Wednesday, 28 October 2009

American Ballet Company

I watched ballet last night. Before you say "Not again" and move on to your next tab for what-you-think-is-more-interesting porn, read on...

I watched ballet with Lee Hsien Loong last night. That got your attention, didn't it?

I know, who cares about the ballet if the costumes do not excite?

If you really have to and wanna know, Sinatra Suite was a crowd favourite with its ingenuity. I can imagine myself seated comfortably in a lush red velvet cushion armchair in a smoke-filled salsa club, with a cigar in one hand and a glass of scotch in the other, enjoying the two lovelorn dancers' bickers and lovesickness. Paloma Herrera & Sascha Radetsky made me almost wished that I have a Latin lover.

It's nice to finally see some Asian faces on an international ballet stage. Mizuko Ueno was every bit the Sleeping Beauty princess with her bejewelled crown and Oscar-worthy smile. Having said that, I feel she did Carmen no justice. The sultriness, passion and sensualness were simply lacking in her moves.

Iana Salenko and Marian Walter exuded such perfect chemistry performing Not Anymore that I had my eyes intensely glued on them. The unbutton shirts, tousled hair and grovelling had the audience wolf whistling and for a moment, I forgot it's ballet.

But I sure didn't forget that I had the Prime Minister for company.

Tuesday, 27 October 2009

What the Stars Say for 27 Oct 2009

The stars say, "Get ready to have a great day! There's a lot of good energy circulating around you".

Maria Pages Turns a New Page

When the curtains lifted, I saw some huge jersey curtains draped across the stage. "What is going on?" I thought. Before I had any chance to guess, they came onto the stage.

The global economic crisis has hit everyone and the arts industry isn't spared. Maria Pages' company must have affected as well because a crew of 20 is reduced to a mere two - Maria and Sidi. With two, what can we expect?

The subdued, controlled dance steps of Maria brought us back to basic. Last year, it was about pleasing the audience. This year, it's about new discoveries. It's not about fanciful footwork but footwork itself. The dance steps were mellow but very evolved. Strangely, how did the pair of sneakers on Sidi find their way on the same stage with a flamenco dance performance?

Then it's dance meets visual art when Sidi worked magic with his hands with amazing sand drawings! He started off with Adam and Eve, and then moved on to everything else. There was a good question about 911 - "?" literally.

A low-lying light with a jersey-silk screen projected larger-than-life images which is very a la project runway. With clever light and curtains placement, one dancer become three. Ingenious!

Suddenly, dance is not simply dance anymore.

If you walked into a Maria Pages performance expecting Maria Pages, you'll be sorely disappointed. Just like I was on Friday. But that doesn't mean I'm disappointed with the performance, I was delighted to see something different, although I do miss the energetic flamenco dance moves.

Maria Pages has turned a new page. No pun intended.

Sunday, 25 October 2009

Boy Toy Gone Bad

In a different room at a frequented watering hole on the same Friday night, Joey and I were trying to ration our $50 cash very carefully.

Overheard at the bar...
Wii (to Joey): What do you want to drink?
Joey (almost rolling her eyes): What can we buy with $50?
Wii (to waitress): How much does a jug of Long Island cost?
Waitress: $58.
Wii (cursing under her breath for not having enough money and almost tempted to ask the waitress if she would consider taking $50 for the jug since Wii is sorta regular at this particular club and should really be entitled to certain privileges, no?): How much does a jug of Whisky Green Tea cost then?
Waitress: $26.80.
Wii (delighted at her consumer's surplus): One Whisky Green Tea, please.

Let me backtrack a little to explain how Joey and I managed to get ourselves into such a predicament...

While depositing our bags into the lockers, Joey and I were contemplating how much money was a good amount to bring along. "I'm not going to drink a lot" I promptly declared as I was resolved to stick to my two-drink rule (which was, however, later thrown out of the window cos I got bored -- I'll come back to that later). Joey was very hesitant about just having $50 cash but she went along with it. And that explains why Wii was almost squealing with delight when she heard the price of the Whisky Green Tea. Gosh, that sounded pathetic, doesn't it? But really, do I care?

Anyway, some 25-minutes later, I was bored to death trying to figure out if a certain girl dancing on the platform is truly a girl or girl-in-question. Also, it doesn't help that there weren't any lookers in a far-too-young crowd. On top of everything, the DJ could do with a change of CDs. (I daresay Jessica's dad has a more awesome playlist in his iPod. Jessica's dad is one cool dude who used to watch SATC and I can just imagine Jess' jaw dropping when she reads this.)

When Jac arrived to join us an hour later, we headed to the dance floor, and my my, do we spot a familiar face. Joey and I gave each other a knowing look accompanied with a grin and mouthed the same words in sync. I heard someone call out "Wifey" and next thing I knew, I was being pulled away. Then I found myself in the arms of infamous Boy Toy, and am staring right into the face which escaped a tight slap some weeks back. The night was about to take an interesting twist...

Boy Toy: Wifey, I haven't seen you in a while.
Wii: So who's that girl you're with?
Boy Toy: Just a friend.
Wii: Just a friend. Is that what you tell people what I am as well?
Boy Toy: No. So what have you been up to?
Wii: Same old. Work and stuff. So what no good have you been up to?
Boy Toy: Just travelling.
Wii: Hopefully, not to Greece without me*.
Boy Toy: I thought we were going to Paris!
Wii: Nope. Anyway, I need to get back to my friends.

It appears that I have a habit of walking away from Boy Toy. Treat them mean and keep them keen. ;)

I headed back to a table where I started chatting with a guy friend who popped his St James cherry. (For the uninitiated, it means it's his first time at St James.) Out of nowhere, I saw a shadow beside me.

Boy Toy (to my friend): Excuse me. Are you her boyfriend? I'm her husband.
Wii went GASPED! Boy Toy should thank God that he didn't have to leave St James in an ambulance for Wii wasn't holding a beer mug in her hand.

I can't believe the audacity of Boy Toy!

Then again, wasn't it his impertinentness that snagged him my digits in the first place? I wasn't in the mood for any unremitting teasing and also, my ride home had arrived. So, I left St James, leaving everyone to wonder why Wii didn't go back home with her husband...

On a relevant note, this song comes into mind when Boy Toy is around.

*Greece seems kinda a stale joke but still, it tickles a few funny bones.

Third Time's the Charm

When Joey asked on Friday "Where's your Rochester date?", little did she know that I actually had one planned for the following day but not wanting to jinx it, I said nothing. Turns out, it wouldn't have made any difference. Rochester went poof again! I had even picked out some gorgeous threads (read: strapless multi-colour chiffon dress with underbust sash) for the long awaited dinner.

And there I was thinking third time's the charm!

Friday, 23 October 2009

What the Stars Say for 23 Oct 2009

The stars say, "Your subconscious is doing you a favor by looking at the same things in a new way".

Dear Subconscious, 

Different perspective doesn't necessarily make it better, you know?


The subconscious is very conscious that in five months' time, everything WILL be different.

We Have Less Than 500 Days of Summer

Movie. 500 Days of Summer. Roles turned. Boy wants commitment. Girl wants freedom. Boy falls mistake of falling in love with Girl. Girl makes mistake of...

No, girls make no mistakes! Yes, I insist. You're not a girl, what do you know?

Some of my fav lines from "This is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know upfront, this is not a love story".

Tom: What happens when you fall in love?
Summer: You believe in that?
Tom: It's love, it's not Santa Claus.

Summer: We've been like Sid and Nancy for months now.
Tom: Summer, Sid stabbed Nancy, seven times with a kitchen knife, I mean we have some disagreements but I hardly think I'm Sid Vicious.
Summer: No I'm Sid.
Tom: Oh, so I'm Nancy...
[Pancakes arrive]
Summer: Let's just eat and we'll talk about it later. Mmm, that is good, I'm really glad we did this. I love these pancakes... what?
[Tom gets up and walks away from the table]
Summer: Tom, don't go! You're still my best friend!

Summer: You weren't wrong, Tom. You were just wrong about me...

We have less than 500 days of Summer left so let's make it count.

Tuesday, 20 October 2009

He Is Not a Conductor. I Am Not a Musician.

 When Sistic sent over a pair of free Xavier Le Roy's $15-a-pop Le Sacre du Printemps (The Rite of Spring) tickets, I didn't think much of it because it was to be held in the Studio Theatre. I thought to myself that if this show ain't good enough for the main theatre, it can't be too good. I did not read up on reviews or even the synopsis of the performance for I had very low expectations.

Before anyone says anything, do remember low expectation is not necessarily a bad thing for any pleasantness is a bonus. I remember not too long ago while at an extended stay a certain medical centre, I had an unexpected visitor and I felt a rush of ataraxia. Then again, it could really just be the morphine.

But back to what I set out to write about, shall we?

Ten minutes into 8pm, I was getting impatient. "How could they start a 45-min show late?" I said absently while glancing at my watch. Suddenly, the lights dimmed, the audience silenced, and a lone man walked to the middle of the bare stage. Then it begin -- the expansion of the boundaries of what my little brain had thought was dance. Xavier, the faux conductor, had engaged the audience to be faux musicians. With that, he allowed me to see musical notes dancing in the air with his movements. When his fingers "opened", I saw blooming of roses. When his fingers "listened", I heard whispers of the wind. When his body "jumped", I saw the flames of the fire.

I forgot big surprises come in small packages. I ain't no art connoisseur and sometimes, words fail me. That's why you'd have to watch this video to fully appreciate it.

On a separate note, I wonder if Lan Shui caught the performance. If he did, will he be inspired to do the same? Maybe then I might be a bigger fan of SSO - not that Lan Shui'd care anyway.

What the Stars Say for 20 Oct 2009

The stars say, "A business-related problem seems big at first, but you'll quickly see the answer".

Business-related? Are the stars referring to the 2-for-1 hitman promotion? I know! I should just take up the offer! Who knows when I might need to engage another hitman?

I Don't Understand

Why does it take 16 min for me to reach Woodlands from Yio Chu Kang but 17 min for me to reach Yio Chu Kang from Woodlands on the train? It just doesn’t make sense.

Wii Goes Missing

Couple of reasons why I haven't been spilling the beans on the mundane details of my oh-so-interestingly-uninteresting life to evoke so much as a bout of laughter from you the oh-that-much-more-interestingly-uninteresting reader.

1. The wireless modem at home is down down down, just like the USD.
2. I'm buried under a landslide worth of work, just like Jalan Anak Bukit after the storm.
3. I'm still not in the pink of health with nose still congested, just like the morning traffic on CTE.

I'm sure these are not reason enough for you and thus, explains this post.

Thursday, 15 October 2009

Hotel and B/F

Jaslynn wrote "Package: RM191 with no dinner. Only hotel & b/f".

Hotel and boyfriend! I'll take one of that can't-be-missed package, please. In fact, I'll take two. Just in case the first b/f is not to my taste (ALL puns intended). *whips out credit card*

She Says I Say You Say

Sissy says, "The photos from the F1 concert look great!"
I say, "The people are gorgeous so the photos turn out great".

You say shameless. I say immodest.

9 Dec 2009

9 Dec 2009 - That shall be the day Wynnii gets her driver's licence. :)

Yes, W can foretell future now. 

Saturday, 10 October 2009

What the Stars Say for 10 Oct 2009

The stars say, "Somebody in your neighborhood might have a teeny freak out over something silly".

But I know nobody from my hood...

Bumps on My Humps

Fanny is not happy, to say the least. There is a bump on each, ermm, hump. She is unappreciative of the fact that she was again being abused by two jabs yesterday.

It’s not meant to be funny but I’m sure you got a good laugh out of it.

Friday, 9 October 2009

What the Stars Say for 9 Oct 2009

The stars say, "That chore you're avoiding only seems endless. Once you start, you'll be half done".

Chores! I hate chores!

Wednesday, 7 October 2009

What the Stars Say for 7 Oct 2009

The stars say, "Communication's more than words; gestures and body language convey a lot".

Collide by Howie Day

The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you

But I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find, you and I collide

I'm quiet, you know
You make a first impression
I've found I'm scared to know
I'm always on your mind

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the back you fall in time
You somehow find, you and I collide

Don't stop here
I've lost my place
I'm close behind

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills your mind
You finally find, you and I collide

You finally find 
You and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide

Is That Wynn?

Desmond emailed this over and said this is Wynnii. But I'm a girl... Or at least, I pretend to be one.

Monday, 5 October 2009

Waste Not, Want Not

Stalker dear passed her driving practical test more than a month ago and still, she hasn't given me a ride at all! What a waste of a good licence. It's high time to add her to the list of "Wynnii's Chauffeurs"...

What the Stars Say for 5 Oct 2009

The stars say, "Get ready to ride a gigantic wave of creative energy today -- it might hit you hard!"

How can I be creative when I'm cranky with with congested nose?

Stalker Dear Gets What She Wants

To appease Stalker dear for the missed F1 Rocks concert (although I still stand by I did ask her), I told her that I would bring to the next event to which I land tickets for.

An email arrived and I snagged a pair of ticket to The Hossan Leong Show! BUT Stalker dear is not a fan of Hossan. Isn't she a hard nut to please?

So I told her if I do lay my hands on something else before the show, she gets to choose. Only she gets that privilege.

Sunday, 4 October 2009

If You Ask Me

If you ask me, I have no issues with growing old. It's growing up that doesn't sit well with me.

I wanna move to Never Never Land and someone I know is working on the visa for me. Knowing the person, I think the visa should come through in about a month, +- 10 years.

Maybe I should start packing now since this would be a big move and don't we all know how Wynnii likes to overpack.

For a Lazy Sunday Afternoon

The clock can kiss my a**!
Oops, me too. It's about how much you save, no?

Just ask Weihao.

I miss the dragons.

I'd abuse my power too.

I, too, want to live in the forest.
I think Chewy should set a FB account for Ah Boy too.
So Elly wants the same things as I!
So I do exercise afterall.

"A Single Man" by Tom Ford

No idea who Tom Ford is? He's the one who single-handedly made you break your bank account at Gucci; well, at least till 2004 before the final curtain falls on his last runway collection. Now, with his first foray into film, we shall await to find out if this much adored fashion designer still can work some magic.

On the same note, I wish Marc would never quit fashion! Jacobs, that is.

Friday, 2 October 2009

What the Stars Say for 2 Oct 2009

The stars say, "Many appealing opportunities will be dangled in front of you now: take only one".

But but but I want them all!

Goodbye Macas?

How come I don't feel this sexy when I eat burgers? Maybe I should switch from Macas to Carl's Junior.

Thursday, 1 October 2009

Pink October

Buy a ribbon, save a life.

For this month, I don't mind pink. Mummy would be proud.

What the Stars Say for 1 Oct 2009

The stars say, "You have your priorities in order. Still, your time is not your own".

Time is not my own indeed.

Happy Birthday to Dingyang

A surprise birthday celebration last Friday for Dingyang which didn't quite turn out to be a surprise. Must be the party hats that gave it away. Wait, it was the girlfriend who let the surprise slip. Such birthday parties are not that easy to keep a secret - I would know.

I always laugh my guts out whenever I hang out with this gang. And I always make sure I bring a walking crutch cos they crack the lamest jokes. Haha.

Happy birthday, Dingyang! Save the tiara for your entry to Miss Universe~