Sunday, September 21, 2008

Dance and me

Lately I've been looking at the dance scenes in step up....yes I know it's very late and all of you are probably screaming at me "LOSER" but I honestly don't care. I haven't watch the movie and I'm hoping some kind, wondeful soul out there will lend the vcd ,dvd, whatever to me.

But honestly, the dancing is way cool. The way they merged classical dancing with hip hop is phenomenal. You probably wondering why me, of all people, am talking about dance. Well, this is one little secret I had..until now.

I really, really love dancing.

*embarassed laughter*

Yeah, I always love dancing, ever since I was small. Love to groove, to move to beat, to let my body convey how I feel about the music. (that sounds odd!) I think that dance is the physical art of music. Did I say that right? It's like the score sheet to a song. Every note, every beat, every quaver, is conveyed through the body. Isn't it amazing? Thank God for dance.

I always wanted to learn how to dance. But my parents told when I was 4, that it was either dance lessons, or piano. I chose piano. Not that I regret it, after all, music is the heartbeat of dancing; but I just wish I had gone for dance lessons too. I doubt I can dance now. I can barely touch my toes (oops, another secret out)! But when I'm all alone in the house, and ther's a funky beat, I won't hesitate to get groovin'.

So now when I see Jamie and Chee Jong groovin', or the contestants in so you think you can dance, or anyone for that matter, I'll be like *sigh*, I wish I could do that. But I'll live.

Oh, I dunno how to put videos on my blog yet, (do I hear LOSER again?) but when I do, I'll show you them cool moves on step up. And unless someone lends me the movie, I'' be waiting for tv3 to show it in a few years or so.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008


Yeah yeah I know I put this up on friendster a looong time ago. But hey, everyone is pressuring me to put a new post up and I don't have much time to write anything so...copy and paste. Enjoy! And any you rappers out there, hope you "dig" this.
But please folks, please refer to rule number 1 in my first post and stop pressuring me! I'm studying!

Chocolate cookies, vanilla ice-cream
A Cadbury bar, just for me
I don’t care about the waist line
Just give me a piece of pie
Sundaes, cocktails,
Bags of Twisties, it’s on sale!
Let the weighing machine scream
I need more chocolate cream
And everybody sing: Food, food, food, oooohhhh
Food, food, food, glorious food
You see, you live only once
And you can’t live it twice
Spend your one life on a diet
The day you die you wish you’d feasted
Cause your body shape ain’t more important
Than your one time enjoyment
When you finish your stick modeling
You’d wish you were eatin’
More than your salad greens
And pieces of lettuce
Should have tried the roti canai
Instead of those tissue (!?)
But don’t just listen to me
It won’t help the issue
Get out there and try a well done steak
It’ll prove itself to ya
And everybody sing: Food, food, food, oooohhhh
Food, food, food, glorious food

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Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Hello all!

This is it. Finally, for better or for worse, I have a blog. Behold, O World Wide Web, the ultimate craziness of ME!!
Anyway, I just like to mention a few things concerning my blog:
1. I will not be commited. Meaning, I will not be blogging frequently. You won't hear from me for a loooong time, simply because I am a plagmatic. But I 'll try to update as often as possible.

2. I will not be succumbed into writing about my boring, mundane daily activities, simply because they are boring and mundane. If I decided that I battled with a dragon instead of struggling with tons of homework, so be it.

3. I hope that none of you out there would do the despicible act, known as "copy n' paste". I can't stop you (why would you want to do that anyway??) but I hope you can stop yourself. If you can't, then you will forevermore remember that you have pushed me into the depths of despair and turned my life into a graveyard of buried hopes. May you sleep with an easy conscience (not).

That's all from the Dysfunctional Pilgrim now. Oh, and the reason I called this blog the dysfunctional pilgrim is because I am dysfunctional (abnormal or unhealthy intepersonal behaviour), and in many ways, I am a pilgrim who is trying her utmost best to produce ripples in this world before returning home.