okay people. this is an extremely rated clip. beware.
okay yes i know the whole video is dope. the first guy's powermoves are epic insane but whatever. just watch from 6.40 onwards.
enjoy the last part of this video.
when the guy in the front moves out of the way, all the opponents had was smoke.
smoked. smoked epic smoked.
meet physicx.
** and for bitch's sake, he's a VEGGIE.
friends, he's a vegetable eater.
why, physicx, why.
**
EDIT:
okay just for fun, i uploaded the interview physicx had that revealed the reasons why korean fangirls just had to marry him.
rofl at 0.33 interviewer "im sitting next to physicxxx <33333 physicx from rivers..." + epic aegyo attempt
5.23 "do you find it harder...to be more creativee... (starts smiling sheepishly) to come up with like, more...explosive moves...in the circle and the..."
*UNHHH. UNHHH.*
lol she had the whole "touch my body" thing going on throughout the whole movie. but apart from that the interview was cool.
i mean, physicx is a vegetarian.
no, doubt, about it.
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10:56 PM|
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
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i realised that post quite emo.
SLEPT AT HOME FROM 4 TO TWELVE
IM A DEAD DUCK TMRW, INSOMNIA.
shall go watch youtube movies.
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12:17 AM|
Monday, October 26, 2009
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People asked me what made me start dancing, how i suddenly became a breaker, how i suddenly knew how to dance, what 22209 means, stuff like that. I guess i'll say it now, since its been a while. And before I forget it all somehow.
I never suddenly knew how to dance. It all started last december, when i was stuck with no one but myself to seek advice from for the choreography of a talentime dance performance. I never had the intention to learn dance till the day i started working on my first assignment as an exco member of my house, and couldn't seem to get anything in my head. Probably without talentime, i would be a very different person now.
Strangely, something told me that i might get something done if i walk around the neighbourhood for inspiration. and by pure coincidence I wandered to the lowest basement of bukit timah shopping centre (the uluest level of the uluest building in my neighbourhood) and found a group of breakers down there, rocking some amazing shit. I didn't dare to approach them at first, i thought it impossible for me to do anything like it.
The second time i went down there were less people, and I asked them where they were from after much courage. They told me that they were from a dance school just beside them, and gave me a pamphlet from their advertisement rack that showed me the details. The choice of joining this dance class was a twist in my journey that i would never ever regret.
The first day of my dance class was pretty much fail. Everything of mine was below par. I was placed at a side of the class to learn basic dance moves. I went home without saying bye to any of my classmates, feeling really embarrased. Told myself I will improve and not fucking lose face in front of any of those kids the next time i turn up.
They never really liked top schools. Hence I never told them which school i was in.
Gradually I started picking up the art, but the fact that I took up this dance alone was excruciating at times. I had no one to talk to or stick with during my classes. Attending the fuyo competition 2 months into my breaking proved to be pretty fail because i didn't know anybody, and was too inexperienced to join the cyphers. I felt really small, and couldn't share it with anyone. I was gradually exposed to smoke, liquor and cyphers, stuff i never thought i would even touch.
But what was worse was when certain friends i had responded to my new interest in ways which hurt me much.
"Dancer? Hahaha....mike seriously, i will never be able to imagine you dancing. come on! get real."
Nevertheless, we finished the choreography, and in january our dance performance was a success. I met breakers Chiap and Ye oon, who were inspired by their experience in OIP. We decided to train together, and learn new moves and share them with each other.
so 22209 was a day when i decided to enrol myself in a jitterbugs workshop for fun, with a friend. It was an adult hiphop class but i never knew how to dance hiphop. So i was the worst in the class and Patrick Loo, the teacher, singled me out as the "not so good dancer". "How old are you? (16.) Its okay, you have a long way to go." Stab.
I keep this date in memory, such that exactly one year from then, i would look back at where i have come from and can safely tell myself, I have improved, I have succeeded. I will be able to look at people in the eye and say that I am a dancer.
I gradually improved, met friends, or dance classmates Kokwee, Feifei, Benjamin, Keola, Sean, Jaydn, Yangrui and a few others. We got to know each other well and dance classes became more of a fun get-together than the arduous regime i experienced a few months ago. I could even teach some people a few moves when they needed help, which felt good (: Nas and Farhan were spectacular teachers, learnt a great deal from them about breaking techniques and history. Props to all these guys.
Hope to see yall soon, because the dance studio closed down after half a year of me learning there.
Decided to get some new people in my school that had similar interests, to keep the spirit alive. It was pretty hard to find the ones I know today. Some of them changed their interests along the way, some of them felt too committed, and some of them had their interests, but sadly didn't have the courage to continue with it. Fortunately I had a great team of friends I found and continued breaking with till this day - Yeoon, Chiap, Wilbert and I. Of course, there are those that are potentially coming in - Isaac and Weihing, and many others whom we just haven't found yet. In fact one day Troy, a RJ senior, found us breaking and joined us. Along the way he encouraged us to keep improving and stuff, and was willing to join us for subsequent sessions despite his A level preps.
All this while my 3 friends and I have been regularly training, doing what we love to do. As of now we might not have made a significant improvement, or looked really good. But we have an aim to fulfil, a point to prove, an addiction to satiate. And we will, through effort, continue to move forward and up.
So now it has been 10 months. And, yeah. its been 10 months. Perhaps few of you guys will be able to appreciate this post, its okay. Just felt inspired enough to write this today.
Just don't back down from whatever people throw at you that threatens to hinder you from doing what you love. Its just a matter of time before you are the one that eventually shines, leaving others gagging and choking from the snide remarks to be forced back into the mouths they once belonged in.
****
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9:27 PM|
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HELLO
Okay um I don't really have much to say. except I can already see you turning out to be a guy who'd migrate to the US, find a biker chick... and live the YES MAN life. Somehow I see that in you. Okay lah this is the rough length of a tag.
Getting back papers tmr )<
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6:39 PM|
Sunday, October 25, 2009
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I just wanted to give you guys an opportunity to know more about the dance. It really don't matter if you people don't appreciate it. But just remember that next year we aren't gonna be so free anymore so its up to you guys really.
And for those who talk but don't act its kay just don't let me see your face or I'll just smoke you cos you don't deserve anything else.
Lets go guys up the effort
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7:47 PM|
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QUIZ TIME
1. Do you need him/her to be good looking?
Yes I need her to be pretty. STOP IT JINFU, SOOYOUNG IS PRETTY.
2. Smart?
Maybe a little less smart than me. So I can crack witticisms. Hence she has to be smart enough to understand my witticisms. But she can't be so smart that she is able to reply these witticisms. And screw up my sexy "dandy" image.
Man this is complicated. Okay just not a dumb bitch.
3. Preferred age?
2 or 3 years older or younger is fine.
4. Preferred height?
A little shorter but not so short, like Anurak. I might as well kiss the floor.
5. How about sense of humour?
For first impressions, not really. But if you are short, fat, ugly and dumb, at least laugh when I suan you la
6. How about piercings?
I will never let my girlfriend pierce anything that doesn't start with E.
But I mean, if I'm making out with my ideal girl and realise she has a piercing at a place that starts with another letter, I guess it'll be a little too late.
7. Accepts you for who you are?
NO BITCH! *revs the engine* GET IN MY CAR HO
8. Pink hair?
Pink highlights.
9. Mushy or no?
When I want her to be mushy. If I don't, *revs engine again*
STREEEEETS!
10. Thin or fat?
I guess I will love her for better or worse, not through thick or thin. Uhur hur hur hur
No fatties. Unless she's got a good sense of humor. Uhur hur hur hur
11. Black, Brown or White (skin) ?
"In hip hop culcha, no one gonna be discriminatin' "
12. Long hair or short hair?
Depends on how you look in it.
13. Plastic or metal?
Yes, I'd rather marry T-800 than Dawn Yang.
14. Smells good?
Rexona.
15. Smoker?
There's only ONE THING she can put in her mouth and that is my
Dinner treat
16. Drinker?
I have to be a better drinker. Act macho and stuff.
17. Girl/Boy-next-door type?
Okay what do people mean by "girl next door".
My neighbours aren't hot. One of them is spastic.
18. Muscular?
mmmmm. good.
…NO MAN, NO.
19. Plays piano?
Can lah. Im not so artsayfartsay
20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?
I won't mind punk rocker chick.
21. Plays violin?
WHO'S THE ONE SUPPOSED TO BE SERENADING.
22. Sings very good?
Okay, enough with the musical shit. seriously
23. Vain?
Sometimes a little vainness gives her that "arrogant" feel that is quite kinky heh heh *rubs hands*
Okay but if she was a little vain she would bother to dress up for parties. That would be good.
But not too vein or I will be bloody disgusted hurhurhur
24. With glasses?
Rock it geek style
25. With braces?
Straight teeth. Good.
26. Shy type?
Maybe a girl widda little attitude
27. Rebel or good boy/girl?
A little to the bad side
28. Active or passive?
Active.
29. Tight or bomb?
BOMBBB
30. Singer or dancer?
Dancer. Then I can go clubs with her without making her look like a lost chicken
31. Stunner?
I like life with a lil surprise
32. Hipho
NON STOP, HIP HOP, SHOW STOP, BODY POP, 247365 ALL DAY EVERY DAY
Chiap you know it
33. Earrings?
Which girl doesn't wear earrings these days? Even amos wears earrings.
Its funny if she flirts with me, but if she be flirtin with some OTHER DUDE… *revs engine*
40. Poem writer?
Can, but not too eccentric. Not a sonnet a day, that's so lesbian.
41. Serious?
Its aite but sometimes serious chicks can be really irritating.
42. Campus crush?
In hip hop culcha we don't discriminate
43. Painter?
….get a job
44. Religious?
Not so religious but knows her faith
45. Someone who likes to tease people?
Hahaha she can attempt to tease me. ATTEMPT.
46. Computer games geek? Or internet freak?
….this is like having an FMK with aileen, rosie and uncle chang of canteen stall 1.
47. Speaks 20 languages?
That's gay.
48. Loyal or faithful?
….. these questions
49. Good kisser?
NO KISS ME BADLY
50. Loves children?
MY CHILDREN. *revs engine*
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7:42 PM|
Saturday, October 24, 2009
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eoys are finally, fucking, flipping, over.
man. feels so damn free. *throws physics assignments around*
oh but stupid lit teachers had to go oh, meet us outside after you finish your lit paper so we can pour cold water over us by going "congratulations for finishing your lit paper! BUT LIT IS NOT OVER HAHAHHAHA"
my god thanks anticlimax to the max.
humans programme talk yesterday was pretty cool. teachers sounded cool. (but whats with the white parade?) had to go to the different classrooms to explore and discover new and interesting anecdotes about hp and why i should waste some time applying for it. I bought the promotion but was still confused about whether i should take TSD or H. history or theatre studies. mann. tough choice.
practicality or passion? enjoyment or time? AGH WAIT TILL EOYS GIVEN BACK LAH
so after that chiap and i went esplanade to chill out for a while. Haven't lost that much of my breaking. even got a few more moves! just that i busted my scab on my elbow. There weren't that many people down there, it was pretty dope.
but i still can't do 1990s.
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went back home after a great day, ahh. wanted to take a hot shower and rest and play games and sleep. walking up the stairs to the lift lobby when i saw something i have never seen for 16 years of my presence in this world -
a crew breaking right outside my house, on the stairs.
my house is actually sherwood towers, above this place called bukit timah plaza. a part of the building has a flight of stairs that is VERY noticeable and hence used as drop off points more often than the built-in taxi stand. and those dudes were breaking there. what were they thinking.
so since i was in my attire and all i said hi to them and proceeded to have a battle outside my house. it felt weird but it was cool. props to tanglin sec boys, hcis boys, jordan and zulu fresh crew. it was fun, and you guys are really smooth for your age. dayum.
me: "had a battle at the void deck outside my house." mum: "wha?"
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today had fun with wilbert and yeoon. breaking again. non-stop hip hop.
too bad none of the juniors had the time to make it for the session. wish they'd come more often. or come once. sadness.
did this octagon thing. its like dancing between 8 chairs and making sure you don't touch the sides. it was HARD. much much harder than i thought it was and i already thought it was difficult at the start. but it was fun lah haha.
but when i came back home i crashed cos of all the PHYSICAL STRAIN. i'll probably be a veggie tomorrow.
see ya guys on monday. for the chinese shit.
THAT WAS A LONG POST THAT MADE UP FOR MY DAOING. SO HAVE FUN READING IT, OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
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5:47 PM|
Friday, October 23, 2009
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a blink of an eye and its the last day of the exams, and im up in the morning in a very hangoverish state.
just feeling the impact that 4 years have whizzed by so quickly, and all those hopes and dreams we wanted to achieve in the school have now turned into fleeting memories. Its strange that it seems like it was yesterday that i entered this school...man. emo rant. i'll try to write an essay on it next time.
after eoys our class will be going bubblin. then i'll have a humans programme talk. then will catch up on dance prac. catch up on friends. movies. games.
no but first i will spend a HELL lot of time with my classmates.
gonna miss 4b like crazy, and all this nostalgia even when i have 2 weeks more with them.
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sorry for daoing this blog for a while. I realised that i was actually mugging quite crazily. problem is the only thing im worried about now is precisely the subject i always thought i would do well in. and that is the paper that i am taking at 11 today.
exam mugging routine was almost always like, go to ngee ann poly, mug, rest, mug, basketball, lunch, mug, break, mug, go home and 8 hours of mugging in my bag. dude thats hardcore. its even more hardcore than last year. 8 hours a day..you gotta be shitting me.
i will probably be in even more of a hangover on sunday, when i have nothing to do. i wanna go out and stuff. buy a new pair of shoes - man, onitsuka tigers are badass. or a SKATEBOARD (haha set eewei im game for it). and a new mp3 player if my results show.
i wanna go for the halloween party. see if my mum allows. MAN, I LOVE SLEEPOVERS. the idea of sleepovers. but i have never experienced one. its sad cos agh damn. its complicated. no its not complicated MY MUM WOULDN'T LET ME.
and hopefully next year can join fuyo! if i train hard enough. with my friends.
