last saturday was the last of the series of 5 tournaments, which we had worked out buts off for- well at least the fat off our buts.
It was a great tournment. apart form the fact that the team is pissed off at some few undisciplined individuals that think they can do everything and anything but train, and that come drunk to the tournaments, and despte the fact my shoe opened in the first round, it was all good. we got the expected 4ht place, and an awesome party with the entire league afterwards in a weird club in bietigheim. all in all i had 3 hours of sleep (and am still trying to get enough rest into my system: not working well) with the 3 hours sleep on a tiny shared mattrace in our club home. but it was so worth it.
on the donwside, now the seasons over what will i do with my weekends???
ill think of somehting...
Tuesday, 24 March 2009
Sunday, 8 March 2009
this and that
Its 2 am in the morning. im sitting in front of my laptop in a fancy dress with smokey eye makeup and my hair gathered up in a bun and decided i should finally write again, about recent events. lets start with the neares first and lets see how far i get. so yesterday/today (tomorrow starts after you have slept) I went to a ball. I had the usual trainign today. we did some rumba improv, to get the "feel" and become more self confident and more present, so that we loose to be afraid of doing things becuase they might possibly looks stupid, learn to touch the partner and of course to be sexy. after the training i was about to go t stuttgart to have some food wiht jürgen, when micha, a close friend of the formation puled his car to the sde of the road we were alking on and asked the simple question: feel like some food? so we ended up having asian (thai ad chinese) in ludwigsburg.
Micha often plans his evenign with people from the formation. dance and movie evenings are frequent. so as I had nothing planned i enquired his possible occupations. he stammered somehting about drinking in stuttgat of a movie and alcohl at his place, so i told him id think abt it, apart from needing to explain it to my parents.
2 hours later the call: " what are ur evening plans?" "ermmmm...nothing yet?" "im going to a ball. I have one ticket, care to come?" "hell yeah!"
so i ended up at a ball with micha, his mom and some friends of his mom. the cool things about balls are that age deosnt matter. you can really mix under 20 and over 60 and its ok. even if you dance a rated R version of rumba, its ok. yeah and thats what we did. we used some formation techniques we had practised earier to do some improv. very nice! dancing is somewhat like acting. you are yourself but at the smae time oyou dive int a bigger better show version of yourself. even though you normally are good friends with your dancepartner, and only that, you all the sudden flirt like hell, nad go back to normal after the music has stopped. i think it belongs to it, to play wiht partner, yourself and your movements and the possible audience.
so what else have i been up to since my las communication?
I started single dancing wth jürgen. or at least tired it out.lets see how that will work out. its lots of fun even though i havent dacned enough with him yet to feel secure.
I visited jürgen in his "home" town heidelberg. a beautiful place which is serious competition to london for the colest place to study in.
I did a night shift with my mum, being in the OP until 1 am, seeing 3 operations and then sleep.
and last but not least i did another henna tattoo on my hand yesterday. I was in a fight with m paresnts and needed occupation to distract me, so henna was what came to my mind. so now half of my left plam is decorated with a darkbrown line design. I got it off the internet very pretty.
but now i need to go to sleep. its 0222 already and i have training tomorrow. hence good night.
Micha often plans his evenign with people from the formation. dance and movie evenings are frequent. so as I had nothing planned i enquired his possible occupations. he stammered somehting about drinking in stuttgat of a movie and alcohl at his place, so i told him id think abt it, apart from needing to explain it to my parents.
2 hours later the call: " what are ur evening plans?" "ermmmm...nothing yet?" "im going to a ball. I have one ticket, care to come?" "hell yeah!"
so i ended up at a ball with micha, his mom and some friends of his mom. the cool things about balls are that age deosnt matter. you can really mix under 20 and over 60 and its ok. even if you dance a rated R version of rumba, its ok. yeah and thats what we did. we used some formation techniques we had practised earier to do some improv. very nice! dancing is somewhat like acting. you are yourself but at the smae time oyou dive int a bigger better show version of yourself. even though you normally are good friends with your dancepartner, and only that, you all the sudden flirt like hell, nad go back to normal after the music has stopped. i think it belongs to it, to play wiht partner, yourself and your movements and the possible audience.
so what else have i been up to since my las communication?
I started single dancing wth jürgen. or at least tired it out.lets see how that will work out. its lots of fun even though i havent dacned enough with him yet to feel secure.
I visited jürgen in his "home" town heidelberg. a beautiful place which is serious competition to london for the colest place to study in.
I did a night shift with my mum, being in the OP until 1 am, seeing 3 operations and then sleep.
and last but not least i did another henna tattoo on my hand yesterday. I was in a fight with m paresnts and needed occupation to distract me, so henna was what came to my mind. so now half of my left plam is decorated with a darkbrown line design. I got it off the internet very pretty.
but now i need to go to sleep. its 0222 already and i have training tomorrow. hence good night.
Monday, 23 February 2009
Fasching
it is february, about a month before easter. so whats happening in the sleepy towns of germany? right the "narren are los". the annoying neverentding trarrii trarraaaaa which can only be endred in at least a half drunk state, the costumes, the food, the typical dancing, the parades, all that has started again.
Fasching is different to halloween. the costume are much nicer. you dont have to be something evil or nasty, you can go as anything, an indian, a belly dancer, a prisoner, an astronaut, a kangaroo, etc. i share a love-hate for it. I adore getting dressed up, eating berliner or "fastnachtsküchle" and i dont mind a bit of alcohol either, on the other hand it does get on your nerves: the music is worse than at the cheesiest mallorca ballermann, or après-skiing party in austria. and the perpetual tv parades which get bradcasted instead of the usual rubbish istn't much better.
now why am i writing this? yesterday I went to one of these fasching parties. well not really, we had a tournament (4th place) which i danced and afterwards we went to our club to shower and celebrate the bday of two people of our formation.
It was the wildest shower ever. three showers and at least 7-9 people at a time, plus sect, plus shower "colour" plus loud house music. it was fun. then we all got dressed up-i was a gene in a bottle, with sparkly blue loosehanging pants, and a rather short ans small oriental looking top. but there was an arabian oil "scheich", an indian, a prostitute, several playboy bunnies in different montures, indiana jones, a tourist, a bumble bee, the flintstones, a football player, an astronaut, an persian princess, a prisoner, and surely lots more which i cannot remember. anyhow the alcohol was pouring. I wasnt drunk, but certainly a bit tipsy, however in compared to the majority of both the b and c formation, that was still sober. then, we danced a "durchgang" of our programme, b and c mixed. te b formation dacned the programme 3 years ago, a lot more difficult, so there were some couples doing extra continuals, roundabouts, arms and lankenaus, then there were those that moved up from c to b last year, which had the landeslige programme, and then there were a couple of us that have the current version programmed into our muscle cells. It was chaotic, nobody really go the entire thing toether; dacing a few passages, leaving out some others, doing arms or not doing them, and 3 versions of the thing. the moral is: my dance partner dances better drunk than the one i danced with yesterday ;).
then there was more alcohol, some more dancing, some pizza and other food. at around 8 pm, i started making sure my fave dance partner stops the acohol tap that was dripping into his stomach- he was drunk as hell-but he actually listenend! how nice.
then at 2300 my parents picked me up :( involuntarily I again was one of the first to go. as always. yippie yippe yeay, almost 18 and still not trusted out late. but it was a really good day, a fun tournament, an even more fun party, which i guess the theme of fashing made even more crazy than it would have been otherwise.
Fasching is different to halloween. the costume are much nicer. you dont have to be something evil or nasty, you can go as anything, an indian, a belly dancer, a prisoner, an astronaut, a kangaroo, etc. i share a love-hate for it. I adore getting dressed up, eating berliner or "fastnachtsküchle" and i dont mind a bit of alcohol either, on the other hand it does get on your nerves: the music is worse than at the cheesiest mallorca ballermann, or après-skiing party in austria. and the perpetual tv parades which get bradcasted instead of the usual rubbish istn't much better.
now why am i writing this? yesterday I went to one of these fasching parties. well not really, we had a tournament (4th place) which i danced and afterwards we went to our club to shower and celebrate the bday of two people of our formation.
It was the wildest shower ever. three showers and at least 7-9 people at a time, plus sect, plus shower "colour" plus loud house music. it was fun. then we all got dressed up-i was a gene in a bottle, with sparkly blue loosehanging pants, and a rather short ans small oriental looking top. but there was an arabian oil "scheich", an indian, a prostitute, several playboy bunnies in different montures, indiana jones, a tourist, a bumble bee, the flintstones, a football player, an astronaut, an persian princess, a prisoner, and surely lots more which i cannot remember. anyhow the alcohol was pouring. I wasnt drunk, but certainly a bit tipsy, however in compared to the majority of both the b and c formation, that was still sober. then, we danced a "durchgang" of our programme, b and c mixed. te b formation dacned the programme 3 years ago, a lot more difficult, so there were some couples doing extra continuals, roundabouts, arms and lankenaus, then there were those that moved up from c to b last year, which had the landeslige programme, and then there were a couple of us that have the current version programmed into our muscle cells. It was chaotic, nobody really go the entire thing toether; dacing a few passages, leaving out some others, doing arms or not doing them, and 3 versions of the thing. the moral is: my dance partner dances better drunk than the one i danced with yesterday ;).
then there was more alcohol, some more dancing, some pizza and other food. at around 8 pm, i started making sure my fave dance partner stops the acohol tap that was dripping into his stomach- he was drunk as hell-but he actually listenend! how nice.
then at 2300 my parents picked me up :( involuntarily I again was one of the first to go. as always. yippie yippe yeay, almost 18 and still not trusted out late. but it was a really good day, a fun tournament, an even more fun party, which i guess the theme of fashing made even more crazy than it would have been otherwise.
Friday, 20 February 2009
MUNISS
and yet another mun conference has passed: but htis time a special one. MUNISS, the conference hosted by our school. this year I had teh priviledge (and the dump of work) to be the Secretry general; signing up schools, giving out countries, Student officers, and all the other boboos of people that dont get their work done.
but all went fine. we cactually doubled in size became more efficient and did have an awesome newspapaer each day for which the press sweated blood and tears each day. however under te specialist eadership of helen and charlotte it all got done nicely.
the catering was also good. admins worked (they just did!), the food was yummy and fresh and the biscuits jsut again show hoe much you can do with well invested money (caaaaaloriiiies!!!!!! :D).
th debates also were of hih quality: the SC was raging and the GA also seldom got tired. i had a crisis crisis half the time so that i culd go aroud to watch and be proud, btu actualy had to work and stress, making up some crazy story about a bolivian military coup, which actually might happen! (yes, and thats the scary part)
further muniss stresses were the beamers. gosh i hate these things, as well as a non alcohol (so sucky) party, and of course the crisis, meeting over meeting, and jsut putting the last day, with the GA, the crisis and finally the Closing Ceremony together.
however the best part is that we are slowly bt surely attracting the schools attention. our director (who seems to be doing quite well) asked me for meeting right after the end, which ill have in two weeks, right after my one week fasching holiday the upcoming week.we might get XXL support from the school next year!!
after the conference i was so dead i was sleeping dead in school the next day. but it was still a great event i wouldnt have wanted to miss out on.
but all went fine. we cactually doubled in size became more efficient and did have an awesome newspapaer each day for which the press sweated blood and tears each day. however under te specialist eadership of helen and charlotte it all got done nicely.
the catering was also good. admins worked (they just did!), the food was yummy and fresh and the biscuits jsut again show hoe much you can do with well invested money (caaaaaloriiiies!!!!!! :D).
th debates also were of hih quality: the SC was raging and the GA also seldom got tired. i had a crisis crisis half the time so that i culd go aroud to watch and be proud, btu actualy had to work and stress, making up some crazy story about a bolivian military coup, which actually might happen! (yes, and thats the scary part)
further muniss stresses were the beamers. gosh i hate these things, as well as a non alcohol (so sucky) party, and of course the crisis, meeting over meeting, and jsut putting the last day, with the GA, the crisis and finally the Closing Ceremony together.
however the best part is that we are slowly bt surely attracting the schools attention. our director (who seems to be doing quite well) asked me for meeting right after the end, which ill have in two weeks, right after my one week fasching holiday the upcoming week.we might get XXL support from the school next year!!
after the conference i was so dead i was sleeping dead in school the next day. but it was still a great event i wouldnt have wanted to miss out on.
Wednesday, 4 February 2009
a weekend of dance
again I have spent my entire last weekend not doing the homework and studywork and school work which i was supposed to, but instead i occupied myself with the fine arts: dancing. saturday was a first league latin formation tournament and sunday a tournament of my own. here some impressions and pictures.
saturday: latin the real thing.
for the second time, I was priviledged to watch some of the worlds best ofrmations: the german league, containing the surrent german champs and vice world champs: ggc bremen A. but ot only this highlight, with their famous trainer Roberto Albanese was worth it: velbert, bremen b, aachen and lastly our A formation all were there too. so after the usual four hours training, instead of going home, I roamed through ludwigsburg having some lunch, before settling in to see the competition. at first it looked like wed have dream seat: right at the top, but that wasnt to be granted, as it was a fire exit etc. so we were lucky and got other awesome seats: fourth row at the front! this meant you couldnt see the pctures, but instead you could see the dancing, the facial expressios and the single movements.
now sunday. after getting up at 5 am to di the usual makeup programme. we drove to kirchkeim (teck), had two catastrophical "stellproben", practice runs, got shouted at, gpt ready, and danced an awesome tournament. the first one had mroe adrenalin in it,but i think i was better here. It felt good and was loads of fun. m fave scene was at the end of the prerun, when we wlaked off: I looked at the judge center middle, raise my eyebrows and smile, and see him make a cross. the more crosses the better.
now guess what happened. we beat backnang c and bietigheim A!!!!!!!! :D our two rivals! it was pretty close with a 33345, but enough. getting the results was a dream. we knew we had at least the 5th place secure, so when the team infront of us, backnang c, got a majority of 5th place, we knew we would be above them. half or tema was already jumping up and down (even though we were all like hsh you dint now the result yet) but then we were up! I couldnt believe my eyes when i saw the 3s. it was more than expected, but not necessarily more than deserved. the party mood afterwards was one of the best i have ver experienced, especially when the b team (2nd place) dressed up to a "bad taste" theme.
so here are some pics: (the yellow ones are us, the whack ones the bteam after the show)
saturday: latin the real thing.
for the second time, I was priviledged to watch some of the worlds best ofrmations: the german league, containing the surrent german champs and vice world champs: ggc bremen A. but ot only this highlight, with their famous trainer Roberto Albanese was worth it: velbert, bremen b, aachen and lastly our A formation all were there too. so after the usual four hours training, instead of going home, I roamed through ludwigsburg having some lunch, before settling in to see the competition. at first it looked like wed have dream seat: right at the top, but that wasnt to be granted, as it was a fire exit etc. so we were lucky and got other awesome seats: fourth row at the front! this meant you couldnt see the pctures, but instead you could see the dancing, the facial expressios and the single movements.
now sunday. after getting up at 5 am to di the usual makeup programme. we drove to kirchkeim (teck), had two catastrophical "stellproben", practice runs, got shouted at, gpt ready, and danced an awesome tournament. the first one had mroe adrenalin in it,but i think i was better here. It felt good and was loads of fun. m fave scene was at the end of the prerun, when we wlaked off: I looked at the judge center middle, raise my eyebrows and smile, and see him make a cross. the more crosses the better.
now guess what happened. we beat backnang c and bietigheim A!!!!!!!! :D our two rivals! it was pretty close with a 33345, but enough. getting the results was a dream. we knew we had at least the 5th place secure, so when the team infront of us, backnang c, got a majority of 5th place, we knew we would be above them. half or tema was already jumping up and down (even though we were all like hsh you dint now the result yet) but then we were up! I couldnt believe my eyes when i saw the 3s. it was more than expected, but not necessarily more than deserved. the party mood afterwards was one of the best i have ver experienced, especially when the b team (2nd place) dressed up to a "bad taste" theme.
so here are some pics: (the yellow ones are us, the whack ones the bteam after the show)
Thursday, 29 January 2009
debating till the last mark
teachers fights are interresting. there are those between horrible studants and horrible teachers-> the teacher wins. then there are those between good students and horrible teachers-> in the end the teacher wins. (though the student might get credited with some battles) and then there are the hardest battles of all. those when zou need one more mark to get the full score but the teacher just wont give it to you. and guess what -> the teacher wins.
this jsut happened in bio. my debating skills mun have hammered into me failed. my class debate skills failed and even my tok enduring skills were not good enough to up my mark to a 7 from 7-. grrrrrrrr. mr garvey pleeeeeaaase!!!! o:)
this jsut happened in bio. my debating skills mun have hammered into me failed. my class debate skills failed and even my tok enduring skills were not good enough to up my mark to a 7 from 7-. grrrrrrrr. mr garvey pleeeeeaaase!!!! o:)
Friday, 23 January 2009
Fräulein Julie
provocant and selfaware the drama blasted the brains out of the modest and partially already chalked up audience. Fräulein Julie, a naturalist skandinavian drama written by Strindberg interpreted newly, with catwalk instead of kitchen, a mixture of tecktonic jumpstlye and discodance instead of the traditional walz, and the implied love story, (ok, even in the text its quite clear whats happening) the story of lust, seduction and sex, is stripped down and carved out, fitting to the drift of the time.
Picture from http://www.staatstheater.stuttgart.de
Stripped is the right word. layer by layer the clothing fell. a panty under the rather short skirt was rather "normal". due to dancing im immune to such things anyhow. but soon the clothing fell. not only could you watch the actors change at the back of the "stage", the catwalk. but one of the coolest scenes, which really took your breath away was the final scene before it was clear the characters would sleep together: he still warns her: this is not good, stop whilst you can, im an arse. but she is the dominant one. Julie is superior, not only in class but in strongmindedness. her response is cool, calculated but still playful and highly seductive. she takes off her dress in front of him and cooly strolls off. he follows, also stripping on the way, with the same cool aprehension. like models on a runway, just that you know where theyve come from and where they are gong, theres more than that.
the end however still streched a bit. he loves me, she loves me, but he still only calls me "sie". she doesnt have as much money so she can go somewhere, hes an ideot that wanted to use me, but i still love him. no you dont yes you do yes i do. lets run away no i dont want to anymore, but i must, but i have money, but no not without my bird. forget him. no i wont go anymore, what will happen, you are cruel i want to kill you. inbetween some kissing some almost fighting, some vulgarities. but all in all it became brain overload. the firework of the beginning decrescendoed into wordy muddles of the soul that allowed the attention to dwindle away.
we all know the story in some way or another. the mutual affection is there, but somehow both dont really want to make it work. or one does and the other doesnt know or both dont really and think they do. the versions of love drama are numerous and neverending: the schoolfriend, the person everybody is gossiping about, at least if there is no better example the bollywood cheese. but i still think this story was packaged well. The director and characters had taken the original text and remodeled it, reinterpreted it and made it scandalous again, which is what naturalism was at that time. not that stripped people are something new in our time of playboy overload, but as always for some reason sex sells and works over and over again.
Picture from http://www.staatstheater.stuttgart.de
Stripped is the right word. layer by layer the clothing fell. a panty under the rather short skirt was rather "normal". due to dancing im immune to such things anyhow. but soon the clothing fell. not only could you watch the actors change at the back of the "stage", the catwalk. but one of the coolest scenes, which really took your breath away was the final scene before it was clear the characters would sleep together: he still warns her: this is not good, stop whilst you can, im an arse. but she is the dominant one. Julie is superior, not only in class but in strongmindedness. her response is cool, calculated but still playful and highly seductive. she takes off her dress in front of him and cooly strolls off. he follows, also stripping on the way, with the same cool aprehension. like models on a runway, just that you know where theyve come from and where they are gong, theres more than that.
the end however still streched a bit. he loves me, she loves me, but he still only calls me "sie". she doesnt have as much money so she can go somewhere, hes an ideot that wanted to use me, but i still love him. no you dont yes you do yes i do. lets run away no i dont want to anymore, but i must, but i have money, but no not without my bird. forget him. no i wont go anymore, what will happen, you are cruel i want to kill you. inbetween some kissing some almost fighting, some vulgarities. but all in all it became brain overload. the firework of the beginning decrescendoed into wordy muddles of the soul that allowed the attention to dwindle away.
we all know the story in some way or another. the mutual affection is there, but somehow both dont really want to make it work. or one does and the other doesnt know or both dont really and think they do. the versions of love drama are numerous and neverending: the schoolfriend, the person everybody is gossiping about, at least if there is no better example the bollywood cheese. but i still think this story was packaged well. The director and characters had taken the original text and remodeled it, reinterpreted it and made it scandalous again, which is what naturalism was at that time. not that stripped people are something new in our time of playboy overload, but as always for some reason sex sells and works over and over again.
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