For those of you who know I was writing some fiction, I have created a wordpress version of it so that you don't have to log into soompi to read it. The french version will be hosted there as well. Do swing by if you are free :)
http://coloredrhythms.wordpress.com
Friday, June 29, 2007
Sunday, June 24, 2007
The Artist's Dilemma
I cried this morning while reading a story.
I croed not because the story was sad but more like it reminded me of certain emotions. I felt the same when I watched Step Up and cried at the last scene.
It was a scene between a father and daughter getting to know each other. The father was a painter and was dying of disease and his daughter was spending his last days with him. They had not known each other for years so he started to talk to her while painting, sketching and doing pottery.
I totally understood and visualised the scene where they were just painting quietly with classical music painting in the background. I could totally see the house in front of the sea with easels spread along the walls and papers scattered around.
I could totally see it because it would be a house I dream to have. At that moment I felt, a dream house is not one that is fancy, but one that is filled with love, not just love between people, but also love in yourself.
I realise how much it always hurts me and stings me with regret whenever I get reminded that I never pursued art or dance further.
When I watched the last scene in Step Up, I cried even though it was a happy ending because the thought that I could have a showcase of my own just like her would never come. The truth is that age and my current body limits stands in my way. I can feel it. It is something that only as a dancer myself can feel.
I loved that scene of them painting in that house. Innately, I feel that should be the house I am in. There were times I thought, what if someday I really gave it all up and just turned to a life of painting and writing?
The Singaporean and coward side of me asks "What will I live on?"
I think my current work is the one that gives me the most freedom I can imagine. I like it and I like the satisfaction of it. Yet slowly, you realise there are things that simply touch your soul in deeper ways.
There are people or perhaps everyone who has this hidden dream of being a sportsman, an artist, a singer and so on, but only to shut it all out in the name of making of living. It's not that we can't do it in our free time yet sometimes one just gets so carried away by living that one forgets to live.
Pursuits of one's loves often takes so much energy and thinking that it is almost impossible to reach a deep stage of development without devoting yourself to it. Maybe I am not talented.
I am over-Singaporeanised.
I croed not because the story was sad but more like it reminded me of certain emotions. I felt the same when I watched Step Up and cried at the last scene.
It was a scene between a father and daughter getting to know each other. The father was a painter and was dying of disease and his daughter was spending his last days with him. They had not known each other for years so he started to talk to her while painting, sketching and doing pottery.
I totally understood and visualised the scene where they were just painting quietly with classical music painting in the background. I could totally see the house in front of the sea with easels spread along the walls and papers scattered around.
I could totally see it because it would be a house I dream to have. At that moment I felt, a dream house is not one that is fancy, but one that is filled with love, not just love between people, but also love in yourself.
I realise how much it always hurts me and stings me with regret whenever I get reminded that I never pursued art or dance further.
When I watched the last scene in Step Up, I cried even though it was a happy ending because the thought that I could have a showcase of my own just like her would never come. The truth is that age and my current body limits stands in my way. I can feel it. It is something that only as a dancer myself can feel.
I loved that scene of them painting in that house. Innately, I feel that should be the house I am in. There were times I thought, what if someday I really gave it all up and just turned to a life of painting and writing?
The Singaporean and coward side of me asks "What will I live on?"
I think my current work is the one that gives me the most freedom I can imagine. I like it and I like the satisfaction of it. Yet slowly, you realise there are things that simply touch your soul in deeper ways.
There are people or perhaps everyone who has this hidden dream of being a sportsman, an artist, a singer and so on, but only to shut it all out in the name of making of living. It's not that we can't do it in our free time yet sometimes one just gets so carried away by living that one forgets to live.
Pursuits of one's loves often takes so much energy and thinking that it is almost impossible to reach a deep stage of development without devoting yourself to it. Maybe I am not talented.
I am over-Singaporeanised.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
A Gift
I remember talking about a reader who volunteered to give me posters for my chapters...she did such a good job I felt I had to share a few here...
I will probably create a wordpress version of the story soon so more people can read it and see her wonderful work :)
Monday, June 18, 2007
Fulfilment
Fulfilment is when someone tells you they like your story
Fulfilment is when someone tells you they laughed when you meant them to laugh, cry when you meant them to cry and feel angst when it was meant to be angsty.
Fulfilment is when people tell you they would go to a hotel lobby computer to follow on your story when they are on a holiday, read your story at one go to 5am in the morning, comment on your story even though she had a split ankle and volunteer to make you posters for every single chapter for a story over 30 chapters....
Eve is very happy to have started writing.
It has been such a fulfiling journey.
Fulfilment is when someone tells you they laughed when you meant them to laugh, cry when you meant them to cry and feel angst when it was meant to be angsty.
Fulfilment is when people tell you they would go to a hotel lobby computer to follow on your story when they are on a holiday, read your story at one go to 5am in the morning, comment on your story even though she had a split ankle and volunteer to make you posters for every single chapter for a story over 30 chapters....
Eve is very happy to have started writing.
It has been such a fulfiling journey.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
Gods Rising From the East
Sorry gotta gush about my latest obsession :)
Dong Bang Shin Ki
Also known as To Ho Shin Ki, DBSK, DBSG, THSK, TVXQ
One of the most popular groups in Korea at the moment. Their fans can make a stadium look like national day during a concert. They are so powerful that other stars are afraid of offending their fans who have a notorious reputation.
Why I like them?
They can ALL sing, ALL dance and looks goooood...a lil young though but talented nonetheless. Yes I used them as characters for my current story :)
My top 2 favs?
Leader, Jung Yun Ho aka U-Know
Powerful dancer, the person I think with most potential to be as good in dance like how Rain is being remembered now. Good facial expressions too.
Junsu aka Xiah
His voice is the real deal. He sings live and it sounds like it's from the CD. Definitely deserves to be one of the lead vocals in DBSK. Second to Yunho in dance though he definitely wins hands down when it comes to smoother, sexier moves. The most well rounded artiste in DBSK to me
Here's a look at what they do:
The person who does the opening dance is Yunho followed by Junsu. See the red balloons? Those are their fans.
Thursday, June 07, 2007
True Love
I came across this video while watching some DBSK stuff and there was this part that really moved me.
The boys had gone to the countryside to visit the old folks there. One old man had lost his wife to disease and was telling the boys about how he loves her.
In an age where marriages used to be predominantly arranged, to be able to love like that is admirable. Modern people don't love like this anymore.
Watch this clip and listen to his story about helfway through the clip.
The boys had gone to the countryside to visit the old folks there. One old man had lost his wife to disease and was telling the boys about how he loves her.
In an age where marriages used to be predominantly arranged, to be able to love like that is admirable. Modern people don't love like this anymore.
Watch this clip and listen to his story about helfway through the clip.
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