reconnecting to singapore

nope, contrary to the post title, i'm far from being done in paris but, it was just a growing realization that i haven't exactly been away from singapore for that long a period temporally, but psychologically, the jump this semester seems particularly pronounced.. maybe its just comes with spending more years away, or maybe its the crowd i've been mixing with, where the collective identity of my batch has shifted away from singapore after being away for so long. i tried to explain it as a sense of growing up and maturing much in us such a way that a quintessential part of my current constructed identity is now inextricably linked to us.. oh wellz.. haha

so, in bid to stop the jargon, errm, i attempted to reconnect with my singaporeaness, by going to xiaxue's blog. (cue massive roll eyes)..

really, apparently the memo that asian's dont do the blonde look well hasn't reached poor miss xiaxue, who honestly looks errm, kinda washed out and just odd. plasticky and fake sprang up to my mind. nevertheless, i trudged on, avoiding the videos, attempting to read some acerbic, catty comments that so characterised her previous entries (errm.. i think i last read them 2 years ago). to my apparent disappointment, the next entry was insanely LONG and just so filled with dross and crap about her prattling about her new blackberry and how she glitzed it up, with non essential photos and just a neverending nightmare of text. man.

gave up with the rest of the blog and attempted to see how lian she actually was when she spoke by watching one of the videos. my verdict? pleasantly surprised. she actually comes off still as pretty genuine and straight up, instead of what i would have expected (along with her look) to be a vapid, self-absorbed, english-mangling lian. i was actually entertained by her honest comments and offhand humoured comments. haha. but aiya.. this isnt exactly the way to connect to singapore... whatefs

paris misadventures - the dance edition

now i know i should be sleeping and stuff, considering i need to clamber out of bed at around 8+ to get rid breakfast/lunch before heading off to tour a whole slew of sites in paris (hehe.. that's homework btw to the jealous cohorts) but then heck it lets recap the few days

this has been nothing but wow.. a whirlwind ride of fun, a sense of having to push ones boundaries, push myself outta my little meek self and haha.. well, a chance to heal from the bruising last semester has brought about. i'm getting there i suppose.

street jazz class was an insane blitz of cardio but a very cool phrase that errm.. honestly i couldn't coordinate my arms and feet too properly for several movements but nonetheless, it was super fun. man, i really wish i could be even remotely flexible, because as it stands, i feel damn paiseh to be like looking as though i'm not even trying when doing some stretches simply because i can't do it and in actuality i'm shaking all over. lol

the alvin-ailey inspired jazz class was the next one i chose to take. it said debutant, which i took to mean easy-peasy warmup introduction to stuff. color me all forms of wtf-ness and just pure shock when the instructor launched into an insane assortments of balletic combinations (given up trying to write them in french) as warmup. note: warmup. -_-. but honestly, the movement phrase was really smooth and beautiful, mixing martial arts fluidity with a certain strength and power in movement. woweee.. i really like it, even though for a second succesive lesson, I was tired and just completely spent.

haha.. hmm that's it for now i guess.. 8 more dance classes to try out different styles.. wonder what i should go for next. lol

more paris misadventures (and yeah i should probably talk about paris itself soon) coming up