2 years ago, I promised myself I would dance en pointe on that stage. Maybe watching what could have been would have been a painful experience. A painful experience I was willing to go through. Yet you deliberately took that option away. Sigh.
In principle, it was wrong.
In practice, her smile made the trip worthwhile. The way her eyes lit up when she saw me, slightly breathless after taking the steps two at a go. The way she laughed out loud in an un-patronizing way when I told her I intend to further my studies abroad. A person who suffices with my mere presence. I will be an artist, I will draw you before you fade back to dust.
On a different note,
New York New York by Frank Sinatra. Ignore the video, just listen to the song. I can't find a performance by him on Youtube for this song.
I love this cover and I daresay a tad more than the original.
I'm not watching Cat Power, nor Kings of Convenience live next year. Kick me somebody.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
take a back seat, hitchhike
In retrospect, mission trip was good, or better than what I felt going through it. I don't have much to say, almost everything is jotted down in my black Moleskine already. I like it kept that way- personal.
I love that Sunday night at the loft, snuggling under a duvet and reading a book. The book then was The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffeneger. I didn't read it earlier when I saw it in Sec2 because the review drew a comparison between it and 'The Lovely Bones' which I didn't particularly like then and can't be bothered to re-read it now. The Time Traveler's Wife starts off promising but the between is draggy, a slightly banal means to an end. And the ending is of course, highly anticipated since the premise of time travelling is fascinating in itself. I suppose the premise is one reason why the book manages to sustain interest even in the boring segments because it keeps readers wondering about the possibilities and intricacies of time travel. It helps that Audrey Niffeneger cleverly chose strategic points to insert characteristics of time travel, instead of laying the basis right at the beginning. With a flimsy topic like time travel, Audrey Niffeneger managed to tie in a solid believable storyline which I imagine to be loose ends of thread (or timelines) meeting at points in space, all of which become wrapped into a ball of yarn very nicely towards the end.
Authorial presence is very much alive in this book, especially since Audrey Niffeneger is an artist and so is Clare. I don't suppose any other writer without artist background can paint such a beautiful picture in describing sculpture making and the materials required. However the excessive description of dreams did not add value to the book and gives one the feeling of autobiographical rantings on Audrey Niffeneger's part.
I love that Sunday night at the loft, snuggling under a duvet and reading a book. The book then was The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffeneger. I didn't read it earlier when I saw it in Sec2 because the review drew a comparison between it and 'The Lovely Bones' which I didn't particularly like then and can't be bothered to re-read it now. The Time Traveler's Wife starts off promising but the between is draggy, a slightly banal means to an end. And the ending is of course, highly anticipated since the premise of time travelling is fascinating in itself. I suppose the premise is one reason why the book manages to sustain interest even in the boring segments because it keeps readers wondering about the possibilities and intricacies of time travel. It helps that Audrey Niffeneger cleverly chose strategic points to insert characteristics of time travel, instead of laying the basis right at the beginning. With a flimsy topic like time travel, Audrey Niffeneger managed to tie in a solid believable storyline which I imagine to be loose ends of thread (or timelines) meeting at points in space, all of which become wrapped into a ball of yarn very nicely towards the end.
Authorial presence is very much alive in this book, especially since Audrey Niffeneger is an artist and so is Clare. I don't suppose any other writer without artist background can paint such a beautiful picture in describing sculpture making and the materials required. However the excessive description of dreams did not add value to the book and gives one the feeling of autobiographical rantings on Audrey Niffeneger's part.
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