teachers that joined us were, Susie Cooper, Jo O'hara and Holly Price. Holly & I
Anyway... I hope to stay in touch with all, and hopefully work together soon.

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PASSED!!!

YIPPEEE!!!!!! I've JUST GOT MY RESULTS... wasn't too pleased with the individual marks that i've got, but the overall was what i hoped for... I GRADUATED WITH FIRST CLASS HONOURS...heeehee... i am pleased with that...
and now.. back to my clearing the junk in my room! and throwing away all my notes!!!

royal opera house by DAY

during the day, when the opera house main auditorium is not busy with any production, it still maintains its 'majesticity'. I sat in the amphitheatre of the auditorium.This sight was one that I thought was romantic.. Not sure if I could explain myself clearly... but imagine burgundy velvet and stars.