Sunday, 29 July 2012

My Favourite Moments of the London 2012 Olympic Games Opening Ceremony

This is for everyone. - Danny Boyle, director of the London 2012 Olympic Games opening ceremony

Olympic Bell
Inscribed with the words "be not afraid, the isle is full of noises" (a line from Shakespeare's The Tempest), the Bell was rung by Tour de France winner Bradley Wiggins to launch the opening ceremony. 

Pic credit: Paul Gilham

Olympic Rings
A river of "molten steel" flowed forth, slowly filling up a perfect circle. Volunteers dressed up as workers were hammering away at it. Out of a sudden, this circle was raised into the air and combined with other four circles from different sides of the stadium to form the Olympic rings. Sparks were emitted. Magnificent, eh?

Pic credit: Laurence Griffith


Olympic Cauldron
I thought the Olympic Cauldron would be a big receptable, lit by a torch-bearer. Turns out that the organising committee had something else in mind.

I noticed that during the parade of nations, a team from each country was led by a flag-bearer, plaque-bearers and a child holding something. I wasn't paying much attention to these children, but later, it was revealed that each of the children was carrying a "copper petal" inscribed with the name of the country he or she was accompanying and the words “XXX Olympiad London 2012”. These copper "petals" were later joined to steel "stems" and ignited by seven young athletes (a break from tradition). This huge manufactured open fire flower then bloomed in the reverse fashion by rising up and coming together, symbolising the peaceful gathering of 204 nations and territories competing in the Games.

Said Thomas Heatherwick, the designer/developer of the Olympic Cauldron: 
We were aware cauldrons had been getting bigger, higher, fatter as each Olympics happened and we felt we shouldn't try to be even bigger than the last ones. This incredible event has 204 nations coming together, so we had a child from each country bringing these copper polished objects in. At the end of the Games this cauldron will dismantle itself and radiate back down to the ground and each of those copper pieces will be taken away by each nation and put in a national Olympic cabinet somewhere.
Credit: Associated Press (AP)

I like it. Simple, beautiful and symbolic.

Drum performance
Dame Evelyn Glennie led the drumming for the Pandemonium segment. I joked that it was Lady Gaga performing (not!). The music played by the percussion was Underworld's "And I Will Kiss".

Pic credit: Lars Baron

Rowan Atkinson as Mr. Bean
Need I say more? :P


 Parachute
Stunt performers acting as Mr. Bond and the Queen jumped off a helicopter over the stadium. British sense of humour. Her Majesty was safely on the ground, arriving shortly after the parachute sequence.

Pic credit: Olivier Morin

Floating Inflatable Baby?
Part of the tribute to U.K.'s National Health Service. Children, nurses, hospital beds, giant inflatable baby ...


Throughout the show, you could detect British sense and sensibility, some touch of humour and most evidently, individuality. The organisers did not choose to follow Beijing's grand, majestic and synchronised opening ceremony; rather, they honestly reflected upon their past and brought it out for the whole world to see. Musicians, authors, royalty, athletes, children and others all came together in a ceremony that was more whimsical than solemn. Present throughout the opening ceremony was the inherently British self-deprecating humour. The organisers also display their economic and environmental sense in matters of performers' costumes, arenas and stadiums as well as the Olympic Cauldron.

A fine show, one that stands on its own.

Friday, 27 July 2012

Languor

My college uni mates are all scattered to the four winds. Some are back in their hometown, others are enjoying their holidays abroad. Really envy those who are abroad - judging from the pics they'd taken, it seems that they are having a mighty good time. Speaking about friends, lately some old acquaintances got in touch with me. I thought they'd forgotten me for good, because I wasn't very close to them. So it came as a pleasant surprise. What is it that made them remember me? Hmmn ...

Credit: Hetemeel.com

Considered getting a part-time job, but I refuse to turn away this hard-earned rest (some other holidays, not now). Hence the languor. Stockpiled enough books back in March for times like this. I thought I didn't want to touch any books after my finals, but I just can't help it! :D I've been reading some detective stories and non-fiction as well as catching up on some movies that I'd missed. 

So yeah, that's about it - my first two weeks of semester break. Spent like that. London Summer Olympics opens today. Footballer David Beckham will play a role in the opening ceremony (so mysterious a role that people are still guessing what that role is). So far, a quiet affair this Olympics is, compared to the Beijing 2008 edition, but with so many controversies. Wonder how the whole thing will play out in the next three weeks. A gold for our country? Keeping my fingers crossed.

Monday, 23 July 2012

那一天:21/7/12

前天,我陪我妈妈去探望外婆。
说真的,我也蛮久没看她老人家。
前阵子我还缺席她的庆生(好过意不去)。

驾车前往吉隆坡市,不怎么记得路了。
我妈和我商讨去路是怎样、路标是什么等。
我比较熟悉这条路,而我妈比较会灵市的路。
结果,我们很可爱地争论直到抵达目的地。

外婆有很多东西跟我讲。
舅母和妈妈有聊不完的话题。
我坐着听外婆说这个、怨那个。
我看得出她等个观众等了很久。

回程由我妈驾车,走灵市小路。
我很久没来过这里,可是没什么大变化。
只是有个交通圈改成有交通灯的十字路口。

走了这么多路,让我大开眼界啊。
(且不说那个跟在我们旁边
边驾车边挖鼻屎的女驾驶人士)

Wednesday, 18 July 2012

睡

咻——
我只想静静地躺一躺
烦恼啊忧虑啊
我都把你们搁在桌上

阖上吧
这沉重的双眼
别再去看
别再去想
也别想像了
就让自己
轻轻地溜入梦乡

呼噜
呼噜
呼噜

“妈咪,做莫树上有一只猪在睡觉?”

“少来了,你这个十万个为什么!”

Monday, 16 July 2012

Jog for Hope 2012

Before sunrise yesterday, my friends and I went to Taylor's College Sri Hartamas for a charity run called "Jog for Hope 2012". The crowd was huge and superbly energetic at that early hour. Two people from a fitness centre led us runners in a warm-up. What with the jiggling, shaking, waving and stretching of various body parts ... a friend of mine joked, "you'll spot the regular clubbers among the crowd".

The first few hundred metres were manageable, though not as easy as I thought it would be. The slopes, not to mention the eager runners, made it a little more challenging than my weekly running regime. Yet I persisted.

After hitting the one or two kilometres mark, many were strolling serenely, admiring the slow and charming sunrise. I slowed down to a jog but never stopped for water nor sunrise because I know it would be difficult to regain my momentum if I stop altogether. I tried to breathe evenly. I tried, also, to jog at a regular pace with small body movements. Before this I swung my limbs back and forth (like crazy) for speed; now I minimise those movements so as to conserve energy.

Not long after I made the adjustments, I heard somebody calling my name, from far away in front. Apparently two of my friends got ahead of me and were waiting for the rest, including me, to catch up. There I stopped jogging and started walking with my two friends. We yakked away and took pictures as mementos (like nobody's business). We saw a young mother running while pushing a perambulator, giving words of encouragement to herself and her child in the pram. Later, her son got down from the pram and started running. The mother jogged slowly and shouted to her son, "come! chase mommy!" Wow.

About ten minutes elapsed before our other friends rejoined us. Some of them were out of breath and wanted to just walk the rest of the way; others were ambling and chatting. A runner friend suggested to me that both of us run, so I followed her. It was good to be able to run again. After a short distance we stopped and waited. We practically pushed and encouraged our other friends to run. My friend, being rather "high", shouted "come on, this is 'Jog for Hope' not 'Walk for Hope'. Run! Run! Run!"

We agreed to walk until the finishing line came into view. The large "FINISH" banner was our cue to start running madly. People around us stared curiously, but we laughed and rushed towards the finishing line.

It felt as though every minute of my life was well spent while running. I hardly noticed the passing of time, if I hadn't checked it. That's the pleasure part of it. The pain part? Well, I expected muscle cramps or soreness yesterday but they didn't appear. This morning I woke up and perceived this unusual bone-deep throbbing. It recurs every time I walk.

Honestly this run is one of my most rewarding experiences (really, :P).

Thursday, 12 July 2012

一二五零时

今天考最后一科
虽然早已写好答案
但我没像大多数同学一样
提早离开考场

应该是放不下
心里的恐惧吧
害怕万一在回程时
想改答案
届时欲哭无泪咯

离交卷还有十分钟的时候
我的老师走到我身边
问我要不要交卷子
我客气地婉拒他
心里在想
他是怎么了
平时我跟他没多话
现在跑过来跟我搭讪似的

难道他认出了我
是他批改我的功课
是他在最后一页
留下令人鼓舞的评语
还是他只想找人闲聊
抑或是他察觉到
我无聊至极

别人对我好
我总是不习惯啊
呵呵

Wednesday, 4 July 2012

True Love

True love. Is it normal,
is it serious, is it practical?
What does the world get from two people
who exist in a world of their own?

Placed on the same pedestal for no good reason,
drawn randomly from millions but convinced
it had to happen this way – in reward for what?
For nothing.
The light descends from nowhere.
Why on these two and not on others?
Doesn’t this outrage justice? Yes it does.
Doesn’t it disrupt our painstakingly erected principles,
and cast the moral from the peak? Yes on both accounts.

Look at the happy couple.
Couldn’t they at least try to hide it,
fake a little depression for their friends’ sake?
Listen to them laughing – it’s an insult.
The language they use – deceptively clear.
And their little celebrations, rituals,
the elaborate mutual routines -
it’s obviously a plot behind the human race’s back!

It’s hard even to guess how far things might go
if people start to follow their example.
What could religion and poetry count on?
What would be remembered? What renounced?
Who’d want to stay within bounds?

True love. Is it really necessary?
Tact and common sense tell us to pass over it in silence,
like a scandal in Life’s highest circles.
Perfectly good children are born without its help.
It couldn’t populate the planet in a million years,
it comes along so rarely.

Let the people who never find true love
keep saying that there’s no such thing.

Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.


True Love,
from View with a Grain of Sand: Selected Poems
by Wisława Szymborska
English translation by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh

 
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