I'm so ready to lie down on my bed now and close my eyes to the world. It's a wonder that I'm actually still coherent enough to write this blog but I figured should show some perseverance in view of the recent declaration to stay true to this blog-writing effort. So yes... I'm here tip-tapping on my keyboard as my eyelids dangerously come to a close and a slight snore escape from my lips.
A recent account of my life would probably amount to just as much fun as writing up a report on a lovely weekend afternoon. Still, there were the occasional fun moment or two throughout the week, such as attempting the ol' Aussie hobby of "lawn-ing" which I am inclined to believe involves lying on the grass for the better part of the afternoon, soaking in the sun and attempting to believe that one is getting in touch with nature. Yeah, understandably from a very Asian POV, it will be something to get used to. But a note to oneself is that lying on the carpet of green grass is so much easier when one is wearing jeans rather than a dress. Talk about being SUPER uncomfortable as one realises that there are only certain sitting and lying positions which are considered etiquette(ly) correct! It has been a stark contrast in weather though to allow for this new attempted past-time where the afternoons can be strikingly hot such that it actually feels like my legs are burning as my jeans heat up from the sunlight.
Besides that.... I went to the Flaire Dance performance tonight at the Union House Theatre. To phrase it in the best way possible, I guess I was a tad disappointed by what I saw today. In a way, I had very high perceptions especially since Taro and Bunny had such high praises for their previous performance; Eclipse. I have to say though that some of the pieces were just beautiful and mesmerising to watch, particularly the slow ones where the shapes and the motion involved in such graceful choreography struck a chord within me. And it is with a slight touch of wistfulness I think over the show as I realise now how much I actually miss dancing - although I don't believe I will ever regret quitting that evil ballet school in Bangkok! It just makes me wonder whether I would be a different person if I had continued on with the passion for dance and attained that Grade 8 certificate. Will it would have vast affects on my life and the person who I have become? Perhaps - but I guess the only action which I can take is to try to make sure that my interest in dance is pursued. Maybe I shall join a dance class? I sometimes wish there were more hours in a day so I could enjoy life a bit more without always having to worry about the chains that tie me down. But then again, we are all dreamers.
With that, I shall let my dreams flow and end this post with a mere bid of "good night". Sleep well, my dear world~ May you glow brighter when I wake up in the morning :)
