Quidam, etc
Caffeine + AC + too much laughing = headache. When will I ever learn?
Have just finished reading Sophie Kinsella's "Can You Keep a Secret", popular romantic novel with pink cover and heroine finding rich, sexy and loving boyfriend at the end. The story is far-fetched. Bridgett Jones is better. First saw the book on sale in famous bookstore (forgot the name) in Berkeley Collegetown. For some reasons thought it's more than a romance novel. Later, during the frenzy of graduation packing and dumping, I saw the book, among loads of other novels with bright pink/apple green covers and titles printed in gold, in the paper recycle bin outside the laundry room. Was already up to my ears in books being packed, but still picked it up and shipped it back. How crazy!
WK asked me why I didn't write about Quidam. Why? I guess it's mostly because I didn't understand the show. And I never felt entirely comfortable judging anyway. Halfway into the show I realised it's just a circus. Chinese circus used to do contortions, plate-twirling and kicking of huge Chinese-vases. Then they adopted a different style to compete for international acclaim. So on New Year celebrations we've seen guys with sculpted bodies performing various stacking exercises in synthesized background music (no more 九九艳阳天). We (my parents and I) kinda tend to skip those items. Now they sort of take on some new significance.
Well I guess ultimately though Quidam is a good show. There are some hair-raising moments (for getting emotional, not for fear of the safety of the performers) of pretty formations and stirring music. And the satisfying thing is that they brought it into reality the feat of balancing bodies on ropes and silks - an act I thought most intriguing after I've read about the way 小龙女 sleeps. How cool it'd be to sleep like that! (ok yeah I know sleeping is different)
Today had second disaster with microscrope. Fit on 20x objective (the same, ill-fated one with minimalistic working distance). Put on quartz slide. Realised platform was too low to reach the working distance. Tried loosening and raising platform. Platform was stiff. Tried further. Raised platform too high such that the objective cracked the quartz slide. So gathered glass splinters and called supervisor, who was most kind and said "It's ok" with an emphasis.
RZ said I overuse the word "kind" on people, such that she can't distinguish who are the real kind ones. I guess I value kindness for fear of punishment, a mentality inculcated by mum (not trying to find fault here). Mum herself wants kindness above all else. But most of the time her ridiculous tenderness towards people only makes herself vulnerable. So I sometimes just go over the top for independence. A balance is necessary, like in all other aspects of life. Yeah like it's real easy. But I hope I'm getting better. How to still heartbeat and curb rising panic 101. The IP trip might just be the present solution despite having to stop practising erhu for 1 wk. (ok RZ's gonna accuse me of writing in opaque style again; but really, what else do non-judging, confessional type of blog-writers write about except boring own lives principally concerning mums?)
Have just finished reading Sophie Kinsella's "Can You Keep a Secret", popular romantic novel with pink cover and heroine finding rich, sexy and loving boyfriend at the end. The story is far-fetched. Bridgett Jones is better. First saw the book on sale in famous bookstore (forgot the name) in Berkeley Collegetown. For some reasons thought it's more than a romance novel. Later, during the frenzy of graduation packing and dumping, I saw the book, among loads of other novels with bright pink/apple green covers and titles printed in gold, in the paper recycle bin outside the laundry room. Was already up to my ears in books being packed, but still picked it up and shipped it back. How crazy!
WK asked me why I didn't write about Quidam. Why? I guess it's mostly because I didn't understand the show. And I never felt entirely comfortable judging anyway. Halfway into the show I realised it's just a circus. Chinese circus used to do contortions, plate-twirling and kicking of huge Chinese-vases. Then they adopted a different style to compete for international acclaim. So on New Year celebrations we've seen guys with sculpted bodies performing various stacking exercises in synthesized background music (no more 九九艳阳天). We (my parents and I) kinda tend to skip those items. Now they sort of take on some new significance.
Well I guess ultimately though Quidam is a good show. There are some hair-raising moments (for getting emotional, not for fear of the safety of the performers) of pretty formations and stirring music. And the satisfying thing is that they brought it into reality the feat of balancing bodies on ropes and silks - an act I thought most intriguing after I've read about the way 小龙女 sleeps. How cool it'd be to sleep like that! (ok yeah I know sleeping is different)
Today had second disaster with microscrope. Fit on 20x objective (the same, ill-fated one with minimalistic working distance). Put on quartz slide. Realised platform was too low to reach the working distance. Tried loosening and raising platform. Platform was stiff. Tried further. Raised platform too high such that the objective cracked the quartz slide. So gathered glass splinters and called supervisor, who was most kind and said "It's ok" with an emphasis.
RZ said I overuse the word "kind" on people, such that she can't distinguish who are the real kind ones. I guess I value kindness for fear of punishment, a mentality inculcated by mum (not trying to find fault here). Mum herself wants kindness above all else. But most of the time her ridiculous tenderness towards people only makes herself vulnerable. So I sometimes just go over the top for independence. A balance is necessary, like in all other aspects of life. Yeah like it's real easy. But I hope I'm getting better. How to still heartbeat and curb rising panic 101. The IP trip might just be the present solution despite having to stop practising erhu for 1 wk. (ok RZ's gonna accuse me of writing in opaque style again; but really, what else do non-judging, confessional type of blog-writers write about except boring own lives principally concerning mums?)
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