2004-09-10
at 10:54 p.m.
men in tutus
THE TROCKS ROCK MY SOCKS!
my white, yellow, blue, grey, purple, hot pink and school socks.
i made my family go watch the comic ballet with me, and i bet they are silently thanking me! because we were being kiasu and booked early, i think we got one of the best seats in the theatre. we had 1st circle seats (2nd level), front row, right in the middle.
means that we didnt have to get neck aches from watching.
and throughout the whole thing i just couldnt stop wondering how those big heavy men can stand en pointe without crushing their poor toes (some of them are really fat and muscular!) especially when they do goodness knows how many pirouttes en pointe. but some of them really looked like women, i swear! (despite their flat and hairy chests, pit hair, and in some cases, extremely disastrous make-up XD) and the small men were really cute! but the way they parodied ballet was really amusing. they were waaaaay funnier than i expected. my mom was laughing so hard i thought she was going to start crying! the funniest part was when the guy came onto stage and paused, like waiting for the music to start. and the music didnt. so he took on step forward and waited. and took another. and another. paused again. took another and another. and soon he had classical walked all the way diagonally down the stage (sans music) and then he smiled, waiting for applause. but i think he got more laughter than applause. okay fine. my language skills suck so i bet no one understood that.
but it was damn funny.
and and and the part where theres this spotlight on stage. waiting for the ballerina to come out. but (s)he doesnt. and it just sweeps across the stage like its following something. after about 20 seconds the ballerina finally makes he(r) entrance, but the spotlight is somewhere else. haha it was the dying swan! (s)he had this tutu on with all these feathers loosely attatched. and when (s)he danced (s)he made sure that (s)he moved her hip alot, so the feathers fall wherever (s)he moves. it was absolutely hilarious. and my mom got one of her i-cant-stop giggling fits.
and and and swan lake! that was really funny. that famous part where these swans link hands and dance in sync.
ohh those two people sitting next to us were...weird. my mom kept sneaking peeks at them cos she thought they were lesbo. but i thought they were just a couple. they disappeared after the first intermission in seek of a quieter and darker place. ahem. they just shifted to the end of the row..and after i passed by them a second time i realised that the guy was a girl. haha i was so amused that i missed a step. god i must have looked stupid. but after they moved we had two extra chairs to put our bags and poster.
MY POSTER.
MY AUTOGRAPHED POSTER.
I LOVE IT.
lucky we were early, and the guy selling the stuff told us that he only had 3 autographed posters left. our kiasuism paid off!
did i tell you how much i love my autographed poster?
ohh and did i tell you how cute i think my mom is?
i exchanged shoes with her during the intermission cos she was feeling cold. so i had one high heel on the left foot and sneaker on the right. and she had a sneaker on her left foot and high heel on the right. we swapped back during the 2nd intermission.
and today she was telling me that cos i inherited thalassaemia from her, whoever i marry cant be thalassaemic as well or our children will have a serious blood disorder. so she was like "ohh you can marry an ang moh! cos thalassaemia is more common in asians and rare in ang mohs! that's what my gyanaecologist told me!"
hmmmmmmmmmmmmm. looks like she didnt heed his advice then. hee.
today was their 21st wedding anniversary so we went to the shangri-la for dinner. and i spent dinner explaining the whole gene thing to my family. recessive genes and all that crap. there! i revised bio during my parent's anniversary dinner! am i proud of myself or what?
umm ya.
anyway back to the trocks. (the company's full name is Les Ballets Trockadero De Monte Carlo. which is another joke.) after watching them i'm even more determined to take my ballet exam and excel in it. i'm like a little kid in the 19th century or something.
i want to be a world class ballerina!
but of course, my parents wouldnt hear of it.
haha in the programme it says: she still thinks that prima donna means any song that was recorded before Like A Virgin.
i like men in tutus and stockings!
um yeah. i think i better hurry off to sleep now. it's late at night and i'm typing all this crap that i really shouldnt be typing.
um yah.