Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Ms. Virgo


There’s something delightfully feminine about Miss Virgo even when she’s wearing tomboy clothes and having a bad hair day. Slim, pretty with natural grace and big, wide open eyes Miss Virgo was born under the sign of the celestial maiden so she just can‘t help being gorgeous. LOL.

Even Mr Virgo benefits from the same clear gaze and handsome looks. But don’t be fooled by the attractive packaging and innocent expression. These tempting types are in no way dumb.

Virgo is an earth sign ruled by quicksilver Mercury. This endows them with a lightning brain, brilliant sense of humour and articulate tongue, coupled with down to earth common sense. It’s a devastating combination. Shrewd could be Virgo’s middle name.


Where air sign Gemini, which shares the same ruling planet, gets carried away by Mercury- inspired flights of fancy, Virgo is more discriminating and instantly sees what’s do-able and what’s an impractical pipe dream.


T
he Virgo character is precise, refined, and a lover of cleanliness, hygiene and order. Conventional, with a rather reserved manner.
They are usually observant, shrewd, critical, and patient. Virgos are undemonstrative due to a coolness in their nature. Very selective in friendship, they prefer to keep relationships on a superficial basis.

Modest, discriminating, thoughtful- everything you do you do well, giving great attention to detail, but you can carry this to extremes, becoming fussy, overly critical and even interfering. You worry a lot, but are not easily discouraged. Once you overcome a sense of modesty, you are very articulate and express your ideas well. You enjoy routine, are service-oriented and very responsible. You are thoughtful and fond of learning, and you rarely look your age.

The most often heard compliment paid a Virgo is "My how young you look for your age". You are very diet conscious and probably preach the virtues of healthful ways.

You are easily imposed upon, and when this happens you feel a deep resentment. You love your home, and you always need a home base to retreat to, yet you often travel and make changes in your life. Your domestic, nurturing nature likes to take care of others, and you are very understanding of their feelings.

The Moon in Cancer is thrifty, economical and careful with property and money. You don't like to see these misused or wasted. Artistic, creative and dramatic, you have a natural flair for music, poetry, dance and acting. Your love of home and family can also express itself in true patriotism.

Harmony, marriage and all social relationships are extremely important. You enjoy companionship and like to please others. Quite fair in your judgments, you have high standards of social behavior. You love beauty, luxury and intellectual stimulation, and you entertain well. Discord and loud noises annoys you, since your sense of hearing is well developed. Although you are not money-oriented, you appreciate what money can buy. Your talents are many, but music, public performance, painting and sculpture are particularly suited to your temperament. You are attractive to and attracted by the opposite sex; in fact you are in love with love. You can easily be hurt, but you rarely carry a grudge. Gracious and appreciative, you are eternally young at heart.

Virgo in Love

Virgo is built for love and devotion but this is a sign that demands high standards and doesn’t understand the meaning of the word compromise. People born under this sign would rather be single than tied to the wrong partner and for this reason they’re very cautious about committing themselves. And don’t even think about telling lies to a Virgo - they have powers of deduction and observation to rival those of Sherlock Holmes and they can cut through a false story like a human chain saw.

Get it right and Virgo will adore you forever. Get it wrong and you’ll be sent packing with a pithy insult in your ear.

Pipe-dream or Destiny?

Have you ever had something special in your life that makes you different, extraordinary, unique? I do, it's dance. When I close my eyes, i see me, dancing pro. When I listen to music, I unconsciously map out a dance routine to match in my head. When I dance, it is like nothing I have ever felt before. Without it, nothing is right, my life becomes empty, I lose purpose, I lose direction.

Dancing has always been my first love, I danced even before I knew how to write my own name. Dance was how I identified with myself, it was how I expressed myself. It was everything I have ever wanted and more. It was my pillar, my sanctuary.No matter how chaotic life became I could always dance and everything will be alright. Dancing was like oxygen to my soul. I would always have blisters on my toes and aches all over my body, but it was what I anticipated. Another chance to dance again after each and every class.

When I turned 13, I started having weight issues. I thought I would go away, but it didn't and it stuck all the way through high school til now. My dreams of dancing began to seem like a laugh to anyone I confided in. Soon it started to gnaw at my confidence. Will I ever become a pro looking like I just ate a cow?

Sure these days people say being curvy don't matter. You just gotta be fierce and proud. But it isn't the same with dance. To dance pro you need to be fit and slim. You need to be a certain weight so you don't hurt yourself when you dance and especially so if you're dancing pas de deux. The most embarrassing thing that could happen is if your partner can't support you because you are too fat.

But it is still what I want even after all these years. I am good at it. I know it. I've been messing around taking some classes again just to feel what it's like, although it is not ballet, I'm experimenting with tango, waltz, jive and cha cha cha and now I realize, maybe this is the solution to the emptiness in my life. This is me, a dancer, no matter how much I weigh.So is it a pipe-dream or destiny? I'm DETERMINED to lose weight. To get fit. I'll dance my way back by force if I have to. I want it to come true...

Meeting The Dodo Bird

So there I was at a very run down restaurant near my Uni campus for a last minute dinner. I was angry, annoyed and in quite a huff by then because I've been waiting for two hours for a very miserable little order of "tomyam campur "( extra extra spicy) and rice.

After hailing to the most probably, partially deaf "garcon" for the third time without success, I've decided to settle for a long face and dark clouds hanging above my head.
It's at times like those that a girl really wish for a car and a credit card. Apparently silent insults and curses don't do much damage at times like these. Trust me, I could have just left but when you live in Malacca, it's not like you have much of a choice. It's either you put up with bad hygiene ( rats, roaches, cats sharing the same dinner area) and horrible food or you starve. I chose the latter.


When the food finally actually arrived, I noticed they've sent me the wrong order, but what the heck I was too hungry and miserable to argue. Half-way through my course, someone, a perfect stranger sitting at a table across the street caught my eyes. This person, who was a very tall and tanned fellow, was actually choking with tears streaming
down his face with every spoonful.
How funny the sight ! This big tall man of a guy suffering from our
" little devils". I laughed and laughed and had my eyes glued on him that night anticipating his every move.

Little did I know that Fate was at work that night, for that turned out to be the first time I met my Mr. S ( aka Dodo Bird as more fondly nicked by my sisters). He had received my order of extra extra spicy "Tomyam Campur" and I had received his tasteless less spicy order of "Tomyam Bihun" by mistake. If he hadn't choked on my Tomyam, I wouldn't have noticed him, and he wouldn't have noticed me laughi
ng at him and asked his bestfriend sitting with him to ask my roomie to introduce me. LOL. To be the actors in God's theatre. Bet the whole of heaven was looking down at us that night. I could only imagine angels and cupids with popcorn and coke.

Do you believe in love at first sight, or do I have to walk past you again?

The Tango



"El Tango es un pensamiento triste que hasta se puede bailar"
The Tango is a sad thought that you can dance.

-(Enrique Santos Discépolo)-

The dance of love.
In the tango, the partners are hardly ever apart. Their steps portray passion and fire. It's a dance that says I love you but I can't stand you. LOL. It is an actor's dance. Perfect for the drama queen. But is also well know by the goth and emos.

It is known to be passionate and very sensual.
Tango was all the rage in the 1930's in Buenos Aries and Paris. Both music and dance were born in the streets and brothels of Buenos Aires, the capital of Argentina just before the beginning of the 1880s century. The word' Tango" refers to both a musical style and the dance performed to it. Tango dancing lost some of its prestige in Argentina after the Great Depression in 1929, but re surged in popularity after Juan Peron came to power. It became a matter of national pride to be able to tango. After numerous dictator governments in Argentina again repressed the dance, it came back to life in the 1980s after the premiere of the Broadway musical Forever Tango.
In modern Argentina, tango is associated mostly with a style of music; the rest of the world sees tango as a dramatic, and sexy dance.

Tango is not only a dance but also an obsession. For the tanguero, it is as much a part of life as eating and sleeping. Erotic and passionate, haunting and melancholic, it involves not only the body but also the soul.

Tango has captured the popular imagination for over one hundred years to become at the end of the twentieth century, no less than an international cult.

Learning to T.A.N.G.O. is more than something for you to show-off at the club. It is art.The human feelings have never been so accurately depicted then during the Tango.

“El Tango es la directa expresión de lo que comúnmente los poetas han tratado de definir en palabras como: la creencia de que la lucha puede ser un festejo”

"The tango is a direct expression of something that poets have often tried to state in words: the belief that a fight may be a celebration. "

-Jorge Luis Borges-