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Katy Perry f. Snoop Dogg 'California Gurls' (video)
I've recently realized how Armani Exchange and Guess stores are often situated near each other in retail spaces, their proximity revealed by the identical and cliched "Sex on a beach/We don't mind sand in our stilettos" ad spreads plastered across their window displays.
Sara Bareilles 'King Of Anything' (video)
I don't think there can be enough of Sara Bareilles. Muse to some incredible choreography I've experienced recently - Magnus' Winter Song and Steph's Gravity - her new single is probably too jaunty to reach the same heights of the sublime, but it is joy still.
Estelle f. Nas 'Fall In Love' (video)
In a move as irritating as running out of a videoed choreography, recording artists like to rechristen flop releases as buzz singles, in an attempt to preserve an already less-than-stellar track record. A flop is a flop. A flop buzz single (Freak) is no more dignified than a flop official single (Fall In Love).
Robyn 'Fembot'
Robyn, on the other hand, operates aboveboard, offers three promo singles and one official single. A single is a single, though, and Fembot, bright and hooks aplenty, is the best of the lot.
Kris Allen 'The Truth' (video)
If record companies often seem desperate in tacking a featured artist onto a single for the sheer sake of clout (in Estelle's case, they couldn't even decide which, and released two versions, the second with John Legend), the ludicrous inclusion of Pat Monahan of Train to butcher the middle eight in Kris Allen's The Truth takes the cake, a version I refuse to acknowledge. Here is my splice of the radio and album versions. I was going to use this song for the jazz class Chun asked me to replace but lately realized I cannot make it.
Pixie Lott 'Turn It Up' (video)
I haven't been a fan of Pixie Lott's songs thus far, but this pocketful of Natasha Bedingfield is highly agreeable.
Kylie Minogue 'All The Lovers' (video)
There's something un-sexy about a Christmas tree-shaped orgy... It's a great song, though - hope she gets another UK number one. It's about time!
Katharine McPhee and Zachary Levi 'Terrified' (video)
This is apparently another promotional single, but thankfully money came from somewhere to make a pretty video for it. Who is Zachary Levi? He is Chuck!
Fyfe Dangerfield 'She's Always A Woman' (video)
It was incredibly refreshing to hear this song in the piles and piles of disheartening dross that is this year's music, a good tune, thoughtful lyrics and a heartfelt vocal so hard to come by today. To my sad surprise I find out that it is in fact not entirely modern, but a cover of Billy Joel (sad piano man who gave my favourite sad piano song And So It Goes). Fyfe is the frontman of English band Guillemots, who make pretty good music themselves. This cover was popularized on a John Lewis commercial (video), which tellingly leaves the choruses out.
M.I.A. 'Born Free' (video)
Firstly, a warning that the video contains violence of the simulated slow-motion splattery sort. Another non-official single (I don't quite like any M.I.A. track whose title starts with X), Born Free is accomplished beautiful noise, which to me is essentially what rock should be. The nine-minute video, like the song, is all atmosphere, palpitation, urgency, and claustrophobia, although I probably wouldn't watch it again anytime soon.
23.6.10
17.6.10
I don't know why I woke up
7 am. I don't know why I woke up. I had tossed till quite a late hour. It was pouring outside. I had a mug of Milo with random hunk of bread, watched a video, felt incredibly stupid, and went back to bed.
8 am. Set alarm back. And again. And again. And again. And again.
10 am. Toss toss. Dad asks what bags are. I ask where car is. I walk straight past car in the basement to take the lift to the higher decks where I spiral up and down lugging the bags. Drive was good, except for honky tonk badonkadonk driver from right vying for same lane as I from left.
11 am. I open the front door wordless. Drove home and got ready for lunch with dad and aunt's family (her treat) at AquaMarine.
1 pm. Me likey oysters.
3 pm. Dad drops me off at Orchard Central. I descend into the basement and read by the three urns. Read was highly enjoyable, as was being artificially hugged in the cold. A nap in a chiropractically unsound position led to neckache and loss of appetite.
6 pm. I reached O School early to change and defrost for Gin and Fredy's. Forgetstepititis (coupled today with bronchitis) strikes more frequently nowadays.
9 pm. The hater is finally revealed after crispy chicken and a sip of milk tea, although I wonder if he was the only one.
10 pm. Bus home with Puay Son.
8 am. Set alarm back. And again. And again. And again. And again.
10 am. Toss toss. Dad asks what bags are. I ask where car is. I walk straight past car in the basement to take the lift to the higher decks where I spiral up and down lugging the bags. Drive was good, except for honky tonk badonkadonk driver from right vying for same lane as I from left.
11 am. I open the front door wordless. Drove home and got ready for lunch with dad and aunt's family (her treat) at AquaMarine.
1 pm. Me likey oysters.
3 pm. Dad drops me off at Orchard Central. I descend into the basement and read by the three urns. Read was highly enjoyable, as was being artificially hugged in the cold. A nap in a chiropractically unsound position led to neckache and loss of appetite.
6 pm. I reached O School early to change and defrost for Gin and Fredy's. Forgetstepititis (coupled today with bronchitis) strikes more frequently nowadays.
9 pm. The hater is finally revealed after crispy chicken and a sip of milk tea, although I wonder if he was the only one.
10 pm. Bus home with Puay Son.
9.6.10
Gravity
It was joy to get third for Dance Xplosion, relief to have it all be over. All my try-tries-again and jiayou-Freds worked out okay onstage I think. Anyone who thinks I should be at a job by now probably doesn't understand the loss of time. I don't know what our future as a team is, but it will be tough regardless.
Stephanie Phua sharing GRAVITY tmrw! noon nyhse. contempish. last min but come if ure free :)
Saturday at 02:31
Steph + Gravity just sounded like amazingness. Yvonne probably bobbed by her computer screen when I told her about it. I tried to ask Steph on Chat whether (acquainted) strangers were allowed but she had crashed I think. I said to Yvonne that Steph is probably the kind to appreciate ballsiness and "confirm plus points" for two eager zombies showing up at her doorstep. And so we plotted to crash the session.
The early-morning journey to China was nice. Cool weather. Half-empty train. Climb up deserted hill. Sighting of soaring black hornbill with white-fringed wings (Yvonne spotted an inverse-coloured one too). It was a long wait before Vernon and Xiao Jun appeared, and some time more before Steph arrived apologetic.
Steph + Gravity was amazingness. She was paiseh about her "notpreparedtoteachness", but it was just the amorphous musicality. She taught well. Choreography was simple and beautiful. Filthying the mirror was shockingly poignant; leaning against the cold, flat, unresponsive surface, the vertical plane gives no rest, and all you find is your own reflection. The session was a lot like my Platform? I've been endlessly repeating the song and recapping the steps. Steph even wrote "Learning to Let Go is always a struggle" at the end of her video. LOL. Her solo was awesome--effusive, natural, complete with dancey dynamics.
In the evening, I went to watch Eonnagata. I loved it. Lighting and costume are state-of-the-art. Sylvie Guillem is a feisty ballerina. Russell Maliphant is strong, present and beautiful. Robert Lepage sadly pales in comparison, but you are compelled to cut him some slack after learning that he is not trained as a dancer. The three are 45, 48, 52 years old respectively. Gives us all hope, no?
I finally made it for an Elm Pizarro class on Monday. To steal Yvonne's words, he is charming to a fault (to me, much like Alvin de Castro before him). He taught Marques Houston's Circle. I love the groove and flow of his style, and the long phrasing of his choreography.
On my way home, with a drizzle on my skin and Gravity in my ears, it suddenly occurred to me that "to drown in your love and not feel your rain" means to be completely and continually immersed in you and not to just experience tiny, intermittent drops. A+ for me.
Stephanie Phua sharing GRAVITY tmrw! noon nyhse. contempish. last min but come if ure free :)
Saturday at 02:31
Steph + Gravity just sounded like amazingness. Yvonne probably bobbed by her computer screen when I told her about it. I tried to ask Steph on Chat whether (acquainted) strangers were allowed but she had crashed I think. I said to Yvonne that Steph is probably the kind to appreciate ballsiness and "confirm plus points" for two eager zombies showing up at her doorstep. And so we plotted to crash the session.
The early-morning journey to China was nice. Cool weather. Half-empty train. Climb up deserted hill. Sighting of soaring black hornbill with white-fringed wings (Yvonne spotted an inverse-coloured one too). It was a long wait before Vernon and Xiao Jun appeared, and some time more before Steph arrived apologetic.
Steph + Gravity was amazingness. She was paiseh about her "notpreparedtoteachness", but it was just the amorphous musicality. She taught well. Choreography was simple and beautiful. Filthying the mirror was shockingly poignant; leaning against the cold, flat, unresponsive surface, the vertical plane gives no rest, and all you find is your own reflection. The session was a lot like my Platform? I've been endlessly repeating the song and recapping the steps. Steph even wrote "Learning to Let Go is always a struggle" at the end of her video. LOL. Her solo was awesome--effusive, natural, complete with dancey dynamics.
In the evening, I went to watch Eonnagata. I loved it. Lighting and costume are state-of-the-art. Sylvie Guillem is a feisty ballerina. Russell Maliphant is strong, present and beautiful. Robert Lepage sadly pales in comparison, but you are compelled to cut him some slack after learning that he is not trained as a dancer. The three are 45, 48, 52 years old respectively. Gives us all hope, no?
I finally made it for an Elm Pizarro class on Monday. To steal Yvonne's words, he is charming to a fault (to me, much like Alvin de Castro before him). He taught Marques Houston's Circle. I love the groove and flow of his style, and the long phrasing of his choreography.
On my way home, with a drizzle on my skin and Gravity in my ears, it suddenly occurred to me that "to drown in your love and not feel your rain" means to be completely and continually immersed in you and not to just experience tiny, intermittent drops. A+ for me.
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