So Funky!

I went for my first dance class ever! Actually no... I did ballet for some kindergarten celebration thingy (don't laugh!! Ok.. So I look ridiculous in a pink tu-tu.. Round and pink.. Sound like something you know? =P)

So anyway, I went for a hip-hop dance class at St. James' Church with Amanda, Karen, Angie and Wendy.. =) They all could dance and I like the only beginner amongst the experts! Cept for 1 "auntie", I am the other clueless one in class.

Teacher's this guy called Yutaki.. Reminds me of Moo though.. Don't know why.. heh..
He looks just like a dancer (duh!), posture and all. He made us do 30 minutes of warming-up. I was perspiring like a pig 10 minutes into the warm-up already! There is this difficult stunt that I couldn't do coz my calf muscles are too hard.. Sigh.. So embarrassing! The choreo part was fun though. =)

My tummy and my arms and my legs are aching from all that exercise today!! Good stuff! Looking forward to next week's class!
More power! =) Yo yo yo..

Intriguing and disturbing at the same time. Made me wanna go online to find out more about Marquis de Sade.

It's kinda scary how de Sade's writing distracted a priest's plan to save his soul. I mean, I understand de Sade's desire to go against societal norms and religious principles. Scary, isn't it? I actually find his writings really fascinating - how he writes about the pain of love and the love for pain.

This is a play that discusses the role of the artist, and the right to create no matter what the circumstances. It has a magnetic appeal that keeps the audience captivated throughout the play. Even after I came out of the theatre, I was lost for words. I was so intrigued by the whole presenation of the play - the mise-en-scene, the sound, the lighting, the blocking, the costumes, the script... It was great!

It somehow made me think about how the deil can make us fall (there was a scene that protrays the priest succumbing to lust with the devil disguised as the Marquis delighting in his fall) and how we should always draw strength from God because we can't do it with our own strength. Also what I would do if I was in the priest's position - he had tried to talk the Marquis into turning back to God, taking away his writing instruments (his quills, paper, bedsheets, curtains, clothes), killing him ultimately when he took away his creativity (his brain)..

It's a thinking play.. Am still thinking about it after a week and a half...

4/5 stars.. =)

*Ain't very coherent..wrting this at 2.30 in the morning.. but can;t sleep.. what to do? =)

Yet Another Strange Song...

Heard this on Perfect 10 just now.. Wierd....

Watching Punk'd on MTV with Ashton Kutcher
Reminded me of my handsome uncle working at the butcher
He's oh-so slim and trim
The man is not a glutton
But he can't find a wife because he smells like muttonMutton...(X6)
Smells like mutton...

He's lonely and confused
He has an empty heart
He's suave and he's hygenic
He never popped a fart
In his life...In his life...

Everyday he wishes all the girls would touch his button
He tries so hard to talk to them
It even led a slutton
Mutton...(X6)
Led a slutton...

He tries so hard to change his ways
14 times a day he bathes
But no matter how long he keeps on scrubbing
The man would always smells, smells likeMutton...(X6)
Smells like mutton...

One day he met a girl
She said her name was Keith
Her hair was gold, her breasts were big with shiny perfect teeth
She loved the smell of all raw meat like fish and pork and beef
But this girl will be his downfall
His one and only grief

His one true love
This nice female
Escaped just now
From Punggol Jail
This woman he sawAs his wife
Was brandishing a kitchen knife
Brandishing a kitchen knife(oh...)

She jumped right up and my uncle fled
From all the gaping wounds he bleed
He passed away through loss of blood
Because of all the cuttings

And this ends, a tragic tale

Of Uncle Mutton
Of Uncle Mutton
Of Uncle Mutton
Of Uncle Mutton...