还有四天，工作就结束了。
我须要喘息的空间和时间，还好，我还有两个星期休息的时间。
我要去很多地方。
就等这四天过后。
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Monday, August 28, 2006
朋友，不是要有就有的。
刚过去的周末有两个聚会，算是不错了，至少今年还有时间和精力和多一点朋友见面，而且都是很多年没有见面的朋友，本来还有点内疚和惭愧，可是见了面之后，时光仿佛倒流到我们认识的那个时候。
＊聚会（一）
星期六，本来约好和他们吃晚餐，可是做工所消耗的体力是无与伦比的大，结果懒得出门。然后晚上 10 点，WD 打了电话给我，说他们在等我，内疚感加倍，还是出门露个面比较好。结果，我们七个人一见面，就天南地北。后来，剩下四个人，从 Marina Square 转移阵地到 Bras Basah 的 McDonalds 不知不觉地聊到凌晨三点半。就连从澳洲回来的 GL 也说，我们这次好像是第一次聊到那么久。可是我们一点倦意也没有。
我们七个人从学生时代因为帮报馆拍照而认识，现在我们都没有再帮报馆拍照了。WY 还说她的镜头发霉了，哈哈，JX 说他的 dry pack 也坏了。今非昔比，我们都知道，不过还是有话题聊，骂早报的那几个高层如何还是那么死板，八卦某某某还是一样会拍马屁……哦 JX 明年要结婚了，祝福他。我们那段曾经一起搞摄影展的时光还是我比较刻骨铭心的，毕竟那时我只有 16 岁，以后，我们还有合作的机会吗？
＊聚会（二）
星期天，这是小学朋友的聚会，本来以为只有那几位，可是万万没有想到整整 12 年没有见面的小学朋友也来了，又惊又喜。是的，12 年，提到这个数字，感觉好像好久好久，但是聊起小学发生的事时，一切又历历在目，大家回味无穷。
谁谁谁坐在谁谁谁的旁边？哪个老师听写不及格会把作业本子丢到课室外？放学后喜欢在学校对面的小店买玩具，然后不想回家，跑去某人的家聚会玩 street fighter？到谁的家做 project 的时候，谁的父母会特别照顾我们？谁和谁曾经在班上打架，闹得满班风云？谁和谁每天早上要去 TAF Club 被老师叫去做额外的运动减轻体重？谁家住哪里，门牌几号，旧家的电话号码是什么竟然还有人记得？等等等……
这是一种很微妙的感觉。岁月不饶人无所谓，反正大家都无恙，而且一切还算顺利，这样就够了，做人始终要懂地惜福。以后，我们还会再保持联络的，不是吗？
人与人之间的关系是由缘分主导的，这是我一直以来的信念。
朋友，不是要有就有的。
＊聚会（一）
星期六，本来约好和他们吃晚餐，可是做工所消耗的体力是无与伦比的大，结果懒得出门。然后晚上 10 点，WD 打了电话给我，说他们在等我，内疚感加倍，还是出门露个面比较好。结果，我们七个人一见面，就天南地北。后来，剩下四个人，从 Marina Square 转移阵地到 Bras Basah 的 McDonalds 不知不觉地聊到凌晨三点半。就连从澳洲回来的 GL 也说，我们这次好像是第一次聊到那么久。可是我们一点倦意也没有。
我们七个人从学生时代因为帮报馆拍照而认识，现在我们都没有再帮报馆拍照了。WY 还说她的镜头发霉了，哈哈，JX 说他的 dry pack 也坏了。今非昔比，我们都知道，不过还是有话题聊，骂早报的那几个高层如何还是那么死板，八卦某某某还是一样会拍马屁……哦 JX 明年要结婚了，祝福他。我们那段曾经一起搞摄影展的时光还是我比较刻骨铭心的，毕竟那时我只有 16 岁，以后，我们还有合作的机会吗？
＊聚会（二）
星期天，这是小学朋友的聚会，本来以为只有那几位，可是万万没有想到整整 12 年没有见面的小学朋友也来了，又惊又喜。是的，12 年，提到这个数字，感觉好像好久好久，但是聊起小学发生的事时，一切又历历在目，大家回味无穷。
谁谁谁坐在谁谁谁的旁边？哪个老师听写不及格会把作业本子丢到课室外？放学后喜欢在学校对面的小店买玩具，然后不想回家，跑去某人的家聚会玩 street fighter？到谁的家做 project 的时候，谁的父母会特别照顾我们？谁和谁曾经在班上打架，闹得满班风云？谁和谁每天早上要去 TAF Club 被老师叫去做额外的运动减轻体重？谁家住哪里，门牌几号，旧家的电话号码是什么竟然还有人记得？等等等……
这是一种很微妙的感觉。岁月不饶人无所谓，反正大家都无恙，而且一切还算顺利，这样就够了，做人始终要懂地惜福。以后，我们还会再保持联络的，不是吗？
人与人之间的关系是由缘分主导的，这是我一直以来的信念。
朋友，不是要有就有的。
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
要不要打瞌睡，再看着办
大学的资料一份又一份慢慢地送来，我看到眼花缭乱。一年要念完两年的课程，是可以做到的，H. M. 一直这么跟我说。课程选择很多，琳琅满目，可是，我看到大多数的课程题目，就要打瞌睡，什么"Japanese Politics and Political Economy", "China in World Politics", "Chinese Politics: The Transformation and the Eras of Reform", "The US and Asia During the Cold War", "US-China Relations: From the Opium War to Tiananmen", "Meiji Japan"……这些课程我大概是会选修，还没真正读，单看题目就想睡觉。其他课程好像比较有趣，比如"Marriage and Kinship", "The Japanese Tea Ceremony: The History, Aesthetics, and Politics Behind a National Pastime", "East Asian Cinema", "Lives of the Samurai"等等，这些好像没有多大用处，要读也是读爽的。
到底怎么选，到了那边再看着办。
到底怎么选，到了那边再看着办。
Sunday, August 20, 2006
工作小插曲
很多朋友问为什么这么久没有 update blog 了，刚刚 log-in Blogger 的网站，才发现真的，已经超过一个月没有写了。我只能说，不好意思，真的没时间，没精力，做工的时间虽然飞逝而过，下班后就不想再用脑写东西了。
这一个多月以来，一切还算顺利，只不过前几天发生了一段我从来没有想过会发生的工作小插曲，目前我还是看不出我到底错在哪里，请了各位主任给我意见，还在等待中。深江说或许我没错，或许真的是我判断出了错误，但总是个学习的经验，他还没仔细看我的文章，所以没办法给予确实的看法，只好耐心等待……慧玲也这么说，相信也会给我宝贵的意见，读者的投诉不是没有道理，只是我不完全同意……有结论再 update 吧。
这一个多月以来，一切还算顺利，只不过前几天发生了一段我从来没有想过会发生的工作小插曲，目前我还是看不出我到底错在哪里，请了各位主任给我意见，还在等待中。深江说或许我没错，或许真的是我判断出了错误，但总是个学习的经验，他还没仔细看我的文章，所以没办法给予确实的看法，只好耐心等待……慧玲也这么说，相信也会给我宝贵的意见，读者的投诉不是没有道理，只是我不完全同意……有结论再 update 吧。
Friday, July 14, 2006
I'm still alive.
To those who frequent my blog:
我还活着。有空再写。
I’m still alive. Will write soon when I’m free.
我还活着。有空再写。
I’m still alive. Will write soon when I’m free.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Moving woes
Ok, it must be me. My I-20 form has finally been settled only after 4 weeks. Now I’m stuck at the SEVIS I-901 fee payment, which I paid very early on 16th June, and after 13 days, it still has not been processed. Hey, I paid electronically, not via cheque sent by slow regular mail. What is wrong with the efficiency of the US immigration? Or maybe it is just me.
And so, I cannot proceed onto the ACTUAL visa application. There are 4 forms - DS-156, DS-157, DS-158 and SGP V-4 - to fill in which should not be a problem since this process only involves me. Then, I need to get a cashier’s order from the bank for the visa fee (another fee!!!), since the embassy accepts no other forms of payment, not even debit or credit card or even cash. What is wrong with them?
And then I realise I need to retake my passport photos, since the US immigration only accepts photos that are exactly 2 inches by 2 inches. What the hell.
And so, without the US visa, my 2 boxes to the US are stuck at the UK depot, and so I cannot settle all payment for the shipment and so I cannot close my UK bank accounts before I leave the UK. My 3 boxes to Singapore are already on their way home, and I sent all 5 boxes at the same time. What the fuck.
And to top it all up, my toothache is coming back.
What a great summer!
And what a great way to say goodbye to London!
And so, I cannot proceed onto the ACTUAL visa application. There are 4 forms - DS-156, DS-157, DS-158 and SGP V-4 - to fill in which should not be a problem since this process only involves me. Then, I need to get a cashier’s order from the bank for the visa fee (another fee!!!), since the embassy accepts no other forms of payment, not even debit or credit card or even cash. What is wrong with them?
And then I realise I need to retake my passport photos, since the US immigration only accepts photos that are exactly 2 inches by 2 inches. What the hell.
And so, without the US visa, my 2 boxes to the US are stuck at the UK depot, and so I cannot settle all payment for the shipment and so I cannot close my UK bank accounts before I leave the UK. My 3 boxes to Singapore are already on their way home, and I sent all 5 boxes at the same time. What the fuck.
And to top it all up, my toothache is coming back.
What a great summer!
And what a great way to say goodbye to London!
Saturday, June 24, 2006
整理三年
整理收拾了一个星期还没整理收拾完，三年内累积的东西比想象中的还要多。
已经不忍心丢了很多，也送了很多，还是剩下一大堆。
没办法，三年的点点滴滴怎么能在几天内就草草收拾完毕呢？
所以，我得忍着牙痛（和心痛）把回家的日期再度延迟。
明天不回岛国了。
已经不忍心丢了很多，也送了很多，还是剩下一大堆。
没办法，三年的点点滴滴怎么能在几天内就草草收拾完毕呢？
所以，我得忍着牙痛（和心痛）把回家的日期再度延迟。
明天不回岛国了。
Monday, June 19, 2006
Packing Pangs
Packing pangs have officially set in. I am truly amazed by how much stuff I’ve accumulated in three years. I had 4 big boxes (120 kg) at the end of year 1, and 6 boxes (180 kg) by the end of year 2. I’m definite I have more rubbish than last year, maybe 8 boxes (240 kg) now?
I cannot afford to keep everything and ship everything home or to America, though I want to. It’s either throwing into bins, or giving to friends, or donating to charity. Hopefully I’ll end up with just 4 boxes.
I know I’ll eventually get through all these packing woes. I just need time. And patience.
*By the way, we queued for 50 minutes to get crepes just now and the creperie boss unexpectedly said to me, “It’s you again! You come everyday!” In actual fact, I haven’t been to eat crepes for 3 weeks. I’ll miss the crepes. I’m 101% sure I can’t find any other crepes in the world better than Hampstead’s. :(
I cannot afford to keep everything and ship everything home or to America, though I want to. It’s either throwing into bins, or giving to friends, or donating to charity. Hopefully I’ll end up with just 4 boxes.
I know I’ll eventually get through all these packing woes. I just need time. And patience.
*By the way, we queued for 50 minutes to get crepes just now and the creperie boss unexpectedly said to me, “It’s you again! You come everyday!” In actual fact, I haven’t been to eat crepes for 3 weeks. I’ll miss the crepes. I’m 101% sure I can’t find any other crepes in the world better than Hampstead’s. :(
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Friday, June 16, 2006
Only my tooth can decide.
There are pros and cons in life. One cannot expect to be lucky all the time.
Provisional results were out, and I was just a few thousandths of a percentage less than the first and second positions and could have done *just* slightly better to get the prize of 200 pounds. But I’m happy nevertheless to come third in the cohort. =)
Switzerland was awesome, Madrid was not bad either. But I had to cancel my 8-days Scotland trip starting tomorrow, because of an excruciating toothache (so much more painful than the wisdom teeth) which has been put under control with a strong dose of antibiotics, forfeiting the train tickets and hostel reservation charges (which thankfully did not exceed 40 pounds in total). I had to choose to part with 450 pounds to have my nerve at the root of my tooth removed in London, or to go back home earlier to get the ache sorted out at a much cheaper price. So, I might be back in humid Singapore as early as next week, currently booked on the flight SQ319 on 24th June, next Saturday. Hopefully, I can endure the pain and extend my stay in London and leave on 7th July as initially planned, but I seriously doubt so.
Stella said I can stay as long as I want. Yes I want to, but I have no choice. I don’t want to leave London. Only my tooth can decide now.
Provisional results were out, and I was just a few thousandths of a percentage less than the first and second positions and could have done *just* slightly better to get the prize of 200 pounds. But I’m happy nevertheless to come third in the cohort. =)
Switzerland was awesome, Madrid was not bad either. But I had to cancel my 8-days Scotland trip starting tomorrow, because of an excruciating toothache (so much more painful than the wisdom teeth) which has been put under control with a strong dose of antibiotics, forfeiting the train tickets and hostel reservation charges (which thankfully did not exceed 40 pounds in total). I had to choose to part with 450 pounds to have my nerve at the root of my tooth removed in London, or to go back home earlier to get the ache sorted out at a much cheaper price. So, I might be back in humid Singapore as early as next week, currently booked on the flight SQ319 on 24th June, next Saturday. Hopefully, I can endure the pain and extend my stay in London and leave on 7th July as initially planned, but I seriously doubt so.
Stella said I can stay as long as I want. Yes I want to, but I have no choice. I don’t want to leave London. Only my tooth can decide now.
Saturday, May 27, 2006
Oh well...
Final exams have ended two days ago, and I’m really really really glad that the 3 weeks are now over. A frustrating revision period reading the stuff which I like and which I know I cannot continue to pursue. Glorious sunshine that afternoon lifted my mood for a while. But sunshine and happiness is fleeting - it’s now surprisingly getting cold and dreary yet again on a Saturday afternoon today, with the grey clouds hanging unbelievably low in the sky, not like spring, but more like autumn.
I had some time to rest after exams, and I gave myself a few hours off that afternoon after the finalists’ party. I worked so hard, though some exams could have been better in my opinion. But grades don’t really matter much to me now. What’s the difference between getting a First Class Honours and a Second Upper now? Maybe afterall, I’m not fated to go to Stanford to do Masters in a totally different field - Stanford rejected my I-20 request (a required certificate for student visa application) not once, but three times (and it’s still not settled yet). Is God telling me to follow my interest in Psychology?
Walking alone under glorious sunshine (20 degrees that day!) from Euston to Russell Square to Holborn to Covent Garden to Leicester Square to Trafalgar Square, down Whitehall to Big Ben, after which I sat at Parliament Square for 30 minutes writing a letter to my professor, in which I vented my frustrations. I felt so happy and so free that moment. Free in a bustling London.
What’s done has been done and cannot be undone. I’ll just leave everything to fate. And yes, I still need to talk to that bastard at Stanford to sort out my I-20. Americans don’t seem to understand proper English. Oh well…
I had some time to rest after exams, and I gave myself a few hours off that afternoon after the finalists’ party. I worked so hard, though some exams could have been better in my opinion. But grades don’t really matter much to me now. What’s the difference between getting a First Class Honours and a Second Upper now? Maybe afterall, I’m not fated to go to Stanford to do Masters in a totally different field - Stanford rejected my I-20 request (a required certificate for student visa application) not once, but three times (and it’s still not settled yet). Is God telling me to follow my interest in Psychology?
Walking alone under glorious sunshine (20 degrees that day!) from Euston to Russell Square to Holborn to Covent Garden to Leicester Square to Trafalgar Square, down Whitehall to Big Ben, after which I sat at Parliament Square for 30 minutes writing a letter to my professor, in which I vented my frustrations. I felt so happy and so free that moment. Free in a bustling London.
What’s done has been done and cannot be undone. I’ll just leave everything to fate. And yes, I still need to talk to that bastard at Stanford to sort out my I-20. Americans don’t seem to understand proper English. Oh well…
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Summer!
Four more days to my last exam, and I’ll be set free!
Summer plans have been more or less confirmed. I’ll be backpacking in Switzerland, Spain and Scotland (hmm… now I realise that they all start with the letter S), before leaving London permanently on the night of July 7th (so that I can attend the memorial service that day). That’s less than 2 months to say goodbye to everyone here. =(
And then I’ll rest for 1.5 days before starting work on July 10th for 2 months. News desk posting has just been confirmed - and this is the first time I’m actually looking forward to working (this is my 5th internship). Well, it’s a new paper, so maybe not much constraints.
And then, I’ll have a break for maybe 1 week before heading to California. Not that excited, surprisingly.
It’s time to return to books now. After Thursday, it’s goodbye to personality, goodbye to emotions, goodbye to memory mechanisms, goodbye to cognition, goodbye to neuroscience, goodbye to mental illness; and it’s hello China, hello Korea, hello Japan, hello politics, hello history, hello economics... Not looking forward but whatever.
Summer plans have been more or less confirmed. I’ll be backpacking in Switzerland, Spain and Scotland (hmm… now I realise that they all start with the letter S), before leaving London permanently on the night of July 7th (so that I can attend the memorial service that day). That’s less than 2 months to say goodbye to everyone here. =(
And then I’ll rest for 1.5 days before starting work on July 10th for 2 months. News desk posting has just been confirmed - and this is the first time I’m actually looking forward to working (this is my 5th internship). Well, it’s a new paper, so maybe not much constraints.
And then, I’ll have a break for maybe 1 week before heading to California. Not that excited, surprisingly.
It’s time to return to books now. After Thursday, it’s goodbye to personality, goodbye to emotions, goodbye to memory mechanisms, goodbye to cognition, goodbye to neuroscience, goodbye to mental illness; and it’s hello China, hello Korea, hello Japan, hello politics, hello history, hello economics... Not looking forward but whatever.
Saturday, May 13, 2006
I should have known better...
I should be happy when Harvey wrote me a letter a few days ago, saying that the department is submitting my dissertation for publication in the academic journal, although Harvey said “there is no guarantee that papers we submit will be accepted.”
Lagnado said to me that would be excellent and “you would have something to put on your CV.”
I should be happy, but I’m not.
Instead, I am plainly frustrated.
Haggard said he’s willing to do anything that helps, within his capabilities that can get me out of the bond, so that I can continue PhD in Psychology.
Ah well, I should have known better when I signed my name on that piece of paper 5 years ago. I’ve given up.
Like Harvey said, the accepted publication would probably only “remind me of your time as a psychologist.”
I don’t know what to reply to them.
Lagnado said to me that would be excellent and “you would have something to put on your CV.”
I should be happy, but I’m not.
Instead, I am plainly frustrated.
Haggard said he’s willing to do anything that helps, within his capabilities that can get me out of the bond, so that I can continue PhD in Psychology.
Ah well, I should have known better when I signed my name on that piece of paper 5 years ago. I’ve given up.
Like Harvey said, the accepted publication would probably only “remind me of your time as a psychologist.”
I don’t know what to reply to them.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Amazed
I am truly amazed today by the people who walked out of the exam hall 30 minutes after the exam started. Either their writing speed is phenomenal, or they just couldn’t be bothered (the latter sounds more likely), which is good news for the rest for us. I mean I wrote 16 pages (no line spacing) in 3 hours -- yes my right hand is still trembling now -- and I still couldn’t finish what I want to answer. How can they finish 3 essays in 30 minutes? Yeah, good, these people should all fail. Yah, I’m evil and sadistic. But I need the first class honours. Let the competition begin. All who have shown efforts (at least all of us who sat through 3 hours) should all be rewarded.
On another note, I still can’t believe forensic psychology came out on the clinical psychology exam today. What’s wrong with the lecturers?
On another note, I still can’t believe forensic psychology came out on the clinical psychology exam today. What’s wrong with the lecturers?
Friday, April 28, 2006
Terminal
Terminal
I have officially reached the terminal stage of exam preparations.
First, I left my thumb-drive in Lab 1, only realising after I got out of the building. (This has never happened to me.)
Then I walked past my Dutch classmate in DMS Watson, only knowing it’s her after she stopped me. (This has never happened as well.)
So, if you see me on the streets and I’m ignoring you, it’s not that I want to ignore you, but my mind just somehow gets dissociated from my body. I’m just too engrossed in don’t-know-what and fail to notice you consciously.
On another note, you know you are ready when you can spot mistakes on lecture handouts. Give me any question and I’ll give you flawless essays, I wish.
I have officially reached the terminal stage of exam preparations.
First, I left my thumb-drive in Lab 1, only realising after I got out of the building. (This has never happened to me.)
Then I walked past my Dutch classmate in DMS Watson, only knowing it’s her after she stopped me. (This has never happened as well.)
So, if you see me on the streets and I’m ignoring you, it’s not that I want to ignore you, but my mind just somehow gets dissociated from my body. I’m just too engrossed in don’t-know-what and fail to notice you consciously.
On another note, you know you are ready when you can spot mistakes on lecture handouts. Give me any question and I’ll give you flawless essays, I wish.
Monday, April 24, 2006
我真的不知道
我真的不知道
时间所剩无几。
他们都说现在辛苦是值得的。
天啊。75% 不是开玩笑。
连老板都说：“功课要紧，一个月交也没问题。”
我真的不知道。
我从来没有这样不肯定。
我真的不知道。
我有种不详的感觉。
我真的不知道。
时间所剩无几。
他们都说现在辛苦是值得的。
天啊。75% 不是开玩笑。
连老板都说：“功课要紧，一个月交也没问题。”
我真的不知道。
我从来没有这样不肯定。
我真的不知道。
我有种不详的感觉。
我真的不知道。
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
I'm getting a newspaper column, or hopefully...
Seriously, I initially thought my editor sent the email to the wrong person, but after reading the entire email, it turns out it's addressed to me. No errors.
I've been invited to write a commentary column every fortnight for the new Chinese daily due to circulate in June 1st.
It came as a surprise, or should I say shock. I admit when I start work offcially, I do yearn a personal column where I can just rant anything. This came a bit too early, but I suppose it's a good sign. =)
What makes me more excited is I can write about anything, no restrictions except for the usual you-know-what. And since this is a new paper, there doesn't seem to be too much rules to conform to like those in traditional Zaobao.
As my editor wrote: "我们在乎的是看法，表达上可以稍微个人一点......我们的言论不会像早报这么正统、严肃，可以允许稍微偏离主流的调子......尽管写来吧，不要有太大的负担。"
I need to crack my brain soon... haha... what if, eventually the things I write are all crap that can't be published...
(Exams are more important now.)
Seriously, I initially thought my editor sent the email to the wrong person, but after reading the entire email, it turns out it's addressed to me. No errors.
I've been invited to write a commentary column every fortnight for the new Chinese daily due to circulate in June 1st.
It came as a surprise, or should I say shock. I admit when I start work offcially, I do yearn a personal column where I can just rant anything. This came a bit too early, but I suppose it's a good sign. =)
What makes me more excited is I can write about anything, no restrictions except for the usual you-know-what. And since this is a new paper, there doesn't seem to be too much rules to conform to like those in traditional Zaobao.
As my editor wrote: "我们在乎的是看法，表达上可以稍微个人一点......我们的言论不会像早报这么正统、严肃，可以允许稍微偏离主流的调子......尽管写来吧，不要有太大的负担。"
I need to crack my brain soon... haha... what if, eventually the things I write are all crap that can't be published...
(Exams are more important now.)
Monday, April 17, 2006
Wicked London
It's an irony. I was desperately pushing SPH to confirm my Masters just last week, and when they finally did, I'm more relieved than happy actually. So the harsh conclusion now is: my days in London are numbered, and the more I think of this, the more I am not looking forward to going to America. How can three years just zoom past like that? There are still so many things I haven't done and seen yet. Well, there's absolutely no way that I can attend my graduation ceremony, because it clashes with damn SPH's internship. So, I'm trying to prolong my stay in London in the coming summer as long as possible now, tentatively after July 7th, leaving me 6 weeks after exams to say goodbye to wicked London. Don Mclean's "Streets of London" inevitably sprung up to mind:
"So how can you tell me you're lonely,
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind"
It's an irony. I was desperately pushing SPH to confirm my Masters just last week, and when they finally did, I'm more relieved than happy actually. So the harsh conclusion now is: my days in London are numbered, and the more I think of this, the more I am not looking forward to going to America. How can three years just zoom past like that? There are still so many things I haven't done and seen yet. Well, there's absolutely no way that I can attend my graduation ceremony, because it clashes with damn SPH's internship. So, I'm trying to prolong my stay in London in the coming summer as long as possible now, tentatively after July 7th, leaving me 6 weeks after exams to say goodbye to wicked London. Don Mclean's "Streets of London" inevitably sprung up to mind:
"So how can you tell me you're lonely,
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind"
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Billy
Billy
Ok, I admit I am obsessed with Billy now. In less than 24 hours after watching the musical, I bought myself another ticket (55 pounds) on the last day of my exams.
Another song, besides Electricity, that has been on replay mode since that night: =)
Dear Billy [Billy’s Reply]
BILLY:
And please, Mammy…
know that I will always be
proud to have known you
proud that you were mine
Proud in everything…
And I promise you this, Mammy.
BILLY:
In everything I do
I’ll always be myself,
MUM:
In everything you do
Always be yourself
BILLY:
Mammy.
And I always will be true.
MUM:
Love you forever.
BILLY:
Love you forever.
MUM:
Love you forever.
BILLY:
Mam.
Bye Mam.
Ok, I admit I am obsessed with Billy now. In less than 24 hours after watching the musical, I bought myself another ticket (55 pounds) on the last day of my exams.
Another song, besides Electricity, that has been on replay mode since that night: =)
Dear Billy [Billy’s Reply]
BILLY:
And please, Mammy…
know that I will always be
proud to have known you
proud that you were mine
Proud in everything…
And I promise you this, Mammy.
BILLY:
In everything I do
I’ll always be myself,
MUM:
In everything you do
Always be yourself
BILLY:
Mammy.
And I always will be true.
MUM:
Love you forever.
BILLY:
Love you forever.
MUM:
Love you forever.
BILLY:
Mam.
Bye Mam.
Friday, April 14, 2006
Electrifying Billy Elliot!
I thought I needed to do something except than studying, since this is the first Easter holiday that I am staying in London and not going anywhere for holiday.
So, I finally saw Billy Elliot The Musical yesterday night, and it was electrifying! The film version was already very good, but the musical was way better. The ticket wasn’t cheap but it’s definitely worth every penny. (And it was difficult to get hold of a ticket last minute as well.) So, I have decided I am going to watch Billy Elliot again before I leave London for good, which is probably the best way to say goodbye to the West End and London.
All the Billys are only 10-12-year-old kids, and it’s really amazing how such young boys can act and dance and sing for 3 hours 3 times a week. One can just tell how much hard work the boys and the entire cast and backstage crew has put in. I am truly impressed.
I incidentally found this video on youtube, showing Liam Mower as Billy Elliot singing Electricity, which was one of the scenes in the musical sold out every night. (Apart from missing his cue and forgetting the first few words of the song, Liam was fantastic and this was exactly what I saw yesterday. Obviously, it was better seeing Liam right before your eyes.) There’s another scene of Billy flying on the stage, which was the most electrifying I think, but not shown on this video.
Enjoy.
(When can I be as free as Billy???)
Electricity ~~ Lyrics by Lee Hall, Music by Elton John
I can’t really explain it, I haven’t got the words
It’s a feeling that you can’t control
I suppose it’s like forgetting, losing who you are
And at the same time something makes you whole
It’s like that there’s a music playing in your ear
And I’m listening, and I’m listening and then I disappear
And then I feel a change
Like a fire deep inside
Something bursting me wide open impossible to hide
And suddenly I’m flying, flying like a bird
Like electricity, electricity
Sparks inside of me
And I’m free I’m free
It’s a bit like being angry, it’s a bit like being scared
Confused and all mixed up and mad as hell
It’s like when you’ve been crying
And you’re empty and you’re full
I don’t know what it is it’s hard to tell
It’s like that there’s a music playing in your ear
But the music is impossible impossible to hear
But then I feel it move me
Like a burning deep inside
Something bursting me wide open impossible to hide
And suddenly I’m flying, flying like a bird
Like electricity, electricity
Sparks inside of me
And I’m free I’m free
Electricity, sparks inside of me
And I’m free, I’m free
I’m free
I thought I needed to do something except than studying, since this is the first Easter holiday that I am staying in London and not going anywhere for holiday.
So, I finally saw Billy Elliot The Musical yesterday night, and it was electrifying! The film version was already very good, but the musical was way better. The ticket wasn’t cheap but it’s definitely worth every penny. (And it was difficult to get hold of a ticket last minute as well.) So, I have decided I am going to watch Billy Elliot again before I leave London for good, which is probably the best way to say goodbye to the West End and London.
All the Billys are only 10-12-year-old kids, and it’s really amazing how such young boys can act and dance and sing for 3 hours 3 times a week. One can just tell how much hard work the boys and the entire cast and backstage crew has put in. I am truly impressed.
I incidentally found this video on youtube, showing Liam Mower as Billy Elliot singing Electricity, which was one of the scenes in the musical sold out every night. (Apart from missing his cue and forgetting the first few words of the song, Liam was fantastic and this was exactly what I saw yesterday. Obviously, it was better seeing Liam right before your eyes.) There’s another scene of Billy flying on the stage, which was the most electrifying I think, but not shown on this video.
Enjoy.
(When can I be as free as Billy???)
Electricity ~~ Lyrics by Lee Hall, Music by Elton John
I can’t really explain it, I haven’t got the words
It’s a feeling that you can’t control
I suppose it’s like forgetting, losing who you are
And at the same time something makes you whole
It’s like that there’s a music playing in your ear
And I’m listening, and I’m listening and then I disappear
And then I feel a change
Like a fire deep inside
Something bursting me wide open impossible to hide
And suddenly I’m flying, flying like a bird
Like electricity, electricity
Sparks inside of me
And I’m free I’m free
It’s a bit like being angry, it’s a bit like being scared
Confused and all mixed up and mad as hell
It’s like when you’ve been crying
And you’re empty and you’re full
I don’t know what it is it’s hard to tell
It’s like that there’s a music playing in your ear
But the music is impossible impossible to hear
But then I feel it move me
Like a burning deep inside
Something bursting me wide open impossible to hide
And suddenly I’m flying, flying like a bird
Like electricity, electricity
Sparks inside of me
And I’m free I’m free
Electricity, sparks inside of me
And I’m free, I’m free
I’m free
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