Sunday, May 08, 2005

There haven been much that have been happening. I passed my class 3 driving test, breaking is on and off, learning how to play dota, some problems with Kazumi, that girl’s smile still so distracting, got myself a super hand phone and blah blah blah. So nothing much interesting. The other day, my mother was saying that I forgot her birthday and my brother’s birthday. The truth is I don make an effort to remember. Last year, I didn’t realize that it was my birthday until late in the evening. Birthdays, always sad days of reminding me that I have yet passed another deadline or reminding me that I have just wasted another year, nothing worth celebrating about. In a good way, I’m kind of glad that not many people bother knowing about my birthday.

And there’s that girl with the cheerful smile. I’m puzzled myself at how I hardly know her and she only know my name and yet I can’t help myself from liking her. But I guess it’s just like a wrapped present, the mystery about it makes it so enticing. Still, girls, a never ending headache and heartache.

Every time I hear that “And I won’t change a thing, if I had to live my life all over” song, I can’t help but want to stand up and start dancing. And I think I need a mirror to help get my dancing posture better. Recently discovered that the gym in my station is quite a perfect place for me to practice, albeit the fact that there are many people using the gym. Still I think I’m going to try and practice one of these days. The other moves are quite alright on the whole. Learning more of links and freezes hoping that I will not lag behind all the other bboys all the time because I keep practicing that still-so-far-away flares. Suntec dance comp, floorskill 06, yet another of those deadlines.

University starting in a few months, trying to keep my hair a little longer, but may have to cut it in the end cause there’s this police medical check up coming soon and the requirements are full uniform and all that stuff. But I’m going to fuck care of course. I heard that the dance club in NUS is not bad and it’s entry by auditions only. Going to try for it when I more or less settle down in uni. And if I actually get in, it might finally be my ticket to leave esplanade behind. Read many books lately and the last was ‘who moved my cheese?’ basically the book reminded me of simplicity as the key to all the situation you may meet and that not to be skeptical to changes around you. Made me realize that while it meant that we should manifestly accept changes that happen to us even when we are in our comfort zone, we should also make changes so that we will eventually reach our comfort zone. Who knows maybe after close to three years, I might just finally admit that break dancing while it’s my passion, it’s not quite the ‘cheese’ that I’m capable of excelling in. Azrul lent me one book ‘how to copycat your way to wealth’ although its totally irrelevant to break dance, I always try to apply what read to break dance so that I will discover some new school of thoughts that will re-ignite the passion. So there is this story that was in the book. It goes like this.

There is this old shopkeeper on the main street who placed a grandfather clock in the front window of his store. Over the years, he noticed that a distinguished looking man would walk by the store every day at noon …. Pause in front of the grandfather clock …. Pull out a pocket watch and carefully set the time. One day, the shopkeeper’s curiosity got the better of him. When the man paused in front of the grandfather clock, the shopkeeper ran out and asked the man why he set his watch each and every day. The man smiled and replied, ‘I’m the foreman at the town mill,’ he said. ‘I blow the quitting horn at 5pm each day and I want to be sure that it goes exactly off exactly on time.’ The old shopkeeper gave him a startled look and then burst out laughing. The man stepped back and asked indignantly, ‘what’s so funny?’ ‘I’m sorry,’ replied the shopkeeper. ‘I didn’t mean to be rude, but I just had to laugh. You see, all this year, I have been setting the grandfather clock to your 5pm horn!’

There’s nothing wrong with copycatting or biting, in break dancing layman’s term. Just know what you are copying. You may think its easier to copy someone’s routine, just don forget how it would feel like if one day you realized that your whole routine have been copied.
gilbert at 9:44 PM [comment]

{I hear voices, voices only half as humane as mine..}