Posted by: Carillus on: May 24, 2009
Three events coincided today: Chinese listening and oral, the assembly and arrangement of the Hwachong Arts Festival Display, and the 23rd May Singapore Arts Festival.
I lost all sense of confidence, losing myself to a timorous display of crazed whining. But when it came to the actual period of examination, I got through it without much of an overbearing apprehension. Xin Yan made another of the little paperchilds, which are a lot easier to fiddle with when your camera is not the size of your head…
The assembly and arrangement of the Hwachong Arts Festival Display was a rather nondescript affair. However, many unsolicited comments were made about the in-charge Augustine Wong(sic), all of which I will neglect to mention to protect my fellow citizens of Hwa Chong Institution.
Today, the Singapore Arts Festival featured an “Open Mic” event. The event was Argentine Tango, tango brought to the streets in a versatile artform many degrees less rigid than its ballroom counterpart. At first, we had a lot of trouble getting people to stick around and watch the show, but after the actual dance started it was like shooting fish in the barrel. People stuck in the proverbial rat race, scuttling around and making a beeline straight for the shops instead of slowing down and looking around them. Life is a journey, take it one step at a time. Take the shortcut, and you get to the end faster, but you’ll miss the scenery along the way.
The event was concluded with a short session where the performers taught us the basics. Boy, can Jireh dance. I ended up doing the tango with Samantha, which was, suffice to say, a rather interesting experience. Her entire body seems to lack any form of soft mass. This must have been due to the rapid increase in height stretching all her mass out over her entire body. What she is now, though, is a model. I am completely certain she has the figure to pull it off.
Posted by: Carillus on: May 18, 2009
“To make amends.”
Peter Callesen left Singapore today at 8pm. We were all indeed rather dismayed at his departure, but the parting gifts were no doubt already ready, on both our side and his. The workshop was locupletative to say the least, but the happiest person would most definitely have been Xin Yan. Such a wonderful person indeed deserving of such a wonderful chance. I do hope that as HCAEP09, we can all continue working together as a family; it is indeed troubling to be losing Houyin so soon, but one must always obstrigillate dysfunction.
May PEACH09 prosper.
Posted by: Carillus on: May 17, 2009
Like a butterfly straining to escape from its protective cocoon to find itself in a harsh world ruled by only death, the oppressive system of society has over time caused me to become a cynical critic of the human race. I am still a cynical critic of the human race, but this isn’t the topic for today.
I was born with – not a silver spoon, no doubt – but at least I was born with a spoon.
All my life, I’ve never noticed it, but I’ve been an incredibly lucky person. The GEP entrance test that brought me to the premier institution I study in today, an able body untainted by anything but the lightest of wounds, a rather unaffected face. All the little things in life that people take for granted – as I have as well. A lackadasical attitude toward that one already possesses, and the unsatiable wants that engage the conscious mind.
And what am I doing with this life? Frittering it away uselessly on flitting time-wasters that serve no true purpose.
Music, visual arts, performance arts. The forefront symbols that represent the fount of human creation. In the background, sciences, mathematics, the true elements that make society revolve around the central axis of humankind. Time that could be well-spent on such endeavors instead wasted on trivial pursuits like web-surfing and video games.
“The unexamined life is not worth living.” Not that I’ve ever liked quotes other than my own, but it seemed a good one for the occasion.
When I see what my fellow PEACHers have accomplished, I feel unabashedly remorseful when I consider my contrastingly inane “achievements”. Perhaps now I should act, and engage in a life that one might actually consider “meaningful”. Perhaps then I can justifiably criticize the human race.
