Friday, August 12, 2005

prague and berlin photos!

I just woke up to something really really nasty, to the point that I'm all ready to spit bolts and nails out of my mouth. Which is quite a rare thing, considering how even-tempered I am [which is NOT a plus point]. How I wish I can go on and on about it, but that's not going to do anyone any good, least of all myself. It's just.. really upsetting when you've been proven wrong. (Again!) Ah well, I shall shaddup and get on with my original post.

The following pictures are taken in Prague:

I'm sure you can see my dad being cheeky, and he stripped for the camera in the last row photo. Okay, kidding, it was TOO hot - 40deg in Prague, I don't blame him for doing so!

On the left column, I'm standing outside the Prague State Opera WHICH WAS CLOSED FOR RENOVATION, hence the endless pouting. This wasn't my day. The really pretty girl next to me is a Czech girl called Lenka, who I met on the train en route to Berlin.

Apart from the 1st two pictures in the top row of Municipal House, the rest are of Old Town Square:

Top row centre picture: That's the place where Mozart's Don Giovanni was premiered in 1787!!!! The statue that my Dad's posing next to in the last row is Antonin Dvorak. Speaking of which, I've actually not heard any of his works in Prague. Everywhere I go, I just keep hearing bad renditions of that blasted Moldau by Smetana. Which is a pretty nice piece when it's not being slaughtered by strangled chickens for violins.

Last row: I thought that 'Smoking Woman' sign was pretty funny. My dad was trying to imitate the performers in the poster *duh*, and that was for the Black Light Theatre. Some form of theatre genre which combines pantomine, music and acting, and highly dependant on UV lighting. The statue in the last picture is the Commander from Mozart/Da Ponte's Don Giovanni, where he drags Don Giovanni (cheating lying womanizing scumbag) down to the pits of Hell.

Now for Berlin photos!

See the 'Herbert von Karajan' St sign? I dragged my dad all the way to the Berlin Philharmonic "We must go! I don't care! I must listen to them play! I don't care!", only to find out that THEY WERE ON THEIR SUMMER BREAK. They only resume their normal calender of events ON THE DAY I LEAVE BERLIN. First Prague, and now this?!?! I was a sad, sad girl on tour.

Ohhh I forgot about these pictures from Prague:

That shop just gave me the chills. You never know if those dolls would one day be infused with stolen life, and start walking up to you ala Chucky with their eyes glowing emerald and their stilted creaking puppet-like movements as they try to claw your skin off in an attempt to take your skin for their own, and your life for themselves... Fine. They give me the creeps. You can't blame me when this shop was located directly below the Jewish graveyard. How freaky is that?

Okay I'm feeling a lil spooked out, taking into consideration of the fact that it IS the seventh month and I really should watch what I say. I'll post the rest of the pictures another time. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to look for all my old Barbie dolls and He-Man toys and She-Ra figurines and throw them all away. Now now now now now.

blueprint

I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator.

fresh monodies

home sweet home.
feeling peaky.
I'm a graduate!
london, here i come!
I'VE GOT THE POTTER BOOK
rain, rain, go away.
this is it.
mackie's here to stay.
updates and tagged.
'loss' is slowly tattooed onto my skull.

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treatises on life

arty jen
betty boop
carmentica
charming-linn
chasing snowy cars
cheeky lynn
cheryliciously glam
clean and cute
cyclist-mad bass
darling dominic
feisty jing
fellow ditz-sista/porkSTAR
hail mary!
hell's kitchen
hero on the beach
h-Euge heart
hunky lenny
lipgloss queen
little cheryl
live n learn, baby
lolita lou
loony loon
mr popular
musically dan
m y s t j
phringe
princess tania
roger smurf
runaway pigeon
sabotage king jeremiah
sibling angst1
sibling angst2
spector dan
spunky tian
steffy bunny
sun-sunzzz
teeny wee-nee
weeeee, leonard!
yangtze yang'en

frivolous pursuits

for shallow ppl
for very geeky ppl
for the truly bored
spun prose
binary thoughts
past imprints
some stamps
montage of images
other memories

mulling over

And there were phlegmatic souls.