a better future
today was a day of beautiful things. the sight of the 3 cycling against a backdrop of green trees and the sound of the waves. the banquet. forbidden city. it was a lovely lovely day (: the simple pleasures in life are wonderful.
i have this fascination with women figures of the past. marie antoinette, cixi, elizabeth 1, mary of scotts, victoria and so many more. all the strong women of the past. and though many of them has been painted as vicious, evil or whatever. i find there's alot underneath the layers. if u bother to peel them off. one by one. reveals something different. something new. its fascinating. and it really saddens me that their stories are so tragic.
my dance senior, hui xuan's in forbidden city, and she's apparently going to study theatre after this (: mighty mighty cool. grins. and the old cixi is fabulous. her singing's fantastic and so effortless. i bought the soundtrack. the story hits rather close to heart. shrugs. not quite sure why, but i was bawling at the end of the play. the grief was staggering to say the least. though it might not always seem the case, but i'm quite proud of being chinese. haha, sounds communist. but history like these makes me feel closer to my roots? shrugs. i'm like as china chinese u get. both my grandparents are from china. haha. and i love the rich opulent history of china (:
today as i flew along the path.. it almost felt like i was finally free. to be able to run free. like the wind. wild crazy abandonment. and for a moment with the 4 next to me. i felt almost at peace. to finally push those walls down one day. and let it all be once more.
i try to stop i really do. but once in awhile, it catches me off-guard. creeping into my mind. and it hurts. it really does.
why dream of love, when love has died.
: why dream of love :: forbidden city :
i have this fascination with women figures of the past. marie antoinette, cixi, elizabeth 1, mary of scotts, victoria and so many more. all the strong women of the past. and though many of them has been painted as vicious, evil or whatever. i find there's alot underneath the layers. if u bother to peel them off. one by one. reveals something different. something new. its fascinating. and it really saddens me that their stories are so tragic.
my dance senior, hui xuan's in forbidden city, and she's apparently going to study theatre after this (: mighty mighty cool. grins. and the old cixi is fabulous. her singing's fantastic and so effortless. i bought the soundtrack. the story hits rather close to heart. shrugs. not quite sure why, but i was bawling at the end of the play. the grief was staggering to say the least. though it might not always seem the case, but i'm quite proud of being chinese. haha, sounds communist. but history like these makes me feel closer to my roots? shrugs. i'm like as china chinese u get. both my grandparents are from china. haha. and i love the rich opulent history of china (:
today as i flew along the path.. it almost felt like i was finally free. to be able to run free. like the wind. wild crazy abandonment. and for a moment with the 4 next to me. i felt almost at peace. to finally push those walls down one day. and let it all be once more.
i try to stop i really do. but once in awhile, it catches me off-guard. creeping into my mind. and it hurts. it really does.
why dream of love, when love has died.
: why dream of love :: forbidden city :
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