This crew started this year, 2011, and is made up of very talented and hard working students who are always eager to learn more. This is the very beggining of what might be a long journey in dance for these members.

Members in the Crew:

-Carolina Telio
-Andrea Ramirez
-Stephanie Park
-Barbara Cotado
-Sesol Jung
-Jennifer Mini Lee
-Eunjoo Lim
-Jeen Kim
-Vanessa Uriza
-Claire Lee
-Lorraine Campos
-Karina Bucciarelli

Choreographer: Carolina Telio

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From about one year and 5 months back from today until, let’s say… forever.. Vinicius Correa Denucci.

2: Your biggest fear 

Acting on instinct and regretting that forever.

3: Something you hate about yourself

Speaking before thinking.

4: Something you like about yourself 

Determination.

5: Something you regret

Being so naive.

6: Something you pretend to hate but secretly like 

Justin Bieber.. hahaha

7: Something nobody knows about you 

I feel more than I let show.

8: Something embarrassing 

I read cliche romantic page-turners before going to sleep.

9: Someone you hate 

No names should be mentioned, let’s just categorize: Women who don’t know their limits.

10: Someone you love 

My dear boyfriend.

11: One thing you wish you could do without anyone knowing

Take some time off, and travel for a few days.

12: One thing you would confess to your best friend

I think of them more often than I call them or ask them out.

13: One thing you would confess to your parents

They don’t know most of what I’ve been through.

14: One thing you would confess to your crush 

I’m afraid of losing him.

15: Anything else you want to confess 

Different from what my attitude seems to reflect, I do believe in love.

I was supposed to have the wife beater he bought in the states for him, and turned out to be a quadrillion sizes smaller… but he said he misplaced it. Right. I do have his pre-college school materials, for me to study and get in college soon. That counts right ? Plus, it was indeed very sweet of him to give it to me. It’s very hard to think of things at the top of my head that I own that is his… Probably because there’s not much.. hahaha

Oh well, day 10 was pretty short !

Just like Albert Einstein once said, “insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results”. Well, by that definition, call me crazy.

Since last year I’ve been having troubles participating on this dance festival of the place my group uses to practice. Starting by the fact that the academy itself isn’t professional and their festivals are pretty amateur I must admit it is always pretty much a waste of time. As much as I love dancing and would dance independent of where I am I still feel like this is a complete nonsense. We pay 200 bucks for a dance outfit that is borderline ridiculous and will NEVER be used again. Last year we were the octopus and this year we are the pirates. Yes, there is quite a level of improvement however it is still pretty silly. Not only that but I’ve been having some troubles with the choreographer and his ways of working. Different from most people, independent of someone’s status in society I tend to judge them just like I would anyone else. This guy, as talented and experienced as he may be, has been slacking and not taking time to do our choreography. I know, I know, who am I to judge such a professional like that… But I can’t help but notice that our dance is filled up with a bunch of easy, non-developed steps that seem to simply add up to just another transition. Yes, I do take my time to study different steps and watch videos to actually improve my dance skills. And for quite a while now, I’ve been stuck on the same level with him. It’s not that I am being arrogant and saying I’m better than everyone, because I am not, but there are so many people there wasting their potential because he won’t seem to push us to another level. What frustrates me the most is that during competition seasons everyone gets their hopes up that we will eventually win something, however, sometimes even when everyone do their best as a dancer, the choreography has to have a winning competition level, something it doesn’t seem to have. All in all, I am just tired of dedicating myself to useless easy routines that don’t add up to my knowledge and actually makes me feel ashamed on stage, because I know that no only me, but everyone there, is capable of doing so much better. I just wish sometimes, that he would take his time and consideration to think and plan on us… Even as busy as he might be, I still think we’re worth believing in.

After a very interesting weekend with the Haunted House and Halloween I’ve entered a deep and hopeless state of clinical procrastination. Yesterday I woke up feeling extremely useless. Apart from the occasional headache and other pains recurring from a sickness I was just depressed all day. I feel like I don’t want to do anything, and have no motivation for anything either. Just now for example, my hands are just hovering over the keyboard eventually hitting some keys but I am very much indifferent to what I’m writing. Even though I slept for quite a long time yesterday and last night, I still feel very tired and sleepy. I feel like laying in bed and even when doing so I feel bored. Perhaps I grew tired, once again, of this pointless and useless routine that school is. Waking up every morning, looking forward for events and things created by teachers and people with the simple objective of getting a numerical value trying to represent our level of intelligence. When we all know that at some point, these things are useless. I guess I’m tired of worrying and stressing about crafted paradigms in such institution. I feel like it’s passed the time for me to actually do something useful for my life, something I believe in. Instead of being lab rats I feel like we should all be on to something. Anyway, I’ll probably read over this post and not understand a thing, maybe be mad at the bad grammar and repetition of expressions and phrases. Well.. I don’t really care. All in all this blog is mine and created simply for me to say whatever I want in it. So, as bad as this post might be, it definitely reflects my current state of mind.

Sweet

Intense

Beauty

Perfection

Sensuality

Dignity

Be it in the simplest form of a rose or in a woman, these shall not be missed.

Be beautiful, act brave. Be superior, and aggressive.

I put on a gladiator armour, made up of certainty and confidence.

Occasionally winning battles in the fields of the inoffensive enemy.

Far from winning the war. Blood is shed on the petals of the innocent, roses arising from the lifeless dirt.

Even when looking back, we lose no hope on what the horizons might bring.

Look back then, upon the perfection.

Look back, fascinated, with the lustful details embedded on a human body.

Underneath my armour I hide such imperfections, which through thine eyes are symmetrically accurate.

My heart beats in fear, of losing sight of my faithful sword.

This, which made its way with me through the fields and defended me of thine enemies.

This simple gadget, which does nothing but defend me and save my life everyday.

This sword who might cut through all edges, might also cut the innocence of perfection, looking for a long-lost rose, in the midst of the battlefield.

I will, however, stand under the flaming sun, and wait endlessly, for your silver metal to find its way back to my armour, where they will complete each other.

Indifferent to mundane imperfections, I shall close my eyes to the past. Wishing only you will make your way through the horizon, attached to my silver armour, overlooking my fragile vulnerability. 

Just like any other day I walk in the classroom and greet the teacher

Everyone is doing their morning small talks, however the topics and diction are very carefully chosen

One wrong word will put you on the spot

Maybe of mockery, maybe a simple case of exposing yourself to the class

As much as we are all aware of the risks, the attempt for casual mingling continues 

The bell rings and everyone jumps into their seats as if there is a savage animal ready to punish them if they don’t

The room is quiet and apprehensive of what will happen next

What should we expect? 

A happy teacher, ready to joke around and be socially entertaining 

Or someone with a quite obvious purpose of using sarcasm to get through a simple message saying:

“I am better than you”

As much as we all respect and in some disturbed way, like, this teacher

We are all in some way nervous when it comes to his reactions

There are sometimes surprises to what the assignment really was

But no one has the guts to question whether he informed us on that topic 

After a pop quiz that was actually expected for

The also expected mockery of answers in this same quiz is made out loud to the whole class

Everyone seems to be taking it as a joke, laughing and trying to blend in when the jokes on them 

Class discussion starts

Something that seems much more like him talking, sometimes asking something, no one answers, and he just continues

Perhaps listen to some other interpretation 

A brave student who will attempt to give the poem a try

Interpretation who will be then dismissed as misled and sometimes even comical

Can’t dismiss the eventual right answers, which are leading “to the right direction of interpretation” as he might say

In the midst of deciding whether of not to raise my hand and give my insight

My mind starts out on a chain of thoughts that end up not having any relation whatsoever with the topic being discussed

I then force myself to focus again and try to take the risk of being mocked

The cycle is repeated continuously until the bell saves me from the paradoxical purpose of a learning environment

I then leave the room, ready to come back soon enough and carry on this futile routine 

As a note: the text above was written in the form and structure of poetry, however, with no obvious rhyme scheme or any other poetry literary device. Having it then be one of my personal mockery of my ongoing poetry interpretation skills to be developed.

As much as everyone says that when you grow up decisions will be hard and you will have to eventually face a variety of options, I don’t think we are ever ready for these. A small-scale of this, would be now my AP English course. As much as I absolutely love reading, and interpreting, and whatnot, I feel like this course has turned out to be a complete disappointment. First, I had major expectations because of the teacher, someone I look up to, and had the opportunity to take on of his courses before. I was looking forward to an insightful environment where I would come in contact with a variety of pieces of literature and contrasting interpretations for these. Before I would really look up to this teacher, knowledge and personality. It seems, however, that lately he seems to just use his superiority and vast knowledge as a tool to somehow diminish the credibility of his fellow students. I don’t know if he was always like that and just know that I am older and have the capacity to make a judgment call on my own to see that or maybe I’m misreading it. I still am very fond of him as a teacher, however I sense that in some disturbed way, he has the need to impose his superiority in his classroom with making the course become more like a foreign battlefield in which most people are afraid to contribute during arguments. Of course, there are always the brave ones who take the first step, and are obviously victimized because of their ignorance on the topic. I know I might be taking a leap here, but I’ve been so disappointed with this course that I’ve been trying to find a cause for it.

My first reaction is to drop out. However, I don’t want to just give up on things like that. Specially because the normal English course is simply, how can I put it… very not complex at all even for a low IQ student. So, subconsciously I might be making my way to the low grades to be eventually invited to leave this battlefield. But I will try to hold on some sort of interest in this class. I guess, all in all, not everything turns out to be what we expect.

A moment of happiness

A second of truth

While all the steps seem to point the other way

I’ll be looking for you

So tell me one more time

That tomorrow will be like today

I do not fear the future

For it will be the past someday

Hold on to a string of tears

As they wander down your face

Your eyes might hold the sorrow

But your heart knows what it takes

To find you

Need you

Love you

Open your wings

Don’t fall out of what you need

Today we are climbing

Tomorrow we will be in place

Every word I said did not lack any of the truth. Each feeling I showed you, was as genuine as I could possibly be. Each tear I shed carried the true meaning of why I was sad. You were indeed like an angel, saved me from what I can’t even imagine what would be. I have no words or way to thank you for everything. However, I do want to tell you that people change and things don’t always happen the same way it did before. The past is the past and I’m not the same person. With you I grew, I learned, I felt. Like an angel who saved me you will continue being here with me. Your wings might be broken but they will mend again and I know you won’t let us fall because I’ll always do my personal best to hold on.

Last weekend I went with some friends to this Japanese Festival in São Paulo called Tanabata Matsuri. There are various cultural exhibits and culinary shops around, this is my second year going and I must say it is quite fun to walk around those streets. Last year when I went it was the day after I started dating Vinicius and predictably enough my bamboo tree/bush wish (I am no Japanese culture vocabulary expert) was going to be related to him. As a consequence of fate, dedication, love, passion, or perhaps the wish itself, it turned out we are still together until this day. This year he tagged along with us and we decided to make another wish and again related to us. There is some sort of vibe from these superstitious things that I can’t get away from, at the same time that I don’t deposit all my faith in these wishes I feel like there is no damage in believing. Until I find out the factor that changes the course of fate for our dreams to come true I will continue wishing on bamboo trees, birthday cakes and falling stars. May the wishing fairy listen to them all.